The Apocalypse: Please, I'm Really Not the Savior

My name is Lin Yuan. I used to work in community services, and my biggest wish in the apocalypse was to find a warehouse and lie around until the end of time.

But my ability seems to have a serious problem: absolute coincidence.

I grumble, "I'm so hungry I could eat dirt," and the next second, a military supply crate dropped from the sky crushes the zombie in front of me into the ground.

I casually point in a direction and tell my underlings to run, and a dilapidated building promptly collapses right on target, burying the ninth-rank Corpse King chasing us.

Gradually, a crowd of fanatical "overthinkers" gathers around me. They say my words can bend reality, that every plan I make is flawless, and that every helpless complaint of mine is a profound divine decree.

Help!

I'm really not some big shot. I'm just an unlucky guy with absurdly ridiculous luck!

Please, stop making me out to be more than I am. If you keep building me up like this, I'll be forced to unite the apocalypse!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.