In a universe governed by the unyielding laws of causality, chance is the whispered secret that threads through existence. It is the silent architect of every miracle and catastrophe, the unseen hand guiding atoms, lives, and galaxies alike. And yet-what if one could seize that hand? Bend it? Command it to weave fate itself?
Lin Yu was a man who had never believed in miracles. Life had been a series of ordinary days: waking late, surviving on takeout, and staring at rainclouds from the cramped balcony of his rented apartment. But on this particular afternoon, as monsoon gloom thickened the skies, the universe chose to unravel its own rules for him.
The rain fell first. Then came the sound-a chime that sliced through the static of existence, followed by cold, glowing text that hung in the air like a challenge:
[Ding! The Probability Control System initiated...]
At first, Lin Yu laughed. He laughed until rainwater soaked his shirt and his ribs ached. Gods? Systems? These were the delusions of web novels, not the life of a thirty-something nobody drowning in rent and instant noodles. But when the system's voice returned-[Probability of rain cessation: 21.65% → 100%]-his laughter died.
With a thought, the rain stopped.
It was the kind of moment that cleaves a life in two: the Before, where possibilities were bound by physics and luck, and the After, where everything became negotiable. The system's promise echoed in his skull: omnipotence. Not through strength or magic, but through the raw manipulation of chance itself. A lottery win? 0% to 100%. A bullet dodged? 100% to 0%. The line between man and deity, reduced to a percentage point.
Yet Lin Yu, standing drenched and trembling in his apartment, understood the unspoken truth. Power like this did not come without cost. The universe abhors a paradox. What happens when one man's certainty collides with the chaos of infinity?
The answer began with rain.
It would not end there.