Apocalypse: System of lotteries



[Domain: Abyss Gaze]

[A wondrous talent, or rather, a wondrous skill. When cast, all targets with lower Mental Power than you in the territory will experience different effects from the Abyssal Gaze - as the saying goes, different perspectives for different people. Costs 300 Mental Power, 300 Stamina, and 300 Spirit Power per second with no cooldown.]

[Friendly reminder: It has side effects, it is recommended not to use it frequently]

Though Ming doesn't understand the specifics, his ample combat experience leads to one conclusion: the vaguer and more ambiguous an ability's description, the more insane its power.

"I didn't expect to receive 3 million assignable experience this time, it's really nice~"

"Hey~"

3 million experience, why not strike while the iron is hot and get the puppeteer's secondary job to level 60, taking advantage of the current aura, if he can get another domain for the puppeteer, then he would really make a fortune~

Upgrade!

Ding~ Secondary profession level 40!

Ding~ Secondary profession level 50!

Ding~ Secondary profession level 55!

Ding~ Insufficient experience!

"Damn~"

Ming rubbed Da Vinci, feeling heartache, only 5 levels short, right~ Continue to wait for material points, continue to kill zombies, as long as he does not leave here, he can level up!

Slap~

Ming slapped his thigh, that's it, thanks to the zombie Ares.

[Your Da Vinci stared blankly at you, ming when you slapped your thigh, did you forget that you were holding foodie~]

[Your Foodie's eyes glaze over - Wow, who knew you gave such great back rubs aside from scalp scratching! More please~~ So comfortable~] 

[Your Merlin kisses your neck again, wanting more luck? Still got some left~]

"~~"

Ming was startled too,  but upon seeing that Foodie is unharmed, relief washes over him. Yet, looking at the situation from a different angle...Foodies really can take a beating huh? 

"Very well. But Merlin is truly cute, isn't he?" 

Ming leaves Da Vinci and Foodie, gently cupping Merlin in both hands. He places Merlin in the palm of his left hand, raises his right, and taps the little head lightly. 'It's time for your upgrade.

"Ding~ Merlin is now level 43, through consumption of travel experience."

"Ding~ Merlin is now level 50, through consumption of travel experience."

"Ding~ Merlin initiates final evolution... Evolution talent rolling... rolling..."

"Ding~ Congratulations, Merlin has obtained the evolution talent: Sharing your poison."

"[...]"

[Your Merlin looks at you. Ming, thank you for helping me pass the trial, I've finally become an adult poison arrow frog!]

[Your Da Vinci and Foodie bounce to Merlin, stroking the little head. This is a unique coming-of-age ceremony in the froggy world, wishing Merlin to grow more beautiful, and even more poisonous.]

[Your Merlin is moved, telling its brothers, 'Don't worry, I will carry my toxicity to the end.'"]

The term 'trial' that Merlin mentioned was worth pondering over. ming remembered the froggies mentioning before that their ancestors had all left the froggy world to take on trials in various worlds, only to leave after their trials ended.

He checks:

"Sharing your poison"

"In simple terms, Merlin will turn his master into a poisoned human. In more complex terms, Merlin's master will gain the same ability as Merlin, absorbing toxins, and releasing toxins. However, this will take a process. Take your time to experience it."

Ming hurriedly takes off his right glove to check whether his hand is normal, fearful that it might transform into a frog's palm. After all, those elemental masters were all precedents. Luckily, there was no change. It seems that the froggies and this rule weren't the same. He was relieved.

"Sniff-sniff~ human scent."

At this moment, Rubio walks out from the side of the house, making eye contact with Ming sitting on the steps. Rubio questions, "Mr. Gutman, what brings you here?"

"Ah, I'm tired. I need a rest."

"Ah, I see."

Rubio approaches, grasping Ming's right hand, excitedly saying, "Mr. Gutman, thank you for helping me complete the hidden task. I'm so grateful!"

"You're welcome. After all, we're friends, aren't we?"

Ming withdraws his hand, putting his glove back on. Taking liberties just because you're a man? Shameless.

"I won't disturb your rest then. I'll go elsewhere... eh..."

As Rubio stands to leave, he suddenly feels dizzy, a vision full of stars.  Then, his legs give way, and he begins to topple backward... He looks at Ming, pleading with his eyes, help me...

Thud~

Rubio falls backward onto the ground.

Ming steps over to his side, asking with concern, "What's the matter with you?"

Rubio replies weakly, "I... I feel weak all over."

"You might have heatstroke, a little rest should do the trick."

As Ming speaks, preparing to fetch some water for Rubio, he suddenly... freezes... could his own toxin be at work?

But... he hasn't absorbed any toxins, has he? With this question in mind, Ming once again removes his right-hand glove, and reaches out to touch Rubio's forehead, saying, "Hmm, good, no fever."

He withdraws his hand, asking with concern again, "How do you feel now?"

Rubio's voice is barely audible, "Even... more weak... than before. It's easy to get heatstroke this season. Mr. Gutman... make sure you drink more water."

"Alright, don't worry."

Ming looks at his hand. Could it really be his own toxin? Only... could it be the leftover toxins from when Merlin had increased its poison resistance in the past? And now, they're taking effect?

It must be the case, there's no other explanation. That said, this ability is quite powerful!

"I feel faint..." Rubio tilts his head, fainting.

Ming reaches forward to check his breathing. Good, he's alive, just unconscious. He raises his right hand, smiling at his palm. He'll go test it out on some zombies from the supply points later and get familiar. And raise his sub job to 60 - a real bountiful day!

[Disaster Area Broadcast: this area will no longer refresh supply points. Please complete your kills and leave the area as soon as possible.]

[Gentle Reminder: the area will be closed in 24 hours.]

"Damn, it~"

This damn rule leaves no room for fun.

...

In Trade City, Sam sits in his office, registering the resumes of those wanting to join the Gutman Group. Ever since he started following Mr. Gutman, his life has been getting better and better. Now, every day he walks around Trade City, he feels respected. His decision back then was not wrong.

"Manager Sam, terrible news!" 

At this moment, a subordinate rushes into the room in a panic.

"What's got you so flustered?" 

Sam glares. As a member of the Gutman Group, it is best to be steady and not panic when faced with problems.

The man, panting, points outside, "Bad news! Something big happened! Miss Clos was abducted while shopping!!"

"What?!" Sam bolts upright. "Who the f*ck dares to move against our Guteman Group people?! Tired of living?!"

The man says, "It's the people from the Sun Empire!"

...

Ming looks at his hands, smiling. Then suddenly, he freezes.

Damn it! Could he... still get married in the future?

Damn it!