Apocalypse Rebirth: Making Billions With My Fortune-Telling Skill

They headed back to the G-wagon after that. Rufus trotted alongside April with his chest puffed out, completely recovered from his minor medical trauma now that the offending puncture tools were out of sight.

​Samuel opened the back seat door to let April get in but Nat got in front and hopped into the back seat first. Samuel frowned. He definitely did not open the door for him but he managed to take advantage of April’s subtle distraction.

Nat slid all the way to the other side to give April and the beast some space.

Samuel simply sighed and shut the door, getting into the driver’s seat, driving back out onto the bustling city streets.

​April immediately pulled her phone back out to check on the Winecraft defence she had put up, but before her thumbs could execute a single counter-offensive command, the vehicle suddenly veered toward the curb.

​”Pull over right here,” Nat commanded abruptly, his deep voice slicing through the hum of the engine.

​Samuel tapped the brakes, bringing the massive G-Wagon to a smooth stop near a bustling pedestrian corner. He glanced at the rearview mirror, his brow furrowing slightly behind his polished lenses. ”Is there a problem, Mr. Collins?”

​”No,” Nat rumbled, already opening the door. ”Just sit tight for a second.”

​April lowered her phone, her expression shifting to one of genuine confusion as she watched the underground warlord step out into the bright afternoon sun.

He walked straight toward a faded, neon-lit convenience kiosk on the corner, his towering frame drawing hesitant and fearful glances from ordinary citizens.

He looked like a gangster to them and they were scared to go near.

​”What is he doing?” April murmured out loud.

​”Displaying unrefined, erratic behavioral patterns, most likely,” Samuel noted dryly from the front seat, his hands remaining perfectly positioned on the steering wheel.

​A minute later, the door clicked open again, and Nat slid back into the leather seat. In his hands were thick, messy stacks of colorful, cheap scratch-off lottery tickets, along with a pair of shiny silver coins.

​Without a single word, he divided the stack and dropped half of them directly onto April’s lap, right next to Rufus’s resting chin.

​”What are these?” April asked, staring down at the cheap paper as if it were an unknown biological sample.

​”Fortune tickets,” Nat grinned, his lopsided smirk returning in full force as he tossed one of the silver coins into her hand. ”Let’s see if that pretty luck of yours actually shines when there’s a system of random numbers involved.”

​April blinked, looking from the colorful cardboard to the multi-billionaire beside her. ”You are the leader of the city’s entire subterranean trade network and your private assets are astronomical. Can you explain to me why you are purchasing low-tier street gambling assets?”

​”It’s a habit,” Nat snickered, already using the silver coin to aggressively scrape the silver coating off his first ticket, sending grey dust flying over his knees. ”A hobby from back when I didn’t have a single dime to my name down at the docks. Besides, it’s therapeutic.”

​April stared at the ticket in her hand. The top prize listed was a mere fifty thousand dollars—a sum so entirely microscopic compared to the billions they had been throwing around at the auction house that it felt like a sudden glitch.

​”If you wish to secure the maximum financial payout from these tickets,” April stated, her voice returning to its flat, instructive baseline, ”I can simply use a bit of my foresight to foretell the exact winning numbers.”

​”Nah,” Nat immediately countered, not even looking up from his frantic scratching. ”What’s the fun in that? If you already know the numbers before you scrape the ink, it’s just a chore. The whole point is the gamble, sweetheart.”

​April went silent. She looked down at Rufus, who had his massive jaw resting right over her knee, his golden eyes tracking the silver coin in her fingers.

The master of a divine beast, her updated system title had stated. If Rufus truly carried an underlying aura of celestial prosperity and good fortune, and he had explicitly chosen to align his fidelity with her, would his mythical presence actively manipulate the physical laws of probability around them?

Guess this was the chance to check it out.

​”Hurry up and scratch yours,” Nat nudged her elbow lightly, his eyes gleaming with a reckless, boyish energy behind his dark shades. ”You’ll come to like the rush.”

​”I have absolutely zero desire to develop a dependency on street gambling, Mr. Collins,” April murmured flatly.

​Still, her fingers gripped the silver coin. She picked up the first ticket, pressing the edge of the metal against the silver latex coating, and began to scrape away the surface.

​As the numbers began to slowly reveal themselves beneath her thumbs, a sudden thought flashed through her mind. If her luck actually caused these cheap tickets to win a massive sum of cash, how exactly would she get it afterwards?

​How does the street lottery even work? Who pays the money?

The concept of taking a piece of scratched cardboard to a convenience store clerk to exchange it for paper money felt absurdly trivial.

If she won, would she have to physically stand in line at the kiosk while the fearful clerk counted out hundreds?

​Before she could finish her thoughts, a shadow fell over her lap.

​Nat aggressively leaned over the center space, lifting his dark shades to the top of his head as his eyes locked onto the numbers revealed on her cardboard ticket. He let out a low, sharp whistle, his chest vibrating against her arm.

​”Whoa,” Nat rumbled, a chaotic, genuinely impressed grin stretching across his face. ”Your luck really is something else, sweetheart. Look at that alignment.”

​April looked down. She hadn’t been paying attention but every single row on her ticket matched the winning prize numbers perfectly.

It wasn’t just a minor payout; she had hit the maximum fifty-thousand-dollar cap on the very first try. She blinked.

​”Seems like your crazy luck also rubbed off on me, too,” Nat snickered, proudly flipping his own scratched ticket over so she could see it. ”Take a look.”