Apocalypse: System of lotteries



Ming felt there was no need for them to get used to it. If a 'beautiful' zombie with a fatal attraction appears, Da Vinci will take it down at the first opportunity, leaving no room for ambiguity.

If the dungeon this time wasn't the Lewd Monk but a nun, they might be collecting it to go home early. Raoul and Frank should seriously improve their abilities. It's not practical to not do proper work and just ogle at pretty girls all day.

"Heh~"

Ming felt that he should take an opportunity to adapt, after all, there were times when Da Vinci was not around.

In the next instant, a flash of white light appeared and the person vanished.

...

Grassland.

Mine.

Clos held a small notebook, carefully classifying the ores. She glanced at Kyomoto Jiro, who was standing next to her like a wall, "Hey~ Aren't you going to help?"

[Puppet Kyomoto Jiro looks at the woman... Too busy~]

[Puppet Kyomoto Jiro continues to look ahead...]

[…]

"I'll continue to grill meat for you tonight, the kind with lots of cheese."

"Hehe~"

"Right, put these large ore boxes on the left, and the smaller ones on the right. You're pretty smart. By the way, what's up with your arm? Why is it peeling?"

Clos put down her notebook, grabbed Kyomoto Jiro's thick palm, and looked at the back of his hand, "Oh~ You're evolving~"

"Hehe~"

Kyomoto Jiro continued to move the boxes.

Buzz~

At this moment, a white light fell.

"You don't need to work anymore, just stand aside."

Clos quickly pushed Jing Er away, swiftly lifted a box of ore, and strenuously put it on the sorting table. She patted off the dust, then raised her arm to wipe the sweat from her forehead, sorting earnestly.

[Puppet Kyomoto Jiro sees you appear... This woman made me work...]

[Puppet Kyomoto Jiro thinks, work in exchange for grilled meat... seems like a fair trade...]

[…]

"You made my puppet work?"

Ming leaned on the sorting table, looking at the woman who dared not meet his gaze.

"I..."

"I'll deduct a portion of its labor cost from your salary today, you don't have a problem with that, right?"

As Ming spoke, he looked at Kyomoto Jiro, then turned to Clos, "Look how innocent it is, yet you tricked it into working for you. Doesn't your conscience bother you?"

"~~"

Clos, like a child who had made a mistake, lowered her head and went to the rest area to pour a cup of coffee, "Boss, have some coffee~"

"This coffee... isn't charged, right?"

"~~"

"You're grinding coffee during work hours, that's not quite right~"

"Boss, I specifically ground it for you."

"I get a heat rash from coffee~"

"~~"

Clos felt that she was starting to get irritated, but she had to suppress it in front of the boss. After all, the boss was the one who paid her... and... gave her an indescribable... sense of security.

"Keep working, this won't happen again."

After Ming finished speaking, he pulled out a stack of white lab coats, "Distribute these to everyone later. From now on, these will be our uniforms. It's important to have a corporate culture in a company."

"It's a doctor's outfit?"

"Not all white lab coats are for doctors, researchers also wear them... We deal with mineral substances, it's sort of like research, isn't it? We should have some professional spirit."

"Why is mine a nurse's outfit then?"

"You're a secretary, not a researcher."

Ming straightened his lab coat, turned around, and snapped his fingers. Kyomoto Jiro followed his master cheerfully. He had noticed the changes in Kyomoto Jiro's skin just now and wanted to investigate it.

He found that Kyomoto Jiro's skin was peeling, and the new skin exposed from the cracks looked like the horny layer of crocodile skin. Further observation revealed that the areas where Kyomoto Jiro was changing were only from the back extending to the hip area, the outer part of the arm, and the back of the hand, there were no changes in other places.

How should he put it... This kind of distribution seemed quite aesthetically pleasing, and Kyomoto Jiro hadn't grown a long mouth like a crocodile, which relieved him a lot. It was very much in line with his expectations.

It was necessary to have a few eye-pleasing ones at home, all grown like Raoul wouldn't be good, it was quite scary. What disappointed him a bit was that Kyomoto Jiro's rank hadn't risen, he was still a one-star emperor, he speculated that Kyomoto Jiro hadn't yet met the conditions for ascension.

"Since Kyomoto Jiro has changed... the crocodile should also..."

Thinking of this, he immediately walked to the edge of the mine, nodded to the person who greeted him and looked at the water pit in the mine. It was a plump and round crocodile, floating on the surface of the water pit, humming~

"This..."

Ming shook his head. He originally wanted to create a super crocodile, but it turned into a pig instead, showing no ambition whatsoever.

"Raoul."

At this point, he summoned Raoul, took out a syringe, and stuck it in to draw blood.

[Puppet Raoul looks at you... how to dance in here...]

[Puppet Raoul has been taken into the puppet space...]

[…]

As expected, it was still thinking about the pole-dancing. Ming jumped down into the mine, stuck the syringe into the croco-pig's body, and began to transfer the fluid. This time, it didn't dodge or scream like the last time. Its skin had thickened a lot. After the injection, Ming flapped his wings and flew high above the mine pit. Since there was nothing else to do here, it was time to go somewhere else.

Before leaving, he came to Clos, who was sweaty from carrying boxes of ore, "Pour me a pot of this coffee."

"Boss, aren't you afraid of getting a heat rash?"

"I'm worried that you'll drink too much and get a heat rash."

"~"

Clos took the pot, grumbling as she poured the coffee, are you worried about me getting a heat rash? 

In the next moment, she watched the man leave, also noticing the two cans of beef stew newly placed on the table. Clos smiled and picked them up, glaring at Kyomoto Jiro in the process, "What are you looking at? Traitor~"

[Puppet Kyomoto Jiro looks at the woman... I'm innocent...]

[…]

Inside the mine, Sam, who was suspended in mid-air digging stones, bumped into Gandis, mysteriously whispering, "Did you see it? I told you, the boss is not a vet, he's a biological scientist. You saw him give the crocodile a shot, and it evolved right away. So, all his puppets were made through his injections."

"You're not entirely wrong."

Gandis nodded, asking with some fear, "The boss won't capture us for experiments, will he?"

Sam paused his work, furrowing his brow in thought, then shook his head, "Probably not, our genes are too weak."

...

With a pillar of light crashing to the ground, Ming stood on a barren wasteland, surrounded by desolate rocks and weeds clinging to life in the stone crevices. The harsh sunlight shining on this area didn't seem to bring any warmth to it. This place seemed to have little value at present.

Sniff sniff~

A pleasant human scent.

Ming turned his head to see a figure in white walking towards him. It was a woman wearing a headscarf and a square cloth covering her face, revealing only a pair of blue eyes. She stopped about 10 meters away from him, tilting her head to stare at him.

He also turned his head to examine her with his "Eagle Eye", an eye for an eye, it's only fair:

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[…]

[Weakness: Ah... Indeed, a woman's heart is like a needle at the bottom of the sea, forever elusive~]

"~"

Several rows of big question marks, who is this woman?

The woman was also staring at the strange man before her. He wore a police cap on his head, sunglasses and a mask on his face, a neat white coat on his body, and was holding a large syringe in his hand. Was this man a vet?