Apocalypse: System of lotteries



"Frank,  business as usual,~"

"Roar!!"

Only a roar was heard!

Benzedrine and others were shocked and lost their will to fight, including the samurai!

Huh!

Benzedrine could only watch in terror as the werewolf darted towards the samurai, punching him squarely in the chest and sending him sprawling onto the ground. The werewolf leaped on him, pummeling the samurai's body mercilessly.

The next instant, it pressed the samurai's body with its knees, raised its arms high, and stretched out its sharp and pointed wolf claws, going all out at the samurai's chest and skull below!!

"!!"

Benzedrine and the others were all stunned. A four-star emperor level facing a one-star emperor level was akin to a mammoth against an ant.

"Damn it!" Benzedrine swore, backing away. He had no strategy to handle a four-star emperor level. Lighting up the remaining half of his cigarette, he started to retreat but backed into an unexpected wall. Fear-stricken faces peered at him, their gaze locked onto something behind him.

Slowly, Benzedrine turned around, coming face-to-face with a lion's head attached to a body with bull horns, and a pair of dark gold eyes glaring at him. 

"What is this creature?" he whispered in disbelief.

Bang!

Before he could finish what he say, a thunderous punch from Raoul landed on his skull, sending him crumpling to the ground.

The defense dropped to zero!

Benzedrine, dizzy but still conscious, managed to yell, "Fog hide!"

[Triggered tent effect, silence successful]

Bang!!

Raoul punched Benzedrine's wooden chest, and the ribs shattered!

"Damn it, Raoul!" Ming cursed under his breath. 

If it wasn't for continuing to act, he would definitely go up and slap him in the back of the head. People died! What about intelligence? Do you know the loss of money and property?

Fortunately, he will turn into a zombie.

Snap!

With a final crunch, Benzedrine's skull shattered under Raoul's powerful hoof.

"…"

ming looked at Raoul's hoof, dumbfounded... dammit, in the end, it's still gone~

Raoul moved his hoof, looking at you.

[Raoul felt... He hadn't yet adapted to his newfound strength. Next time, he promised, he would control it better....]

[Raoul looked at the other people... then looked at you... next time, he'll definitely be able to hold back his strength...]

[...]

"That's enough, deal with that samurai, only disable, absolutely can't kill, otherwise, I'll ~"

ming gave instructions through his thoughts and then continued to slump on the couch. After all, acting is all about the full package.

"Five... five-star emperor level? Four-star emperor level!!"

Jinx gaped, unable to contain his shock. He glanced at Ming, sprawled comfortably on the sofa. It suddenly made sense why Ming was capable of killing gods—he was practically one himself!

Stalov looked on, his heart pounding as Raoul and Frank attacked the samurai.  This is the real strength of the Gutman family, right?

Leondra closed his eyes tightly, too frightened to watch. He prayed fervently, hoping that the powerful five-star level creature would tread carefully and spare him. He didn't want his brain to end up like Benzedrine's.

He was in pain in his heart. Mr. Gutman, why do you hide so deep? Just bring out the five stars directly, and we would have run away with our tails between our legs. Is there any need to come here and lose face?

Crack! Crack...

The sound of the samurai breaking bones echoed in the tent. Raoul and Frank, having dealt with the samurai, returned to Ming's side, eying the remaining people warily.

Leondra managed to summon the energy to speak. "Mr. Gutman, I only wanted to meet you. I had no harmful intentions."

"There's no need to fear. My puppets only harm the wicked. Are you wicked?" Ming asked in a mild tone.

"No, I'm absolutely a good person. Although I've done some thieving and dog touching, I've been repenting for a long time."

Leondra continued, "I just want to purely listen to your great feat of killing gods. As for your land, I have absolutely no ulterior motives."

Stalov quickly added, "Mr. Gutman, I toasted you out of respect. Surely, that shows my admiration for you."

"I know nothing, I swear!" Jinx stammered.

"..."

Are you all scared to start talking nonsense?

Outside the tent, a disheveled group of people watched as a sword-wielding woman and a radiant green frog vanquished their comrades. They witnessed as her blade slipped through Kawada Kazuo's throat. Clutching his bleeding wound, he crumpled to the ground. 

"This woman, she's really ruthless."

"Her 'Shine' move hurt my eyes. Everything's blurry now," another groaned

"Did you see that 'Golden Shine'? Like a golden sea urchin, those needles were everywhere. Look at my arm—it's still bleeding."

"Her 'Radiant Shine' is invincible. So many skills were thrown at her, but there was no damage."

"Why do I feel that the frog is the strongest?"

"There's no need to feel it, it really is."

[Your foodie climbed back onto Alice's chest, deciding to have a good sleep here. It was so tired just now... it thought this woman's perfume was really good~]

[Da Vinci still listening to the heartbeat, this woman, when fighting, her heart rate actually maintained at 50 times. This... truly a pitiful woman, foodie, we should accompany her more~]

[Foodie nodded, yeah, we're so sensible, ming will definitely be very happy~]

"~"

These two simpletons... are actually quite kind~

Back inside the tent, Ming glanced at the remaining group, "By the way, where did we get to in our serious business just now?"

Stalov said, "Mr. Gutman, forget about that. I and my people won't have any undue thoughts about your farm."

Jinx nodded, "I never had that thought from the beginning."

Leondra chimed in, "I came only for tea, and never planned to claim even a handful of soil from your farm."

"No !"

"..."

Everyone was stunned... what... Do you want to force it on us even if we don't want it?

We don't want it, and you give it, are you crazy?

Ming smiled at their stunned expressions, "I think you all need a steady job. What do you think?"

They looked at each other, exchanging a collective nod, "You're absolutely right."

…

As night falls, there is still 1 hour left before the designated area ends.

Ming had amassed quite a haul—200 units of refined gold, 12,000 units of spiritual energy, 90 units of refined fiber, 200 units of steel wood, 54 units of various elemental stones, and more than 300 portions of food. These were the collective belongings of Benzedrine and his men. Upon questioning the survivors, Ming learned of their strict resource management. All resources were stored in division vaults, and each person received a daily allotment. Even during expeditions, specialized logistics teams ensured supply and distribution.

As for the samurai, Ming had trapped him inside the puppet space for future analysis. Yet, a one-star emperor-level zombie didn't seem particularly valuable. Maybe he could serve as a scarecrow to keep the birds away on the farm.

As for Kawada Kazuo and his group, since Ming no longer had any puppet slots, he let the puppet masters among Stalov's group bridge them, preparing to send them to the prairie to mine and build churches.

Schneider's subordinates, he mused, should also be promoted.

…

[Designated area ends, congratulations to number 0091 for acquiring the ownership of the farm, please rename this area.]

[Warm reminder, please complete the naming within 5 minutes.]

Ming thought for a moment and typed in:

[Goodman Group Agriculture Co., Ltd. First Farm, no strangers allowed, consequences at your own risk, there are fierce animals inside, death and injury are not compensated for…]

[Warm reminder, the name is against the rules, reasons: 1. The name is too long; 2. Contains special characters.]

"~"

Ming sighed. So many rules to keep track of—it was maddening!