Chances Mga Nobela at Kwento

I shouted and walked to the tall grass to search. I thought I'll find it easy, but the area was wide enough to keep me searching for hours. He threw it far away that I didn't even saw where it landed, I have to search the ground and even the grasses if ever it landed in the strands of a grass. But I've been searching for hours and I think I've walked too away, the sky is getting darker, I wanted to keep searching but I have to go back or else I'll have to stay and sleep here.

The system recalculated. RETURN PROBABILITY: 38% → 61% Lucas immediately looked at himself. “I can help too.” Anna said: “No crossing.” “I know.” He looked at Elena. “I make possibilities.” Marcus nodded slowly. “A return possibility could remain open.” Anna warned: “Only if Lucas doesn't force an outcome.” “I won't.” The system recalculated. RETURN PROBABILITY: 74% Lily stepped forward. “I remember Mom.” Anna was silent. Lily continued.

She left my home in the evening. I checked my phone after she left and I had 50 text messages with 10 missed calls from Jacqueline. I couldn't believe that I have a person who genuinely cares for me. This was the day when I realized that Jacqueline is the person that I can call my true friend. I always had a small circle because I'm into quality not quantity. I'm extremely proud to have Jacqueline as my friend.

I called out, "tell me, what are the chances of me being able to defeat one of these esteemed dukes?" The response, delivered with cold, impartial precision, sent a shiver down my spine. [Less than 15%]. I had expected as much, for even with the advantage of my awakened spirit body, the gulf in power was simply too vast to overcome. Undeterred, I pressed on, "And what of my chances of survival in such a confrontation?" This time, the system's answer offered a glimmer of hope. [More than 80%]. In short, while the prospect of emerging victorious was all but impossible, I might still possess the fortitude to withstand the onslaught

The crowd erupted in mocking laughter. "Seriously? That stone in the corner isn't even a low-grade stone! It's trash! The chance of it producing blood rubies is zero!" "He must be clueless, coming here trying to act smart!" "He's in the wrong place. This isn't a game for amateurs!" The bald man frowned. Everyone knew the probability of finding rubies in a low-grade raw stone was one in a hundred thousand. Finding one in a medium-grade stone was one in ten thousand, and in a high-grade stone was one in a thousand.

"How the fuck is this interesting to you? The main event is delayed by this crap..." "Tch… Just think about it. She allowed the bets, right? Don't you think it's an opportunity?" "Wait! Are you..." "Yes! This is definitely an opportunity… if we place the right bets, we can make a lot more than we already have!" "But there is a chance we might end up with lesser than what we have..." "Maybe… but didn't you hear the info about them… one of them has 4 years experience and the other one is a full-fledged member of Phoenix God's… which one do you think has a higher chance?"

Luis Park wanted to cry like already. Then a system interface popped up. "Tit!" ~Choices generated~ "Tit" ~Sending data to host~ o.O ~Please select the possible answer, host.~ "Tit!" The system interface flashed the choices. A. Don't you worry the God is with us? 100 % real quick death. B. Cover your eyes and pray. And wait for the result. Attention! This choice is 50% real death chance and 50% real live chance. C. Use your body to move the altar. Flip your body as long as you can. This choice is 30% escape from death and 70% real survival chance.

Andos said. Alfi just obeyed him. "What a moron. There’s no way he will win as he picks the 6D lottery (A short of "6 digits". The odds is 1:999999.) And I will win as I have an SS luck." Andos said in his mind. What a jerk.

“If that’s your idea of a virtual blindfold, yes. Blink 80 times.” “I can do you one better. We can play a sort of hide-and-seek on your computer desktop. I’ll be ‘it’ and I’ll give you a count of 8 seconds to do whatever it is you plan on doing.” “Thanks. Yeah, 8 seconds is all I need. Probably even less. Deal?” Ecto lets out a very human scoff. “I calculate the probability of your success to be less than 5 percent. I hope you don’t feel too disappointed when you lose. You’ve got yourself a deal.”

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