Apocalypse: System of lotteries

On the city wall, people were watching the tent below and discussing the matter of collecting puppets.

"I'm curious, why do they need to set up a tent and lock all the zombies inside?"

"What's so strange about that? Gute Man and his team are helping us divide the puppet masters and catch puppets for us. The most important thing is that if the zombies are not concentrated inside, and are scattered in the maze instead, what if something unexpected happens?"

"Yeah, you don't even understand this simple logic... Wait a minute, why would you ask such a stupid question?"

Everyone looked at the man who had just asked the question.

In the next moment, the man was tied up and brought before Hawkins.

"Caught another one who hasn't participated in the Shared Boss event."

"Judging by what this guy said, he didn't come for the first three times!"

"Should we kill him or what?"

Everyone looked at Hawkins, who took out the District Defense Covenant without any expression, "If someone doesn't participate in the Shared Boss event three times, all the rewards from those events will be confiscated, and they will have to work in the Well City for 10 days without any pay. his warehouse resources will be confiscated, and all his future expenses will be allocated by the district. If this happens again, kill him!"

Inside the tent, Ming was constantly repairing the golden plates that were broken by the zombies. Although the Five-Star Lord-level zombies posed no threat to him, they did to the golden plates. It seemed that everything required money. He just hoped they could sell for a good price.

Glancing at the zombies, the Chanel, evening dress, and yoga pants zombies were all out of money. It was time to bring one out for the puppet masters outside to subdue, but doing it one by one was still too slow.

Ding~ Inspiration struck.

Mike's pill could be handed out two at a time. Although the skill description said that the target would choose it themselves, it didn't say that force-feeding was not allowed. This could totally exploit a loophole.

With this thought, Ming opened the tent door, "Mike, come in!"

"Uh... here I come~" Mike hesitated for a moment. Sunglasses Man had just kicked him out a few seconds ago and now called him back in. Couldn't he make up his mind before making a decision?

Ming closed the tent door, "Mike, today, I'll teach you how to maximize the efficiency of your skill usage."

"Really? Tell me more."

"That is, give your pills to two zombies at the same time, you didn't think of that before, did you?"

"The day before yesterday, I already tried it in a personal instance... You're a bit late to the game~"

"..."

Ming was taken aback and patted Mike on the shoulder, "Not bad, you've grown. Now get to work!"

"I heard David and the puppet masters outside discussing the price just now. Do I get a share?"

"..."

Ming patted Mike's head, "You've really grown. Now work!"

"We're splitting the money equally, right?"

"Let me tell you, Mike, growing up too fast is not necessarily a good thing."

"Work~ Work~"

"Come on, handle these two zombies first."

Ming dragged the Chanel and evening dress zombies to the tent entrance.

Mike stood outside the door and handed out the pills. The evening dress zombie chose the white pill, and Chanel also wanted the white one, but it had no choice.

Ming pried open its mouth, and Mike stuffed the red pill in. The evening dress zombie, having swallowed the white pill, entered a hallucinatory state and started dancing the tango on the spot. The Chanel zombie, having taken the red pill, entered a state of paralysis.

Both zombies lost their fighting abilities and were carried out of the tent by Mike, one under each arm. He yelled at David, "Are you guys done yet? There are only 9 seconds left, hurry up!"

"You damn hurry for what?" David retorted, then checked the amount of gold they received and kindly told the two puppet masters, "Congratulations, you can proceed with the spiritual bridge connection now."

On the city wall.

"Those puppet masters are so disgusting, actually spending money on zombies."

"Actually, this kind of thing is understandable."

"Let's not argue about this. Mike is really handsome." A girl put her hands together in front of her, her eyes sparkling with hearts.

At that moment, a woman with delicate snake scales on her face appeared next to her and flicked her forked tongue, "That's my man."

Inside the tent, Ming gave a prescription to the little black dress zombie [Skill effect: Collect 1300 gold coins].

Ding! Received 1000 gold coins.

[No money, use possessions to offset the debt]

1 minute later, Ming clapped his hands, finally putting the black dress back on the zombie. He then continued to strengthen the other defense with aurichalcum plates.

Meanwhile, he took a closer look at the zombies Mike brought back: one dressed in a suit and leather shoes, one in a vest and slippers, one as a hip-hop black man, one as a skinny man dressed in flashy clothes, and one as a basketball player.

"..."

Ming touched the tip of his nose, having trouble understanding Mike's perception of wealth. As the prescription timer ran out, he continued to use the skill on the hotpants girl.

[Skill effect: Collect 1500 gold coins from the target]

Ding! Received 600 gold coins.

[Zombie has no money, uses possessions to offset the debt]

30 seconds later, Ming pulled up the pants of the zombie and checked the system time. Mike's pill timer had expired. It had to be said that the cooldown reduction buff from the skills Holy Hymn and Ghostly Dance was a great psychic ability.

"Mike, continue." Ming dragged the little black dress and hotpants zombies to the tent entrance, and Mike went up to administer the pills. After completion, he carried them away one on each side, very smoothly.

With the tent door closed, Ming looked at the man in the suit and leather shoes, and handed out the prescription after the cooldown was over.

[Skill effect: Collect 2000 gold coins from the target]

Ding! Account credited with 100 gold coins.

"!!??"

100 gold coins?

Is this a joke?

Immediately used Eagle Eye to inspect:

[Violent Workplace Rookie Hadi]

[...]

[Introduction: Graduated from Columbia University, went to New York City to seek opportunities, repeatedly rejected, spent all his money, and beat an interviewer into a vegetative state...]

"..."

Ming couldn't help but shake his head, looking at the zombie wearing slippers.

[Evil Old Beggar]

[...]

Ming shook his head again and looked at the remaining ones:

[Washed-up Hip-Hop Singer Kodega]

[Decadent Street Addict Mark]

[Angry Basketball Rookie Jada]

"..."

Seeing this, Ming closed his eyes and took a deep breath, which helped him maintain a peaceful mood. Mike was his own man, and he couldn't kill him.

However, the big gold necklace and rings of the black hip-hop zombie looked quite valuable.

[Skill effect: Collect 3000 gold coins from the target]

Ding! Account credited with 10 gold coins.

[Zombie has no money, uses possessions to offset the debt]

Ding! Acquired the target's clothes, pants, shoes, necklace, rings, nose ring, navel ring, ** ring, etc.

"..."

Ming remained calm, smashing the zombie's nose with a punch. There was no need for a reason to hit a zombie. He dressed the zombie, then burst its eyes again. Why did it move while being dressed? It wasn't behaving well...

However, Ming was relieved to receive the other party's necklace, rings, and so on. He thought they shouldn't be too bad and checked them immediately:

[Roughly made plastic necklace]

[Very poorly made plastic ring]

"..."

Ming took a deep breath, calming his emotions. He couldn't hit Mike, absolutely not, they were good brothers after all~

A minute later, Ming opened the tent door, and Mike walked in. He saw a flamboyantly dressed zombie, which had already been cut into several pieces by a chainsaw-wielding Sunglasses Man. He asked curiously, "Bro, why are you so angry?"

Ming said indifferently, "This guy is too weak, can't sell for a good price... Do you know? The ones you brought back are all very weak."

Mike looked at the chainsaw in Ming's hand, took a step back, and scratched his head, saying, "Then I'll take a smaller share of the money... As long as everyone is happy."