As a quiet architect of foresight, I analyzed Blackout’s two most telling matches in the Morancor League: a 0–1 defeat against Damarotola and a 0–0 stalemate with Mapto Railway. No flair, no drama—just cold precision. Their defense held under pressure; their offense never found rhythm. Yet in those silent minutes, patterns emerged. This is not about heroes—it’s about algorithms whispering truths in empty stadiums. Read the data. The story is written in zero.