Back from the Primordial World, I Set Up a Fortune-Telling Stall

After transmigrating to the Primordial World, he witnessed Fuxi deduce the Eight Trigrams of the Earlier Heaven. He took one look and was promptly kicked out.

Back on Blue Star, he deduced the secrets of fate and discovered that the Primordial World would descend upon their world in two hundred years.

He calculated his lifespan: sixty-six years!

All he could do was set up a stall, tell fortunes, and divide up people's luck to defy fate and extend his life.

"Looking for love? Get the hell out of here, buddy. You're going to be single your whole life! Want to defy fate and change your destiny? Sure. Just give me a fifth of your luck!"

"Looking to strike it rich? You're destined to make ten million in windfall profits. Just give me a third of your luck for the rest of your life!"

"Offering a fortune for a child? Infertility? Do I look like I need money? A hundred million! No haggling!"

Fortune-telling was never my real job. My real job is... living another two hundred years!

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to actual people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.