Apocalypse: System of lotteries



The Grasslands.

Schneider, the foreman of the First Prairie Mining Limited Company under the Goodman Group, is currently suspended in the mine pit, overseeing the work and personally mining. Together with Sam and Gandis, he had devised a mining plan of three shifts a day, allowing the mine pit to produce non-stop.

This not only increased efficiency, but also ensured there were no opportunities for mishaps, given that the location of the mine pit could have outsiders coming at any time, and there could inevitably be some with ulterior motives.

"My God! It's a spirit stone!!"

"Really! There are actually spirit stones here!"

"Hey! Boss, we found spirit stones over here!"

At this moment, people on the north side of the mine pit began to shout excitedly.

Upon hearing this, Schneider immediately climbed to the surface and ran to the northern mine pit. After descending into the pit, he followed the direction of the pointing workers. Among the layers of rubble, there were many glowing blue spirit stones that were attractive and warm.

"Great!"

Excited, Schneider chiseled off a piece with a dagger. Holding it in his hand, he finally believed it was real. In one mine pit, there were elemental stones, fine gold, and spirit stones, all with such a large reserve. This was unprecedented. If the boss were here, he would probably be very happy too.

"Alright, everyone start digging, I'll treat everyone to a feast tonight! Haha!!"

"Alright!"

"And your treasured whiskey."

"Brandy is not bad either, I saw the boss sneaking some."

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm not the kind of person who drinks secretly. I only bring it out when I'm working."

"Drinking with that Heterozoic on Lust Island 1001? Haha!"

"Get lost, get back to work. When the boss comes, I'll commend you~"

Schneider climbed back up the mine pit, holding the spirit stone in his hand and looking at it against the sun. The use of elemental stones was still very limited, as was fine gold, but these spirit stones could be used as 'currency'.

"Boss~"

At this moment, a man wearing a duckbill hat and a set of worn-out overalls, holding a longbow, was rushing over from a distance.

"Little Bill, didn't I ask you to be on guard, why did you run back?"

Seeing him panting, Schneider raised his head to look in the direction behind Bill, alertly asking, "Is someone coming?"

"Yes...yes..."

Bill, bending over and panting, pointed behind him, "The... the governor, the governor's people are coming!"

"The Governor!?"

Hearing these two words, Schneider's mind buzzed as if it had been hit by thunder.

The Governor.

The Governor of 1001! Mysterious and untouchable, his subordinates were extremely vicious, committing all kinds of evil.

"Go and tell everyone to come up immediately, and get all their gear on!"

After giving his orders, Schneider quickly opened a private chat and sent messages to Sam and Gandis. As for the boss, he hadn't left any contact information.

Where is he now?

...

"Is this your private territory?"

Clos pointed at the wooden sign, somewhat skeptical, she had wanted to ask this for a long time but never had the chance. Now that she had become his secretary, she finally had the opportunity.

"Shouldn't you address me as boss before you speak to me?"

Ming corrected her mistake, after all, he was the one who was paying the salary, and if she didn't call him boss, it always felt like something was missing, like he was at a loss~

"Um, boss, is this your private territory?" Clos asked with a stiff smile.

Ming picked up his fishing rod again and calmly replied, "Yes, this is one of my global businesses. As I told you earlier, my company has many businesses, and you need to gradually adapt."

"Boss, I have a question."

"Speak."

"Since you confirmed the ownership here twenty-something days ago, why is the paint on this sign a bit wet?" Clos extended a finger, touched a corner of the text, and some black paint got on her finger.

Ming responded without turning his head, "It probably rained here yesterday, which must have wet them."

"But from the surrounding environment, there doesn't seem to be any signs of recent rain."

"How can you be so sure? Isn't this your first time here too?"

"Before the apocalypse, I was a radio weather broadcaster, so I know a bit about this."

"~~"

Ming stood up, put away his fishing rod, came over to the woman, looked into her eyes, and said, "Do you know the work of a secretary? You certainly don't know. Let me tell you now, a secretary should always firmly believe that everything the boss says and does is right, got it?"

"Mmm~ Got it."

"Mmm… You see, I've taught you well, right? Now, come and write."

Ming pointed at the wooden sign, and Cloth picked up the brush and black paint, starting to write in the other languages corresponding to the sign.

"Nice handwriting~"

Ming looked at the words on the board, clapping his hands, and looking at Clos, "I didn't expect you to write French so well."

"I'm French, thank you~"

"~"

Ming smiled, "Alright, you've done this task, and the trial period is over. Come on, show me your special abilities, like your skills and talents, to see if you can become a permanent staff member."

In fact, he had already seen her skills and talents using his hawk eye, but he didn't know the actual effects when she used them. Theory and practice were two different things. If they were useless, he would simply dismiss her. 

He wasn't worried about Clos hiding anything because she didn't seem like the cunning type.

"This is my first skill, 'Eternal Night'."

As Clos spoke, she raised her narrow sword to release her skill. "'Eternal Night' turns a 50-meter radius into 'black night', and only I can see everything within the radius."

As she spoke, her skill was activated, and she made a face at Ming, "Can you feel it, the kind of darkness where you can't see your hand in front of you, making you feel panic? Is it suffocating?"

"~"

Ming looked around, the lake was still calm, and the trees were still lush. Okay, her skill had no effect on him. Ah~ he had originally wanted to rely on her to see what the darkness looked like, but it seemed he was thinking too much. However, he couldn't reveal it and kept nodding, "It's so dark, I can't see anything~"

"Heh~"

Clos smiled smugly, waved her narrow sword, and canceled her skill. "To tell you the truth, my skill lasts for a long time. I was afraid it would cause you discomfort, so I just demonstrated it briefly."

"~"

Well done, it only lasted for 3 seconds, and she was boasting as if it lasted forever. 

Clos continued to demonstrate her skills, her smile and pride growing stronger. After a moment, Clos said seriously, "My last talent is 'Corpse Control', which is controlling corpses, not zombies. Zombies are 'alive' to some extent. I control truly dead bodies, but now there are no corpses for me to control."

"Don't worry, there will be one soon." Ming bent down to pick up the fish he had just caught from the storage box, thinking to himself that he had originally planned to take it back and cook it, but now he would have to use it as a corpse.

He picked up the fish, threw it hard on the ground, picked up the dead fish, threw it back into the storage box, and looked at the woman, "Here, a fresh corpse."

"This talent consumes a bit too much, I'll only show you for 3 seconds."

After Clos finished speaking, she held the narrow sword and pointed forward. The spiritual energy on her wrist gathered on the sword. Then, a black dot of light landed on the dead fish.

Then, the fish opened its dead fish eyes and began to swim in the water.

"Wow~"

This time, Clos didn't boast. Her talent consumed spiritual energy and mentality, similar to his puppet eye. It didn't have a cooldown but consumed resources every second. This consumption was negligible to him, but to the woman in front of him, it was quite a high expenditure.

He said, "It's good, but it doesn't have much use. Okay, I declare you a permanent staff member. It's getting late. I'll take you to familiarize yourself with our company's other businesses."

...

Schneider held a single-blade knife horizontally in front of him, and standing behind him were his comrades who had climbed out of the mine, holding various weapons. In front of them was a group of people in uniformed red robes.

The man at the forefront slicked back his hair, biting on a cigar as he looked at Schneider, "Isn't this the leader of the 1001 Shark Gang? Long time no see, are you still hurting from the last time we beat you?"