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When the apocalypse came and the blood moon was in the sky, I immediately canceled the engagement and planned to be alone. The strange thing is that what I awakened after the spiritual energy was revived was not the combat ability, but the extremely rare probability manipulation ability. While others were struggling to survive, I opened a bottle of expired drink: "The probability of winning a million dollars, open." During the crisis of the zombie siege, I calmly opened the tarot cards: "The survival rate is 1 in 10,000, reversal." Just when I was leisurely building the last paradise for mankind, the former iceberg fiancée whose engagement I broke off came to my door covered in blood: "Your ability is so useful... Why don't we join forces?" Looking at the high wall of the shelter that was about to collapse, I smiled slightly: "Yes, but the probability of cost, can you bear it?"