I love you, brother, but you, the evil god, must fall into good.

The once neat teacher uniforms have now been completely transformed into a Syrian style.

There's a hole here, and a piece of cloth is missing there.

He doesn't look like the domineering, self-proclaimed invincible Black Emperor from before at all.

It looked more like a scene from a large-scale demolition.

Su Zhiwei lay on the ground, her eyes gradually regaining their clarity.

"...What happened?"

Everyone: "...Good grief, weren't you just about to judge someone?"

Now he doesn't even know how he fell down?

And just then...

A figure above silently watched this scene.

It was Ao Yao.

She remained silent for a long time before finally speaking.

"no……"

"Enzi."

"Your mom..."

She pointed to the disheveled Su Zhiwei below.

"Isn't this simply a matter of sheer strength, turning the volatile personality of Teacher Mouse back into a kind one through physics?"

Zhou hope and the others fell into a brief silence.

have to say.

This assessment... seems to be somewhat accurate.

After all, normal mental health treatment relies on psychological approaches.

Psychological counseling, medication, rituals, but Su Shiwan…

She chose the simplest method: to calm the other person down.

What if we don't stay calm?

Then help her calm down!

It's just...

Su Shiwan didn't linger. She picked up Su Zhiwei, who had regained her normal personality and was pretending to be unconscious, and turned to leave.

As for why he pretended to be unconscious?

Isn't that simple?

Because Teacher Mouse really doesn't know what to do now?

The only option is to pretend to be unconscious.

"I'm gone."

Lynn watched as her mother carried Teacher Mouse away like a chick.

He didn't know what to say for a moment.

but.

This unexpected incident has now come to a temporary end.

As for the cleanup at the scene, that was naturally left to the adjudication board.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, Mu Mu'en quietly approached the corpse of [Mirage].

"So..."

"Dinner is ready."

Xiongbo Food Demon!

The invisible power of concepts unfolds quietly.

A peculiar power was slowly drawn out from the enormous mirage dragon corpse.

It belongs to an illusion.

It is a mirage.

A special ability belonging to the [Mirage] race, a calamity race.

They were all devoured little by little by [Xiongbo].

"Gurgle..."

A swallowing sound, seemingly originating from the conceptual level, was heard.

Mu Mu'en could clearly feel it.

The concept of "Xiongbo" within him has been strengthened once again.

"good."

She nodded in satisfaction, even though no equipment had dropped.

However, it has the ability to absorb.

It's not a loss!

After all, reality isn't a game; how can you expect to get equipment every time?

Meanwhile, the 9527 adjudication team had already begun processing the scene.

Awaken the evacuated population, seal off the area, recover the debris from the disaster, tally the losses and claim reimbursement, then go back and write the report...

Especially today's incident, which involves the title of Judgment [Black Emperor].

It also involves the suspected fifth-order calamity sequence 173 [Mirage].

Even the Earth Mother of All Spirits personally intervened in the end.

Plus, with the Lunar New Year approaching, many people will be taking time off in lieu of leave, so this report... might be going to take until next year to finish!

"Ugh."

The Thousand Machine Hand looked at the mess on the ground.

"I'll be busy again after I get back today."

While everyone's attention was focused on the battlefield.

Nobody noticed.

Among the crowd, a low-level superhuman wearing a baseball cap lay unconscious.

His hat originally had a very ordinary black pattern printed on it.

That was a... vertical pupil.

At that very moment, the vertical pupil suddenly opened slightly.

"..."

It was as if some sleeping being had glanced at the world through the hat.

Then his pupils slowly closed.

The pattern then became blurred and eventually disappeared completely.

No one noticed.

.........

.........

The scene changes.

Chengdu Star Amusement Park, Dachuan City.

As the sun sets, the amusement park remains bustling with activity.

Laughter, music, and children's noise mingled together.

A young boy, holding his father's hand, looked up as they passed a tall figure resting.

"Old man."

"Why does this magician look like a clown?"

The middle-aged man glanced at it.

"Que'er does look somewhat like her."

"Let's go, let's go."

"None of your business, your mom's calling you home for dinner."

The little boy didn't leave immediately; instead, he asked seriously.

"If I get a perfect score on a test, can I still come to the amusement park?"

The middle-aged man paused, then slapped him on the head in an annoyed tone.

"You silly boy, you failed the exam, but I'm still bringing you here."

"As long as you've tried your best, you haven't let yourself down."

"..."

The little boy's eyes lit up.

"real?"

"real."

"Then I'll definitely get a perfect score next time!"

"Okay."

The voices of the father and son gradually faded into the distance, and no one noticed that the magician behind them suddenly moved.

After a while.

He slowly sat up from the playground bench, as if he had just been taking a nap.

The man was tall and slender, with an overall profile somewhat resembling that of certain humanoid fantasy races.

Compared to ordinary humans, he possessed an inexplicable and eerie quality.

The tall, black top hat was pulled low.

The brim of the hat cast a heavy shadow, completely concealing the eyes.

The only thing that could be clearly seen on his face was a sinister grin that looked as if it had been slashed open by a blade.

Sharp, fine teeth were exposed menacingly, devoid of any warmth.

He was wearing a black suit with subtle vertical stripes.

The cut is crisp and clean.

The lapel and collar are adorned with exquisite silver ornaments.

It looks luxurious, yet it exudes an unsettling and eerie aura.

He wore intricately patterned black gloves, and his fingertips were gently twirling a playing card.

Black JOKER!

The man glanced down, then smiled, his demeanor composed, as if nothing in this world mattered...

It was all just a gamble in his hands.

And all living beings.

They're just chips on the gambling table.

That's right, Calamity Sequence 007, [Probability Magician]!

As the name suggests.

This is a calamity in the truest sense... capable of manipulating probability.

The probability of death, the probability of survival, the probability of fate, the probability of cause and effect.

even……

The probability of a miracle occurring!

As long as there is a possibility, there is room for him to manipulate things.

But unlike most disasters.

The Probability Magician is not a purely evil faction in the traditional sense.

even……

Often, his actions actually side with humanity.

of course.

It's just that most of the time, not the vast majority of the time, because this guy... never follows the rules!

The Galactic Federation's archives contain many rather outrageous records, such as the previously mentioned file on the intrusion of the fake humans, which actually has a hidden story.

[Federal Calendar Year 237.]

The commander-in-chief of the Third Expeditionary Fleet has been replaced by a traitor.

The entire fleet unknowingly stumbled into the Cataclysmic Starfield.

Ultimately, the entire army was wiped out.

Subsequent investigation revealed that the probability magician had left a black JOKER card in the captain's office before the fleet departed!

No one knows his purpose.

[Suspectedly, after faking his way into the card game, he played Texas Hold'em with the captain of the expeditionary ship, and was furious after his Three Kings were beaten by Three Aces!!!]