"I've come up with 172,022 possibilities," Tifa looked up.
Laofa continued, "I got 191,120 possibilities here."
"One... one million seven hundred and thirty-five thousand," Charlix raised his head awkwardly, "And it's still increasing."
"Two million possibilities," Charlix frowned, "How do we sort through these?"
More than two million approximate possibilities, one of which is even due to the chief of a tribe in Africa eating an extra piece of jerky one morning, another possibility being a bear in Siberia accidentally killing a domesticated rabbit.
These calculation results took up a large database, the computing power of the Centaur was falling behind, and after another half an hour of calculations, Satania issued a warning and forcibly shut down the computation.
"If I could have the ability to predict the future, that would be so great," Gu Tao scratched his head, "Damn it."
