Apocalypse: System of lotteries



Just as Ming led the puppets out of the tent, everyone in the temple was stunned, backing away in fear. It's not that people are frightening, but rather the three mutant beasts and zombies behind him, two at emperor level and one at a five-star king level!!

For a moment, no one in the temple dared to breathe deeply. At that moment, they felt that it would be better to face the lion-man. After all, that was just one, but in front of them, there were... too many!

"Bro, don't scare the customers~"

Lavia continued to pour water, waving at the trembling man in front of him, "What's there to be afraid of? Those are just my big brother's puppets, they're all very friendly, quickly bring what you have in your hand over!"

"Uh... I..."

The man shakily handed over a bag of supplies and knelt on the ground with a thud, "Please spare me, this is all I have, please don't kill me. I understand the rules, I really want to give you all my things, but I can't use the warehouse, I really can't do anything about it~"

"..."

Lavia squinted, lifting the man's chin with the tip of his knife, "My friend, did I not speak clearly enough? Not sweetly enough?"

Then he gave a low shout, "Get up!"

Whoosh~ The man immediately stood up.

"Take this! We are good people, businessmen, not bandits!"

Lavia stuffed a bottle of water into the man's arms, snatching his supplies with his other hand, and glared at the others, "Next!"

Ming smiled, he had to admit that Lavia was not negligent when doing business - money exchanged hands promptly and goods were delivered swiftly. Their operation could really use a decisive general manager like him.

"Bro~"

Lavia saw Ming and smiled, "Why are you out here again~"

"I'm hungry~"

Ming took out a large pancake from a package on the back of a nearby zombie, biting into it with some dried meat. If he wanted to enter the tent and break the lion-man's defense, the most important thing was to eat his fill. This way, he could prevent himself from being controlled by the chef's skills. He looked at the people around, "Why are there fewer people?"

Lavia said: "After exchanging for water, they all ran away, probably scared by your puppets."

Ming nodded, "It's okay, they'll have to come back to us sooner or later."

After finishing speaking, he took Lopene into the space and threw some food to Raoul and Frank. They are beastmen and they need to eat just like little bears and the others.

The chef and Lopene don't need to eat, they are proper zombies, but they need to replenish their brains. The lion-man's face should be hot, right~

"…"

The people in the temple watched as the two emperor-level beastmen poured cans of food into their mouths one box after another, stuffed in biscuits, and ate dried meat. They were a little afraid... if these two guys weren't full... would they eat people?

Thinking about this, they were even more terrified. Only when they saw that man took the two emperor-level creatures into the tent did they breathe a sigh of relief?

Some of them have already planned to leave the temple after exchanging for water, to find a safe corner to hide. Of course, they have another concern. These two are so powerful, now they are trading at an equal value, who knows if they will make a full sweep?

Lavia watched more and more people leave after exchanging water, but his mood didn't change. Anyway, they will come back. A bottle of water, half of it is pure water processed by me, and the other half is my sad tears, rich in salt. If you drink too much salt, you'll see if you are thirsty, and see if you will come back~

Business, well... It's not about feelings, it's about... skill.

Inside the tent, the ten spirit rings on the chef's two arms have already been used up by half. But of course, the results are quite fruitful. The effect of the lion-man's loss of combat power has already stacked up to more than ten minutes. It... is now just a human-faced punching bag.

[Foodie swallowed the sweet and sour fish from the chef, and glanced at the lion-man, with your looks, you are really something. You are drooling, aren't you? But it's not for you~]

[Your foodie sees you and tells you that it has done a good job. It hasn't let this ugly creature eat anything at all, though it's a bit stuffed. However, it is willing to endure any pain for this family~]

"~~"

Ming picked up the foodie, the stomach of the gluttonous is indeed well-deserved, this little belly is already round.

Roar!!

[Puppet Lopene and Frank charge... attacking alternately from left and right...my steel pipes!]

[Puppet chef presents the big bone in sauce... you intercepted it...]

[...]

"That's enough～enough～ save some spirit rings."

Ming put the chef into the space and placed the round foodie on his shoulder, giving orders to Raoul and Frank to restrain the lion-man from left and right.

He took out a sofa, sat down, and started eating the big bone in sauce, "With your wisdom, you should know what we're going to do... right?"

"Hmph~"

The lion-man sneered, "You blaspheme the gods, you deserve to die! My master will gouge out your eyes as..."

Slap!!

Raoul slapped it across the face, distorting the lion-man's facial features, but the latter still kept laughing, "My master is the great desert god, you will bear his greatest wrath! You can still regret it now, as long as you dig out your friend's heart and offer it to my master, you will become the slave of the master, and you can survive!"

"..."

Ming frowned and spat out a bone. Why does it feel like the guy in front of him... speaks as if it's all pre-set? He has no thoughts of his own, or rather, he has been brainwashed to the point of becoming another concept of a 'puppet'.

But how can he verify this?

"Actually," Ming looked at the lion-man and praised, "you are quite handsome. I think you are the most handsome creature in this world."

"Hmph~"

The lion-man sneered again, "You, a mortal, dare to blaspheme the gods, you will receive…"

Slap!

Ming stood up, swung his right arm, and slapped the lion-man's face with a palm!

"Hmph~"

The lion-man sneered again, "You, an insignificant creature, dare to disrespect the gods…"

"~~"

Ming shook his head, turned around, and put away the sofa. He looked at Raoul and Frank, "Same as usual!"

After saying that, he walked out of the tent. He could confirm now that this lion-man was just a 'puppet' that had been set up, or rather, thoroughly brainwashed. Since he couldn't be bridged, he also lost that last bit of value.

"It's your turn. I'll sell the water~"

Ming took over from Lavia, who entered the tent with a knife. The tent door closed.

"…"

The only ten or so people left in the temple stood silently on the spot, like frightened birds, when they saw him come out.

Ming gave a broad smile, "Don't be so nervous, I'm just doing business~"

"But…"

At this moment, a little girl timidly raised her head, "But…we…we didn't find any supplies."

After she finished speaking, she immediately lowered her head, not daring to look at the smiling face of the man in front of her. He's handsome, and his smile is very charming, but...he's a person who can easily play with an emperor-level zombie, terrifying~

Ming laughed, "So it's because you don't have supplies. Well, that's fine. I can give you a loan, and you can pay in installments~"

"…"

The people looked up and saw his harmless smile. As expected, this guy is a loan shark.

Ming smiled again, "Don't be afraid~ Drink some water first, then we'll talk~"

"…"

The people were stunned. This water? Can...just drink?