Apocalypse: System of lotteries



Ming stared at Kyomoto Jiro, finding that there was no noticeable change. When Dr. Cardel injected himself, the mutation seemed to take a very short time.

He understood. The effect had been weakened. It seemed that he needed to wait a little longer. He hoped that the two injections worth 200,000 gold coins would not be wasted. If that were the case, his heart would bleed.

At night, when the mine was closed and Clos had finished counting, the task of paying salaries was temporarily handed over to her. This was compensation for her pretended work injury. Although she couldn't earn more money, handling such a large amount was quite satisfying for her vanity.

It was proven that Clos enjoyed the process of distributing 'money'.

"Isn't this stone a bit small?"

Sam pinched a piece of elemental stone from his salary bag and asked the expressionless woman who was like a miser.

"I weighed it with a scale, are you doubting my mathematical skills?"

Clos put her hands on her hips and glared, "Do you want to weigh it again?"

"No need!"

Sam took over his salary bag and whispered, "I don't want you to count it ten times over."

"What did you say?"

"Nothing~ I was saying that I can go and help Nico out tonight, I haven't helped her in several days."

"Hmm~ Next."

…

Ming sat on the side, not paying attention to their affairs, but looking at Alia's fifth-stage mission:

[God Faction's Fifth Stage Mission]

[Build a church that can accommodate 500 people.]

[Church specifications: Latin cross floor plan, Gothic style, frame structure, rib arch, skeleton certificate... The following are exterior and interior images]

[Rewards:

[1, All attributes +100]

[2, Random Divine Talent]

[3, Holy Wings*1]

[4, Angel's Eye*1]

[Kind reminder: Limited time of 30 days]

[Kind reminder: Please stand inside the church when submitting the task]

"…"

Looking at the task, Ming unfolded the blueprint. There was a blueprint and a structure, but how to construct it was a difficult thing. He could do pure theory, and it was not a problem to construct simple box houses. But when it came to the Gothic church in the picture, he felt that he couldn't do it. He needed some professionals.

However, the time limit was quite friendly. 30 days should not be a problem. It was time to find someone who understood this aspect. He should be able to meet one. After everyone else had left, Ming got up and prepared to take the frogs back to 1521.

He glanced at Clos, who was tidying up the bed, "How? Planning to be on duty here tonight?"

"I wish to, is it your business?"

The woman didn't turn her head and continued to squat on the ground making the bed. So what if she went back? There was no real home for her. Here, it was a destination.

"You're right, I have no right to interfere with your overtime."

Ming walked forward, threw out the tent skill, covered her and the bed within it, and said, "Don't close the tent door. If you encounter danger, hide in it with Kyomoto Jiro. At that time, that fat guy is invincible." After the instruction, he disappeared from the place with the frogs.

On the prairie.

Only Kyomoto Jiro and Clos were left. The latter raised a small bonfire outside the tent, put water in the propped-up pot, took out the canned food given by the stingy boss, both vegetables and meat and smiled a little. The boss was not that good, but the canned food was good.

She turned her head to look at Kyomoto Jiro, who was sucking on the tender meat inside the leg of a giant centipede, "Don't you plan to roast it before eating?"

"Heh~"

"Hmm~ you still dare to 'heh' me. I'm doing this for your own good. Eating raw meat can easily cause diarrhea~"

"Heh~"

"Alright, I know you're not very smart. It was my fault yesterday. I shouldn't have called you a big idiot. Don't worry, I will never call you that again. Come here~"

"Heh~"

Kyomoto Jiro approached the fire, and the giant centipede leg he was holding was snatched away by Clos and put on the fire to roast.

"I used to watch your sumo wrestling on TV, it felt like two big balls colliding. Heh~ it looks like you're indeed a ball."

While flipping and roasting, Clos glanced at Kyomoto Jiro, who was staring at her, "Do you know why you were given an injection? That's because the boss was avenging me. Your master, my boss said that you must listen to me at night and in the morning... Hey, the meat is cooked. It would be nice if there was some salt."

[Puppet Kyomoto Jiro launches the 'Wrestle With Me' skill at Clos...]

[Puppet Kyomoto Jiro sprinkles salt...]

[...]

"Wow~ you can actually sprinkle salt?"

"Your master really found a treasure. My boss is very strong~"

"By the way~ how can we get out of this halo?"

Push!

Kyomoto Jiro lifted his hand and gently pushed Clos out of the halo. The 'Wrestle With Me' skill must have a winner before it can end. And, the loser will show different levels of self-harm behavior.

...

When Ming returned home and arranged for food and drink, he lay on the bed. Tomorrow is the third to last day of the third chapter. After defeating a share boss, he is preparing to welcome the fourth chapter.

Upgrade foodie.

[Consume travel experience, upgrade...]

[Ding~ Your foodie level has reached level 50, initiating ultimate evolution...]

[Ding~ Your foodie has gained the 'Eat to be Strong' talent...]

"Sure enough, it's a foodie."

Ming smiled and checked the ability:

['Eat to be Strong': When the foodie is full, it triggers the Heart of Battle, with a chance to activate the talent. The impact strength is randomly multiplied, with no upper or lower limit.]

"~"

Ming thought about the words 'no upper or lower limit' and wondered if it could even generate a negative multiplier.

Please don't~

Sleeping... in a sweet dream...

[Ding~ Triggering the title 'Money Makes Money' gives you 25,212 gold coins]

[Ding~ Triggering the 'Broken Bowl Gathering Treasure' function, obtained one item]

…

Early the next morning while Ming was washing up, he found that he had over twenty thousand more gold coins. It seemed that he really had a sweet dream last night. He picked up the item obtained from the 'Broken Bowl Gathering Treasure' with his toothbrush in his mouth, a stone with carved words on it. He read the text:

["Do you think you're strong? No, you're not strong enough, hehe..."]

"…"

Looking at the text, he stopped brushing his teeth... This... surely wasn't from those four guys, was it?

"It probably isn't."

Ming drank water, spat out foam, wiped his mouth after finishing cleaning, and held the palm-sized stone to check it. He found that there was also a fossil of a seashell on the back of the stone.

"This... probably isn't from them either..."

He put away the stone, took the flowers that Raoul had collected and made them into a flower crown, and put it on the little bear lying on his lap.

Lost in thought... that stone... it might be something some fool had carved out of boredom~

...

At Zone 109.

Four people stood in front of the tombstone, each with a not-so-good-looking face. They found that the prepared roast bird meat had not disappeared, it was still there motionless.

Mike frowned, "Did the boss get mad at us? He didn't want us to kill his earthworms?"

David squatted down, staring at the tombstone, "I haven't used my Blood Proof yet, I'll give it back to you another day."

Alan, Mike, and Hawkins all looked at the little swindler, "Holy shit, did you play us? Hit him!!"

Pitter-patter~ dust flying.

After a while, David struggled to stand up, with glass shards and sand scattered under his feet. He had a mournful face, "I say, you guys are too ruthless. Haven't you thought that maybe the boss is tired of eating roast bird meat and doesn't want to eat it anymore?"

"Are you questioning my cooking skills?"

Alan waved his hand, the ground shook, a giant centipede drilled out from the ground, two giant eagles responded by hovering at low altitude, and three giant crabs separated left, right, and behind.

David retreated while saying, "I guarantee, it tasted quite fragrant when I ate it~"