Apocalypse: System of lotteries

Ming sat on the roof checking the world chat.

In the information he just saw, he confirmed that the corpse tide varies from person to person. As the group size grows, the corpse tide becomes more powerful.

In this view, the rules of the doomsday game are fair.

Last night, he killed hundreds of zombies and one elite mutant creature. Comparing that to someone who had 5 walkers in a night of corpse tide, it was evident.

Aside from that, there were very few zombies during the day.

As a laziness-prone person, Ming is grateful. He doesn't have to kill monsters all day like that upgraded maniac. During the day, there aren't zombies, so his rank shouldn't be surpassed so fast. The only way to gain experience fast is to complete hidden missions.

Afterwards, the world chat channel switched to other topics.

"Hope they drop some equipment tonight, because all they dropped last night was wood and iron."

"You're lucky you dropped construction materials; my side dropped 10 pots of cactus directly; the only thing that comforts me is that the cactus can be used as a weapon."

"Ah, two barley fell right to me, which might predict my future as a grain merchant, but I got lucky yesterday and got a dagger, just right for my stalker job. Do you have shampoo? Hang a bottle cheaper for me, the too-expensive doomsday store."

"Laundry detergent, I'm bathing in it right now."

"It's fine."

"This is the second night of the tide of corpses. Aren't you all nervous? Aren't you afraid of death?"

"Having been in this time, regardless of if you're afraid of dying or not, you're going to die. If you figure out these things, you'll be as happy as I am."

" Anyway, I'm weak. Only one zombie last night."

"You're fucking weak, level 1 isn't even?"

"..."

Ming looked at the global chat.

Almost all of the items dropped by everyone who killed zombies, like him, were materials. The rate of equipment drops was way lower. It should be the second chapter's rules.

World chat was buzzing again.

"You guys should check out the trading house's hanging auction. All the major organizations are selling supplies."

"Are they really insane? What are they doing right now?"

"Nobody knows."

"No surprises, I'll tell you, our guild was disbanded temporarily, so they're selling supplies and sharing the revenue, since it almost ended in a fight, and who doesn't want more? OK, okay, I also fought hard! I only split 50 gold coins in the end, fuck!"

"So why did you guys temporarily disband?"

"Yesterday was the first day of the corpse tide, and we lost a lot of people. You solo travelers can't imagine the corpse tide at guild level!"

"..."

As Ming looked through the world chat window, he noticed that the major organizations had split too fast. In the wake of the seven-day corpse tide, people scatter and then reunite when they are ready, but the gathering depends on the people.

By now, he was hungry.

Anyhow, the trading house is still open, and the corpse tide has a little bit of time.

For tonight's dinner of frozen dumplings, he grabbed a stainless steel cooking pot from the brain domain warehouse, started a fire, and boiled water. The dumplings were frozen when he first put them in brain storage. When he took them out, they were still frozen. In other words, the state of income is what it is after it has been taken out.

It won't perish so you can stock up on food. It's great that similar items can be stored in his brain warehouses.

While he made the dumplings, the doomsday trading house was closed.

[Channel-wide broadcast, congratulating survivor Ming for getting the nickname "Money Makes Money" for rising to the top of the wealth list]

"Are you serious?"

Ming ate the dumpling.

Look at how yummy this dumpling smells.

This title surprised him. Originally, he planned to make money, then do the first, but he never expected to get that title without doing anything.

That's awesome!

"Today's dumpling is really fragrant."

On the wealth list, he was way ahead.

[List of Doomsday Wealth]

[1 - Ming - Doomsday Gold Coins 3013]

[2-**2341-Doomsday Gold Coins 2572]

[3 - Jack AAA Loris - Doomsday Gold Coins 2301]

[4- James- Special Warfare II- Doomsday Gold Coins 1999]

[5-**jack- Doomsday Gold Coins 1833]

[6-Siberian Kodrodsky - Doomsday Gold Coins 1800]

[7-**9527- - Doomsday Gold Coins 1632]

[8-** Guild.BFB.Odin - Doomsday Gold Coins 1600]

[9-Jay-Special War II - Doomsday Gold Coins 1500]

[10-**9830- - Doomsday Gold Coins 1499]

"..."

"What I'm saying is Ming is unquestionably the wealthiest."

"There's no way he'll be the first if those guilds don't split up."

"People are lucky, you're not lucky, it's that simple."

"Congratulations, Ming, on making the double list!"

[Channel-wide broadcast, congrats to survivor MING on making the double list and getting the Double Happiness title]

[...]

"Oh my gosh, another unique title!"

"What's the point of this special title?"

"Only Ming knows about this."

"Can you tell us about it, Ming?"

"..."

Taking a look at the title, Ming clicked it.

[Double happiness: First rank, wealth list title, kill zombies (mutants), gold +1, experience +1.]

"OMG!"

As long as he didn't get lazy, he would always be first on the list.

[All channel broadcast: congratulate survivor Ming for achieving first place on the double list; as a reward, lone rangers receive the (Fake Double Happiness BUFF), physical strength recovery lasts 6 hours, strength doubled for 6 hours]

"..."

Ming looked at the new (Fake Double Happiness) BUFF.

Is it true?

A cheer erupted in the world chat channel after a moment of silence.

Ming is the pride of the lone wanderer, right?"

'Thanks to Ming, I'll make it through tonight.'

"Wow, I'm crying!"

"..."

From the sky, a golden pillar of light descended.

A golden light also reached the ming on the roof.

Swoosh~

Red light burst into the sky.

The fireworks spread out and formed several large letters

[Corpse tide coming!]

Boom!

Once again, smoke and fire erupted.

[It's not a test!]

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