Apocalypse Rebirth: Making Billions With My Fortune-Telling Skill

Inside the dimly lit back seat of the luxury sedan, the muffling insulation swallowed the chaos echoing from the grand hall.

April sat close to Emily, her eyes filled with meticulous, careful scrutiny as she inspected her twin’s cheek under the soft interior lighting.

The four thin, red lines left by Selma’s manicured nails stood out sharply against Emily’s porcelain skin, faint beads of dried crimson clinging to the surface.

April let out a small, translucent glass vial filled with shimmering water. She popped the seal and handed it to her sister.

"Drink this," April instructed softly.

Emily took the vial without a second thought, downing the revitalization water in a single swallow. Almost instantly, a soothing warmth spread through her face.

The sting faded, and right before April’s eyes, the inflamed scratches closed, smoothed over, and vanished entirely, leaving her skin immaculate and flawless once again.

April let out a quiet breath, her brows knitting together into a slight frown. "Emily, you shouldn’t have taken that attack for me. I can handle myself."

Emily ducked her head slightly, nervously fidgeting with her fingers in her lap. "I... I just didn’t want you to get hurt. Before I even realized what I was doing, my body was already moving."

A soft, rare tenderness softened April’s features. She reached over, gently taking Emily’s hands in hers to still her restless fingers. "It’s fine. Just... be careful next time."

The car door clicked open, and Alexander leaned in, his dark eyes scanning the interior. "Are you two okay in here?"

His gaze lingered on Emily’s face for a second, noticing the fresh, pristine cheek where blood had been drawn just moments prior. A subtle, approving gleam flashed in his eyes, but he didn’t ask questions.

"Yeah, we’re fine," April responded smoothly.

"All right. We’ll be ready to leave in a short while," Alexander said, resting an arm on the door frame. "Nat’s just finishing things up inside."

As Alexander stepped back to give them privacy, the air before April’s vision shimmered softly. A translucent blue system interface materialized silently in her line of sight, expanding directly over her client tab.

[System Update: Client Tab Activity]

— Slot 1: Xavier Reed [Trust Value: 99.5%]

— Slot 2: Alexander Greels [Trust Value: 99.1%]

— Slot 3: Nat Collins [Trust Value: 100% — MAXIMUM ACHIEVED]

April’s breath caught slightly in her throat as her eyes locked onto the third entry.

Nat reached 100% first?!

A flicker of genuine surprise crossed her face. Nat was an unhinged, dangerous warlord—a man who lived by his own brutal rules and rarely placed absolute trust in anyone. Yet while Xavier and Alexander were hovering tantalizingly close at ninety-nine percent, it was Nat whose trust in her had completely maxed out first.

What prompted it? April pondered silently, staring at the glowing blue text. Was it my violent attitude earlier?

Nat lived for chaotic violence and utterly despised the mundane. Watching her ruthlessly step on Selma’s open wound, order limbs broken, and casually threaten the city’s entire elite must have thrilled him to his core that he just couldn’t hold himself back anymore.

I honestly thought Xavier would be the first to hit one hundred percent, she thought, a faint, wry smile touching her lips.

She shook her head softly, dispersing the thought. She had learned long ago never to get her hopes up or waste energy overanalyzing the minds of other people and focus on her own goal. Whatever the reason, the result was all that mattered.

A warm, golden glow suddenly erupted from the interface, replacing the client list with a bold, ringing system notification.

[Trust Tier Achieved: Client ’Nat’ has reached 100% Trust Value.]

[Feature Activated: Lucky Foresight (Permanent).]

[Effect: Host can now view all positive events, windfall fortunes, and beneficial opportunities that will occur for ’Nat’ within the next 24 hours.]

[System Alert: First Lucky Foresight Triggered!]

[Client: Nat]

[Upcoming Opportunity (Within 12 Hours): A rogue smuggling shipment containing military-grade high-yield explosives and black-market heavy artillery will dock at Pier 9 tonight, abandoned by a bankrupt Morgan Group subsidiary. Securing this cargo will instantly expand Nat’s tactical stronghold by 30%.]

April’s dark eyes gleamed with a thoroughly predatory, satisfied light as she absorbed the floating text.

Lucky Foresight indeed.

"What is it, April?" Emily asked softly, noticing the sudden, sharp brightness in her twin’s eyes.

"Nothing," April murmured, closing the interface with a silent command as she looked out the tinted window. "Just thinking about how bright our future is looking."

The double doors of the grand venue finally swung shut with a dull, authoritative thud. A second later, the sound of an iron deadlock clicked into place.

Nat strolled toward the sedan, casually dusting off his hands as if he had done nothing more demanding than brushing away a bit of lint. He walked right up to the passenger side, leaning his large frame against the car door and resting his elbows over the rolled-down window frame.

A wide, unhinged smirk played across his sharp lips, his eyes glittering with an intense, unreadable warmth as he stared down at April.

He looked at her with pure, unadulterated fascination—like a man who simply couldn’t get enough of her.

"Good work, Nat," April murmured softly, looking up from her seat. "I have a reward for you."

Nat’s eyebrow arched, his grin widening instantly into something mischievous and hopeful. "A reward? What, a kiss?"

April shook her head, a cool, unbothered expression on her face. "Better. A rogue smuggling shipment containing military-grade high-yield explosives and black-market heavy artillery is docking at Pier 9 tonight. It was abandoned by a bankrupt Morgan Group subsidiary. If you go take it now, it’s all yours."

Nat clicked his tongue, leaning back slightly with a dramatic sigh. "Tsk. It’s always the fortune-telling with you."

April stared at him in quiet disbelief, a small flick of annoyance crossing her mind.

Nat is a man whose entire life revolves around power, heavy weapons, money, and control. He values supplies above all else. So why is he acting disappointed over a multi-million-dollar haul?

She knew he was attracted to her—his gaze was always too loud, too intense to ignore. But still, her pragmatic mind struggled to process it. Is a kiss really more important than the exact wealth his whole existence is built upon? I just can’t understand him.

"I want another reward," Nat added, his golden eyes narrowing onto her lips with stubborn persistence.

"Don’t be greedy," April warned coolly.

"I still want it," he insisted, clicking his tongue again like an unreasoning child who refused to back down.

April let out a slow, deliberate sigh, shifting her weight as she tilted her head up to look him dead in the eye.

"Think about it carefully, Nat," April said, her voice dropping into a smooth, persuasive tone. "If I give you an extra reward right now, fairness dictates I have to reward the others as well. If you get something special, Xavier and Alexander will demand their turn too. And of course, I am mandated to adhere to their wishes. What do you think?"

She watched his face closely, strategically using his own possessive nature against him. She knew him well enough to know he wouldn’t tolerate sharing her attention with anyone else.

Nat froze for a second, his eyes flashing with instant displeasure at the thought of Xavier or Alexander getting anything close to what he wanted. He gritted his teeth, visibly wrestling with the irritating logic of her words.

"Tsk. Fine, fine," Nat muttered bitterly, waving a hand in resignation. "I’ll settle for the weapons haul this time. But mark my words, sweetheart... I’m still coming back to collect that real reward later."

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