Apocalypse: System of lotteries



Ming injected the coconut juice into the monsters, not having much hope for this small experiment. It would be best if it succeeded, but failure wouldn't matter much.

He walked out of the mist again, seeing the once again bald porcupine, he shook his head helplessly. How many barbecues would it take to use up all these quills?

This porcupine was a spendthrift.

He checked all the 'family members' in region1521, none had evolved. It seemed that he would need to bring Raoul over someday to discipline them. How could they make any progress if they weren't motivated? The world was so perilous, they needed to have the ability to protect themselves.

For the sake of this family, he had truly poured his heart out. Of course, who could have imagined that Raoul would one day become a 'teacher'?

Having finished his plans, Ming brought the frogs back to the prairie to wait for the global randomness. Upon reaching the rest area, he glanced at Clos, who was preparing lunch, "Any news today?"

"None."

The woman didn't even turn her head, her reply was very straightforward.

·ƈθm "Um~ then... keep cooking, I'm a bit hungry. Don't add too much salt. Put in a little of the chili sauce I gave you. Thanks~"

"Got it."

"Mhm."

Ming grabbed a chair and sat at the tent entrance, flipping through the 'Complete Guide to the World of Cthulhu.' As he was reading, he suddenly sat up straight, carefully examining the illustration on the page before him, and the text description below.

"Flying Sky Water Leech"

"Ability 1: Invisibility"

"Ability 2: Tentacles"

"Ability 3: Shockwave"

"Ability 4: Soft Armour"

"Ability 5: Immunity to Physical Damage"

"Ability 6: Flight"

"!!"

Ming immediately rose, opened a portal, and disappeared.

"..."

Clos, holding a bowl of noddle covered with chili sauce, and topped with diced lunch meat and vegetables, watched the disappearing man... She'd been cooking for an hour, and he just left?

"Heh~ Clos, this meal looks amazing... too bad, the boss is gone~"

Schneider walked past the woman, an apple in his hand, smiling.

Whoosh~

Clos' right hand moved as fast as lightning, touching the apple in his hand. The apple, visible to the naked eye, dehydrated, rotted, and turned into mud.

She smiled, "Oh my~ how did you end up with a rotten apple? So unfortunate, but remember, you can only have one a day, pick a better one tomorrow~"

"..."

Schneider stood frozen in his tracks. Was he not even allowed to compliment her cooking?

...

Ming returned to 109 and quickly entered the mist. His destination was the lake where the Flying Sky Water Leech resided. Upon arrival, he raised his crossbow saw and shot 'Seven Arrows' at the lake. Three of the arrows triggered an explosion, sending water flying.

Boom!!

The water surged upwards, and the massive Flying Sky Water Leech leaped out of the water, hovering above the rippling lake. Several eyes opened, staring intensely at the man before them.

Crack!!

Multiple gaping mouths opened simultaneously, spurting out waves of air. Ming, standing on the bank, blocked his face with both hands, his right leg retreating back to form a bow stance for support. Still, he ended up rolling on the ground from the force of the blast, alongside a withered tree by the bank.

"Shockwave!"

As Ming rolled, he compared the situation with his memories from the 'Complete Guide to the World of Cthulhu,' confirming it was indeed that ability.

When the shockwave ended and he got back to his feet, he found that Flying Sky Water Leech had disappeared.

Sniff sniff~

No smell!

Invisibility?

He quickly looked at the surrounding grass and trees, no unusual sounds. Then he noticed the light around him darken. Overcast skies... no, wait!

Ming immediately activated Thunder Speed, quickly retreating. At the same time, the ground where he'd been standing was crushed by the 'air,' forming a deep chasm. Without a doubt, it was Flying Sky Water Leech in stealth mode. Unexpectedly, it could remain hidden even after attacking, quite formidable.

"Invisibility, confirmed!"

Thinking of the 'Complete Guide to the World of Cthulhu,' Ming immediately threw freshly baked Stinky Mud cards all around him. The stinky mud exploded, scattering in all directions.

At that moment, he noticed a layer of stinky mud covering the 'air' in front of him to his left. That was the Flying Sky Water Leech in stealth mode. A unique way to reveal the invisible is very effective.

With the verification complete, Ming used the remaining time of Thunder Speed to quickly draw out the snail fluid, rushing forward to inject it into the Flying Sky Water Leech covered in stinky mud. After successfully doing so, he quickly retreated and disappeared.

Two hours later, Ming walked out of the mist. At that time, he had injected all the monsters within the explored mist of 109 with snail fluid. When conducting an experiment, it was best to do it thoroughly. To his surprise, the abilities of the Flying Sky Water Leech in the lake perfectly matched the ones described in the 'Complete Guide to the World of Cthulhu.'

What a coincidence?

"First, let's go back to eat~"

Ming felt a bit hungry. Thinking of the meal Clos had prepared for him, he was just about to open a portal when a light screen lit up in front of him.

"Congratulations, you are about to enter Global Random Mode."

"The designated area you are about to enter is Farm."

"As the name suggests, this is one of the few farmable lands in the world, with fertile soil untouched by acid rain or other disasters. The farm is currently growing a hundred acres of corn."

"In times of food shortage, this is like a timely assistance. Are you tempted?"

"Kind reminder: There are no zombies or other creatures in this area. It is a sanctuary."

"Sanctuary?"

Ming looked at the flashing text. With no creatures, and such a big temptation thrown in, it was clearly the rules setting the stage for a fight.

"Now announcing area rules. All selected survivors will be given a number and randomly placed within the designated area. The person who occupies the farmhouse for the longest time will gain control over this area."

"Kind reminder: This area operates on a 12-hour cycle. After 12 hours, all survivors will be automatically teleported away."

"Kind reminder: Your number is 0091."

"12 hours of settlement..."

The rules deliberately shortened the time to make the competition more intense. As for the purpose of this number, it is still unknown.

"Kind reminder: This area has a teammate designation function. You can designate a teammate by spending 1000 gold coins. You can protect the farm together."

"Kind reminder: You have 3 seconds to prepare."

"3-2-1~"

"..."

The countdown was even faster than his hand speed!

Buzz~

A white light descended, and he disappeared from the spot.

Upon landing, Ming found himself in what seemed like a basement of a house, filled with various farming tools and some miscellaneous items. Checking himself, everything was normal. Da Vinci and Foodie were sleeping in his pocket. As for Merlin, he was still collecting venom in region 1521. The snake venom was limited, but there was still a lot more to squeeze out.

Ming left the basement and reached the entrance of the room.

"Congratulations to survivor number 0091, you have occupied the farm."

"..."

Number 0091?

Wasn't that him?

"~~"

He seemed to understand why everyone who entered here had a number. If there were no numbers, the previous prompt would have displayed the occupier as 'Ming.'

Of course, he wasn't afraid of his name being displayed. With a change of clothes, and wrapped up tightly, no one would recognize him. Moreover, he believed that not many people would come to fight him for control of the farm.

But displaying the number 0091, would be a different story, or rather, a disaster. Combined with his precise landing at the farmhouse, well, the rules were really going to great lengths to target him.

...

On the prairie.

Clos stared at the dish she had cooked on the table, occasionally glancing around, but she didn't see that familiar figure. Then, she spotted two 'tree people' in the distance, who had woven a large heart shape with their vines, decorated with colorful little flowers.

Clos turned her head away, looking elsewhere. Damn it, they usually appeared so reserved, she hadn't expected they could get so frisky.

They were at it all day and night, didn't they ever rest?