Even if the probability was really low, it couldn't be replicated.
But what if? You couldn't say for sure!
Right?
PS1: Here was the third update. We'll continue tomorrow, so let's keep up the good work~~
Main Text: 615. So Kevin and the others had been to the Black Bullet world?
Especially!
As the old saying went.
One monk fetched water to drink.
Two monks carried water to drink.
Three monks had no water to drink.
Split it evenly.
Although that could indeed ensure fairness.
But!
If everyone suffered a loss and no one gained anything.
It would be better to choose a representative. If one could be sent, then send one.
After all.
The people on the Ark, no matter what they had once been like, had gradually grown accustomed to the current atmosphere.
Peaceful and harmonious.
Even if there were conflicts!
At the very least...
Everyone was kindhearted, and good at heart.
They wouldn't be like ordinary people outside, afraid that their brothers would suffer, yet also afraid that their brothers would drive a luxury car.
Competition.
It was merely healthy competition.
Something like this... was actually the best.
Kosma, resurrected in the current civilization, took a sip of liquor. Not knowing what he had thought of, he couldn't help complaining.
"So in the end, Boss Kevin, your daughter even abducted my daughter... She's participating in the competition too..."
"Sigh..."
That was right.
Exactly!
Kosma, resurrected in the current civilization, had married Desdrobia, resurrected in the current civilization.
They had a daughter who was quite adorable.
And that daughter was only eleven or twelve years old. She was so young... yet she had actually entered the competition?
He felt his head buzzing.
Especially when he saw that his own daughter had even passed the preliminary selection and received