Apocalypse: System of lotteries



"Gutmann, I need you to do me a favor. Check my private messages to see if there are any from Dimon. I don't even know where he is or how he's doing now."

Rusell leaned on the table and opened the light screen.

Ming flipped through the messages:

[Dimon2: Rusell, are you okay now? I haven't seen your reply to my messages for a long time. Your eyes can't see anymore, can they? I didn't expect the sequelae to be so severe.]

[...]

[Dimon2: I have left Section 54, and now I'm in Alien City 1342. The people living here are like us. I've finally found a sense of identity.]

[Dimon2: I'm doing very well now, but I don't understand why people have to kill each other. I don't understand...]

[Dimon2: Are you doing well? We alien beings might really be aliens. After many things, I understand that only by continuously becoming stronger can you keep those dirty people away and dare not approach...]

[Dimon2: I have faith now. When we can meet, I will lead you to be a beneficiary of faith.]

[...]

"He says he's in Section 1342 and doing very well, so you don't have to worry."

Ming said the first part. But he was hesitant about the second part because this person called 'Dimon2' might have joined a certain faction. Now, he was in a dilemma. Should he tell Rusell? If he did, would Rusell go to find his always-encouraging friend? And after finding him, if he discovered that the friend was no longer the one he had in mind, would he be heartbroken?

After all, the 'factions' he had seen were somewhat extreme.

Ming chose to lie, "Dimon also said that he would come to see you when he finishes his current business."

"Good, then tell him, I'm doing very well, too."

Bat-human Rusell lay on the table, facing the light screen ahead. Although he couldn't see the text, the light screen was like a beam of light in his eyes, a simple light that made him feel at ease.

He instructed, "By the way, tell him to take good care of himself. Don't care about what others say and live his own way."

"Alright."

Ming tapped the light screen, sending the message word for word, hoping that 'Dimon2' would understand what Rusell meant.

"What about the other people in the section? I remember there are many people in 109, right?"

"This is my private territory, no one will come to disturb you, you can rest assured."

"That's good, I don't want to scare anyone, haha~"

"I need to go out for a while. There's plenty of food in the room. You can eat however you like. Those zombies are all puppets, you don't need to be afraid."

"Okay~ You go ahead with your business."

Rusell laughed, using sound waves to familiarize himself with the room and intensify his perception of everything around him.

Ming turned to leave, paused, and said, "Don't be polite, treat this place as your own home."

"..."

Rusell laughed and tears fell from his eyes, "You go ahead with your work, I'm not the polite kind~~"

"Okay~"

Ming opened the light screen and started to look for his destination.

...

Clos, with a flower wreath on her head, stood waiting in the grassland.

"Excuse me, are you 'The Wandering Girl, Clos'?"

A middle-aged man with brown hair stepped out of the teleportation portal at this time. He looked at the woman in front of him and pointed to the grass ring on his left arm, "I am 'Imaginer Adrive'."

"Uh~ yes, I am Clos."

Clos nodded, staring at the man in front of her.

The man extended his hand and said, "Hello, I am Adrive."

"Um~ my boss, Mr. Gutman, should be arriving soon. Please come with me."

Clos did not extend her hand and turned to lead the way.

"..."

Adrive adjusted his glasses and nodded with a smile, following behind the woman. He asked, "I heard that Mr. Gutman is planning to build a church? Is it here?"

"I don't know, you can discuss it in detail with my boss when he arrives. I am only his private secretary. I only deliver messages and don't make decisions. You should know that my boss is a very serious person, and you should be humble when you talk to him."

Clos said without looking back.

Adrive nodded, "I am also a rigorous architect. By the way, is Mr. Gutman also a Frenchman?"

"No."

Clos shook her head, "He is a good man."

"..."

Adrive frowned, feeling that the woman in front of him had a strong personality, although sometimes she seemed standoffish.

Yet, he could see from her arrogance that her boss must be wealthy, and a very rigorous person. He enjoyed dealing with such people.

"Sit down, would you like some tea?"

Back in the mine's rest area, Clos invited the man to sit down.

"Uh, no, I prefer coffee."

"I'm sorry then, our boss likes tea, we don't have coffee here. Please, have some water for now."

"Uh... Actually, I can have tea too."

"Just have some water, tea can cause internal heat."

"..."

Adrive thought, the woman in front of him was very considerate and meticulous, no wonder she could become the secretary of a boss who owns such a large mining area.

After he took the water, he looked towards the mine, "Does your boss, Mr. Gutman, own this all by himself?"

Clos stood aside and calmly replied, "Yes, but this is just the tip of the iceberg of his businesses."

"Uh~"

Adrive had just picked up the water cup when he saw a wall-like 'huge belly crocodile man'. He held the cup in astonishment, forgetting to drink the water for a moment.

"Don't be afraid, it's one of the many emperor-level mutants owned by my boss, Mr. Gutman, and it's one of the more ordinary ones, so it's put here to be in charge of the security of the mining area."

Clos didn't smile at all throughout the whole process. She thought she had to make the other person see her boss as a mysterious, powerful, and aloof image.

Only in this way can they gain an advantage in the negotiation. Isn't that what a secretary is for?

She thought that should be the case, after all, it was her first time being a secretary.

Huh!!

At this moment, a winged creature with scales all over its body, a long mouth with fangs, and a large stomach and long head flapped its wings and landed not far away.

Adrive exclaimed, "Does Mr. Gutman also own a dragon?"

Clos glanced at the crocodile with wings and a bigger body, calmly saying, "This is just one of my boss, Mr. Gutman's pets, there's no need to be so nervous."

Hum~

At this point, a portal opened, and a man in a white coat walked out of it.

Clos immediately went up to greet him, offering a sofa to her boss, whispering, "Boss, we don't have coffee, and you need to be aloof, don't smile."

"~"

Ming was stunned, glanced at Clos, and then looked at Adrive, who had jumped up with a sound and had nowhere to put his water cup.

What...what's going on?

"Hello, Mr. Gutman, I'm Adrive. I specialized in architectural design before the apocalypse, especially the history of architectural design. I'm very proficient in it. I've led teams in the restoration of many castles and churches. Please rest assured to give this task to me, I will take it seriously."

"Uh~ okay~"

Ming handed the blueprints to Adrive, "How do we calculate the payment?"

Adrive shook his head, "Please don't mention money, I'm a person who loves construction."

Ming found it incredible and patted Adrive on the shoulder, "You and I are destined to be bosom friends."