Traveling across Africa, starting with a bowl, the system said: Goal - to be president.
Then the system pretended to be dead.
Good news: This world is exactly like the script of "The King of Africa".
The bad news: I just know he won, not how.
So every time I'm in a desperate situation, I can only ask myself: If it were him, what would he choose?
Murabi Valley, six hundred men in ambush - I made the wrong choice.
Family members rescued, seventeen people for seventy-two – my bet was right.
The moles came one after another, Lewis, Samuel, Jacob——
Until the man wearing glasses appeared and said, "Every step you take is planned by me."
So, has he figured out the next step?
I knew he won, but I didn't know how.
So at every step, I am using the "result" to back up the "process".
Desperate situation, betrayal, ambush, mole...
I survived.
Until that day, the system said:
[There is more than one traitor. There are still eyes in the headquarters.
Who is the ghost?
