Something's Not Right with My Probability Dice

After binding the [Dice of Probability], Li Fan's daily life became a survival game. 99% Of the time he walks on dog shit, but there are ancient spiritual rings buried under the dog shit; 100% of the time he encounters enemies, he is hunted down, but the fairies who chase him eventually become teammates. When everyone thought he was the son of luck, only he knew that what was thrown under this bad dice might be immortal fate or heavenly calamity. "My name is Li Fan, and I'm in a panic right now. Because my golden finger told me that the probability of surviving from the Demon Lord today is... 0.01%."