Apocalypse: System of lotteries



"I've been poor lately, no money to lend you, okay."

Ming replied, strolling past David, wanting to kill the idea of borrowing money first. He wasn't afraid of lending money. but David never made money from a legitimate business, just like Lopene, who never succeeded in investment.

He firmly believed that David was the kind of guy who thrived in schemes rather than legitimate businesses.

"~"

David stood there for a moment, surprised, before retorting, "Don't worry, I'm not short of money right now."

Ming laughed, "Did you put together another con?"

"No, no, Boss," David defended earnestly, "What we do is called labor income. You have to understand, while you're sleeping, we're creating and modifying. While you're enjoying nature, we're still creating and modifying. When other people are falling in love, guess what, we're still creating and modifying."

"~"

On second thought, Ming couldn't help but find amusement in David's argument. , but why did you replace "we" with "others" in your last sentence?

Ming continued walking forward, nodding and greeting the passing people on both sides and said to the person next to him: "Your sudden appearance should not be to show off to me that you work day and night and have a good body, right?"

"Hmm, let's talk business."

David put away his smile, "According to our investigation, none of the people who entered the marked area in the 908 disaster area came out alive, and that disaster did not disappear. It seems to be still selecting people from 908."

Saying this, he also nodded to the people coming and going, and continued: "I am wondering, when the disaster comes to the 109 area, how should we choose."

Ming nodded and touched his nose tip, this is also what he has been thinking about, he hesitated and said: "There are still 4 days before the next disaster. We need to find out more relevant information. Let's share information when we meet in 2 days, and then make a decision."

"Okay."

"Agreed," David responded, then grinned, "Bro, I have another fresh idea..."

Ming waved his hand, "You should go do the work of delivering warmth in groups. I will do the legitimate business."

"Suit yourself," David shrugged, "You're missing out on another opportunity. I have to go now, my wife's prepared dinner. Ah, the perks of having a wife."

With a final wave, David ambled away.

"~"

Ming watched him leave, shaking his head in amusement, damn~

A few moments later, he arrived at Alan's doorstep to find the man despondently staring at a four-legged centipede.

Ming walked up to him, patting his shoulder, and said, "Don't be sad. Combat damage is inevitable. Even though it only has four legs left, look at how strong it is. It's still trying to stand up."

"…"

Alan glanced at the giant scorpion next to him that had not changed at all, sighed, and after eating so many of the centipede's legs, it could at least have sprouted one extra to compensate.

"It's rather peculiar, your centipede," Ming commented, taking a seat in the yard. He plucked an apple from the table, biting into it, "Only two legs on each side, very symmetrical. If one didn't know better, it could be mistaken for a dragon. Seems like you've made a profit."

"…"

With a sigh, Alan gently patted the head of his centipede, expressing his regret. He then turned his attention back to Ming, "What about my bird?"

"Today is your lucky day. I borrowed one, but I'm returning four" 

"…"

Alan understood Ming's ominous tone, as long as the boss is generous once, there must be casualties.

After a while, Ming unzipped his backpack, "Look, aren't they lively?"

Alan looked at the four creatures in front of him, a dull quail, a depressed sparrow, a sickly crow, and a drowsy white rooster.

So spirited, how long do they have to be kept in a backpack to get them so spirited?

"Alright, I've returned what I borrowed, I'm leaving now."

After finishing speaking, Ming picked up his backpack and left. He was too busy before and forgot about these four guys in his backpack. Fortunately, they were all still alive.

"~"

Alan tapped the quail with his finger, successfully bridging.

He patted the sparrow, successfully bridging.

He touched the crow, successfully bridging.

He grabbed the neck of the rooster, successfully bridging.

"-a-doodle-doo!!"

At this moment, the big white rooster leaped up and directly attacked the four-legged centipede that was a hundred times taller than it. It spread its wings and flew high, landing on the head of the centipede. The latter curled up, without any desire to resist, only to see the rooster pecking at the centipede's head with its sharp beak, causing fine cracks in the latter's head armor.

Alan, taken aback, watched the scene unfold. He looked at the retreating figure of the man and tears welled up in his eyes out of gratitude.

"Thank you, Boss," Alan murmured, "for the divine rooster."

...

Returning home, Ming shared a big bear hug with the little bear.

"Cough, cough~"

He felt okay, just a little bit suffocated, but the other party's fur was still so soft.

[Your Da Vinci and Foodie, feeling trapped in your pocket, are in desperate need of some space. Ming, if you don't let the little bear let go, we'll suffocate~]

[Da Vinci jumped out of the pocket, go for his butterfly, let me listen to your heartbeat... Foodie ran to the roof, and jumped into the pond, looking at the koi that has grown a bit larger, darling, why did you grow so much beard?]

"~"

Grown a beard? A mutation, perhaps?

At night.

Ming sat on the roof, with the little squirrel, Little Grey, and Little Bill squatting next to him. They watched the colorful living area in the distance together. The former got up and went to the little bear, leaning on its belly ready to sleep. The three lonely mice looked at each other, silently huddled together, and fell asleep.

"~"

They looked a bit miserable, like miserable brothers.

"This smoke?"

At this time, he held a cigarette case in his hand, with 2 intact cigarettes remaining inside. He didn't have much use for this kind of stuff, he might as well keep it. What if he needed it?

After putting it away, he started repairing the  Samurai and then started to sleep with emotions brewing.

[Ding~ Triggering the Money Makes Money effect~]

[Ding~ Triggering the Broken Bowl Treasure Gathering effect~]

"~"

Ming checked the items collected from the broken bowl:

[A dusty letter]

He picked up the letter, the handwritten text on it was very neat, it should be a girl's, reading:

[Dear Janic, I think you misunderstood. I just wanted to help you that day, absolutely not what you think. Perhaps, indeed many misunderstandings have given you such a wrong impression. I think the best ending for our relationship is to stay at the level of classmates. I hope you can understand me, don't reply.]

"~"

The text at the bottom of the letter was strikingly different from the main text, with written: [ok].

"Why does this seem familiar?"

Ming took out the damaged diary and compared it to this "ok" ... it's from the same person?!

"This... is a bit strange~"

"Sketchbook?"

Ming immediately took out "Guide to the Cthulhu World", flipped to the last page, and looked at the signature:

[Janic]

"..."

Ming touched his nose, leaned into the little bear's arms, and closed his eyes.