Apocalypse Rebirth: Making Billions With My Fortune-Telling Skill

​April went completely quiet, her gears turning in the dark.

​Her initial plan for the apocalypse had been absolute isolation. She had built her survival strategy around total independence—she had even told Xavier that she wouldn’t keep maids, chefs, or any staff in her fortress because she trusted no one and planned to live entirely alone... With her pets, of course.

​But now, a massive new variable has been introduced: her twin sister.

​Why had April wanted absolute isolation in the first place? Because in her past life, she had no family and the betrayal from those she trusted, those she believed she had created a bond with, made her have zero trust in humanity.

But now, she had blood. Through the Eye of Destiny, she knew exactly what kind of person Emily was, and where her loyalty lay.

​How could she throw her broken, traumatized sister out into a decaying world to find her own shelter in just twenty-one days, while she was still grieving their mother? Leaving her behind defied every instinct April possessed no matter how she tried to justify it.

​April made her decision. The rule of total isolation would have one exception. And that exception would be...

​"Would you want to stay with me?" April asked, her voice steady and unyielding.

​Emily’s brown eyes widened slightly in the dim light. And then, she nodded, her lips pursed together.

​"Then that settles it. I’m keeping you with me," April added, a subtle, protective weight in her tone. "When the world ends, at least I’ll have someone to talk to—even if it’s someone who bears the exact same face as mine. At least then the chances of me running insane are down to zero,"

Emily giggled softly, her face burying back into April’s shoulder. ​"What were the chances before?" She asked, her voice light with genuine curiosity.

​"One percent," April said flatly, her dark eyes still staring peacefully at the ceiling. "I was absolutely confident I would do fine alone."

​Emily let out a quiet, breathless laugh, the gentle vibration warming the space between them. "I love your confidence," she whispered, her eyes fluttering short slowly.

​Within minutes, Emily’s rhythmic, deep breathing filled the quiet bedroom. April kept her hand resting gently on her sister’s shoulder.

So now that she had made such an audacious decision, it was time to settle things with the system.

System. She called in her mind. I know you can respond to me so just answer a few of my questions. Still no response. She let out a little sigh and decided to ask anyway. The way the timeline shifted by twenty days this time, am I to be worried that it will shift once again? I’m a seer, you know. I can’t always change my premonition. What will happen to my credibility? I need to know, is this a fixed timeline or will there be changes that will draw forward the apocalypse once again?

After a moment of waiting silently, April almost gave up on getting a response from the system when that family chime rang in her head and a blue translucent window displayed before her eyes.

[System Update]

[As per the host’s inquiry: The current world line metrics have stabilized. The 21-day timeline acceleration is absolute and fixed. There will be no further shifts drawing the apocalypse forward.]

​April let out a slow, silent breath against her pillow. That’s a relief.

​At least the clock wasn’t going to randomly jump forward again while she was asleep. Knowing the 21-day mark was fixed meant she could build a solid, airtight schedule around it. But her mind didn’t stay settled for long.

​What about the quest? April probed in her mind, her dark brows pulling together as she stared into the translucent blue light. What are these Apocalypse Trials? Is there something bigger coming that I’m not aware of? I need details.

​The interface shuddered slightly, the blue text shifting into a darker, heavy font.

​[System Notice: Details regarding the Apocalypse Trials will be unlocked on the day of the apocalypse.]

[Warning: All assigned quests must be completed before the threshold is reached. Failure to clear hindrances will result in dire consequences for the host.]

​April’s eyes narrowed in the dark. Dire consequences?

​As if realizing there was a bigger plot at play wasn’t already enough of a headache, now the system was holding an invisible sword over her neck.

If she failed to wipe out the Le Moreno and Morgan families, and clear whatever quest may arise as time went by, whatever those ’consequences’ were would hit her alongside the rising dead.

​She pressed on, refusing to drop the line. Is there anything else I need to know? How many ’pieces’ were required for this upgrade to trigger in the first place?

​[System Notice: That is not for the host to concern herself with. Continue as you are—hoard your resources, keep your allies close, and continue with your fortune-telling.]

​Before April could question it further, the blue window dissolved into thin air, leaving her in total silence.

​She stared up at the high ceiling, the quiet purring of Lily and the gentle breathing of Rufus filling the room.

In the end, the bottom line hadn’t changed: the apocalypse was coming in twenty-one days, and she had a board to clear. Settling her thoughts, April closed her eyes and finally allowed sleep to take her.

​The next morning, the soft morning light filtering through the balcony curtains cast a warm glow over the bedroom.

​April slid out of bed quietly, stepping into her bathroom to prepare for the day. The faint sound of running water and her movement around the vanity pulled Emily out of her deep sleep.

Emily stirred under the duvet, rubbing her drowsy brown eyes as she sat up, looking around the unfamiliar room with a momentary flash of disorientation.

​April stepped out of the bathroom, fully dressed in a black dress, her hair neatly pinned back.

​"Go back to sleep, Emily," April said softly, noticing her sister’s heavy eyelids. "There’s no rush. You can just relax."

​Emily looked at her, a bit skeptical, but her body was clearly fighting to stay upright. The weight of exhaustion was pulling her right back down into the soft mattress. She opened her mouth to speak, but April cut in before she could protest.

​"Once I’m done with the meeting this morning," April added, her tone softening, "we will go visit Beatrice. Then we can start preparing for her funeral."

​Emily’s lips pressed together into a tight, trembling line. A quiet, profound wave of relief washed over her features. She gave April a slow, grateful nod before pulling the duvet back up to her chin, and let herself drift straight back to sleep.

​Satisfied, April turned and made her way out of the master suite, her heels clicking cleanly against the marble floor as she headed down to the dining hall.

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