[You had no way to comment. It seemed he had guessed wrong. Was this the consequence of being too calculating?!]
[You smiled sheepishly, still pretending to be mysterious and saying nothing.]
[He continued guessing:]
["Did I guess wrong? Or... did you draw some other talent that can foresee the future?"]
[Good grief. You had to admire his understanding of your [Simulator] abilities.]
[Whether it was repeated simulations, the [Simulator]'s Level, or the corresponding talents, he could explain them all with effortless fluency!]
[And after his initial guess went wrong, he changed directions and came within a hair of the truth.]
[You chose to change the subject outright and asked directly:]
["If I don't tell you the [Simulator]'s Level, I suppose you won't show me the relevant evidence."]
["But... can you tell me—if a [Past Chen Fan] really exists, just how strong is he?"]
["Does he have the same Golden Finger as me?"]
[You paused, then made sure to add:]
["That's not all. Also... does he still exist now? And what is he plotting?"]
[You genuinely wanted to know these things. After these simulations, you felt that "Future Chen Fan" might really exist.]
[In that case, the possibility of "Past Chen Fan" existing was hardly small either!]
[This fellow wearing that eerie Clown Mask had definitely told lies, but not necessarily about everything.]
[Perhaps... it was half truth and half falsehood?!]
["You want to know that badly?"]
[Unexpectedly, he did not refuse. Instead, he moved past the subject naturally, but rather than answering your questions, he continued guessing:]
["It seems you've already encountered beings at the higher-dimensional level, and even had quite a few dealings with them."]
["Then your strength must be at least that of a [Nascent Soul True Lord], perhaps even a [Spirit Transformation Dao Master]."]
["If the Simulator