Apocalypse: System of lotteries

As Ming and David approached the area center, they saw many people starting to build the fortress. What Ming found incredible was that the layout of the defense felt strangely familiar.

At that moment, someone noticed them and ran over with a smile. The newcomer wore glasses and had a scholarly appearance.

"This is Hawkins, the person in charge of planning and constructing the fortress," David pointed at the newcomer.

"Hello," Hawkins extended his hand for a handshake with Ming.

"I remember you. You touched me three times yesterday. Let's skip it today, alright?"

"Hehe~"

Hawkins grinned, "I'm truly, truly grateful to you. Without you, we might have died long ago."

"Enough; I understand the concept of mutual dependence. Please retract your hand; thank you," Ming took a step back.

"Hehe, everyone says that if we touch you more, we can pass our good luck to you, ensuring you're always safe."

"There should be a limit to that, though." Ming finally reached out and shook Hawkins' hand.

The latter grasped both hands, rubbing vigorously, "I'll give you half of my good luck."

"Thank you." The gesture deeply touched Ming.

After some effort, he managed to withdraw his hand.

David, standing nearby, said, "Hawkins, tell us about your fortress planning."

"Sure." Hawkins excitedly pointed at the construction in progress, looking at Ming, "Gutmann, doesn't this fortress base feel familiar?"

"..."

Ming shook their head.

Hawkins exclaimed, "How can it not be familiar? This is all based on what you taught us."

"..."

Ming was taken aback, and he had yet to attend their gatherings. How could he have taught them anything?

David kicked Hawkins lightly, "Stop beating around the bush and just tell us."

"Alright~" Hawkins pointed at the fortress base in the center square and said, "Many people from our area 109 have witnessed your glorious deeds at the sewer entrance. That inspired us greatly during our discussion last night."

"..."

Ming didn't think that crawling into sewers was a glorious deed. Moreover, that means Hawkins himself was among the spectators every time.

But What kind of inspiration did that give you?

"We saw that every time you killed a mutant creature in the sewer, you would first surround the sewer entrance with steel plates, throw a brick down to lure the creatures out, and then toss spiked traps inside, right?"

"Ah, well... that should be it."

Ming felt a bit uncomfortable. Now he suspected that the sewer earthworms had all been taken away by these people. That all his seeds?

"Last night, we drew inspiration from your glorious deeds." Hawkins spoke excitedly, gesticulating wildly, "Other divisions are thinking of building defensive fortresses, but we think that's a joke. As the saying goes, the best defense is a good offense. So, we expanded your small well concept and built a huge wall around where the region center BOSS would appear."

"..."

No wonder it looked so familiar. It turned out to be such a huge well.

"There are 89 travel hunters in our division, 15 of whom have reached the second stage. Everyone in the division gave them one-thirtieth of their fine gold, allowing them to create as many spiked traps as possible. We'll lay one layer on the ground, and each person will carry two more. When the BOSS arrives, with 1000 people, how many traps will that be? Two thousand!"

As Hawkins reached this point, he laughed excitedly, spittle flying, "Two thousand! With two thousand traps thrown, any BOSS will die!"

"..."

Ming thought to himself, 'Good heavens! My signature move has been so gloriously expanded by you all! Shouldn't I get some royalties for intellectual property?' He never expected it could be used like this. Indeed, some things only spark more fantastic ideas when seen through others' eyes.

"And!" Hawkins, evidently not satisfied, continued even more passionately, "I also gave this fortress a resounding name: The Well of Good People!"

"!!!"

Ming and David were caught off guard. Darn it, Hawkins must be terrible at naming things! How could he even come up with such a name?

"What? Not resounding enough? Actually, I have another name as an alternative..."

David quickly covered Hawkins' mouth and said to Ming, "All this was learned from you!"

"..."

Ming rolled his eyes and said, "You guys haven't learned from me thoroughly enough."

"Huh?"

David and Hawkins both looked at Ming. David, who seemed to know what was coming, took a piece of fine gold and stuffed it into Ming's hand with a sly grin. "Come on, let's learn everything from you."

Hawkins also took out a spirit stone, "Please don't hesitate to teach us."

"How embarrassing~."

Ming accepted the gifts with both hands and said, "If I were you, I'd add a few more layers of fine gold plates to the inner walls of the 'well' and then add a few more layers of fine gold spikes on top of the plates..."

"..."

David and Hawkins listened with their mouths agape. This idea was both extremely cunning and expensive!

However, it made Hawkins suddenly see the light - he hadn't even considered this possibility!

"I have to go participate in the experiential copy now," Ming said, tossing a pile of fine gold and steel plates before heading towards the central square, leaving behind the two men calculating the cost with their fingers.

Along the way, those building the 'Well of Good People' greeted Ming. He nodded and smiled, walking quickly past them to avoid their outstretched hands. Although they meant well, it was uncomfortable for a man to be touched like that.

Of course, Ming didn't want to hurt their feelings or give the impression that he was hard to get along with. So, he reluctantly accepted the well-wishes from some friendly ladies.

After all, he was a good person and couldn't refuse their enthusiasm. But a handshake would suffice for the lady with a prickly face—no need for cheek-to-cheek contact. Ouch, that still hurt a bit.

At that moment, Ming saw Nick here. What a coincidence!

Nick also noticed Ming approaching with a sly grin, wanting to escape with his female companions...

Ming quickly approached them and laughed, "Sorry, I'll have to borrow your female companions again today."

Nick felt uncomfortable and said, "Next time, please add 'status' after the words 'female companion.' I think that would be better."

"Alright, can I borrow them now?"

"..."

After replenishing his skill cooldowns three minutes later, Ming officially entered the [Terrifying Hospital Experiential copy].

However, this kind of experiential copy would yield only good rewards. It was mainly for gaining experience, but now things were different. Today, he would tower revenge on that zombie named Luca, who had taken his money last time. The money would have to be returned double-fold.

Was his money so easy to take away?

Hehe~ Luca, come on~ let's hurt each other~