Apocalypse: System of lotteries

Ming walked through the ruins, snapped his fingers to summon the psychic giant eagle, and a small sparrow pecked his earlobe.

"Woah, that hurts."

He rubbed his ear before interfering with the summoning, then rubbed his chest with his hand, clearly distressed by the pound of psychic energy stones he had just spent.

He can't figure out why he can't rely on killing to increase proficiency with this [summon giant eagle] skill that consumes 1 pound of spiritual energy stone to raise 1 point of proficiency. He is afraid to think again because his heart hurts, and if his brain hurts too, he will despise himself.

He snapped his fingers again ten minutes later, and a small sparrow landed on his right shoulder and pecked him twice in the ear.

It squeaked as well.

"It hurts way too much!"

Sniff~

Ming walked through the ruins, snapped his fingers to summon the psychic giant eagle, and a small sparrow pecked his earlobe.

"Woah, that hurts."

He rubbed his ear before interfering with the summoning, then rubbed his chest with his hand, clearly distressed by the pound of psychic energy stones he had just spent.

He can't figure out why he can't rely on killing to increase proficiency with this [summon giant eagle] skill, which consumes 1 pound of spiritual energy stone to raise 1 point of proficiency. Then you don't want to, because your heart is already hurting, and your brain is hurting again, which must indicate how much you despise yourself, ah.

He snapped his fingers again ten minutes later, and a small sparrow landed on his right shoulder and pecked him twice in the ear.

"It hurts way too much!"

Sniff~

"What's up, sunglasses man? Why didn't you come to our city's party?"

"You went?"

"No, I didn't go."

"..."

"I was tempted to go see what's going on, but the party had already ended."

"..."

"Hey, I was thinking you would bring some news from the party."

"When I went over, the floor was littered with discarded handwritten flyers; look, I collected them all."

Mike spread a large stack of handwritten leaflets out in front of him.

"The same content, why do you get so many?" asked Ming.

"Hey, I can use it as toilet paper."

"Such paper? Isn't the butt hurting?"

"You'll be fine if you get used to it."

"Well, you keep it ah."

When Ming examined the contents of the paper, he discovered that it was all about inviting people to join and then talking about the third chapter together and fair and just contents, mostly empty words, and not a single substantive content. This demonstrates that they are internal, but also in the early stages of forming a team.

He kneaded the leaflet into a ball and tossed it to Mike, saying, "This might be soft, even though you are don't mind it but you have to be gentle to yourself sometimes."

"..."

Mike tucked the leaflet away: you say I'm too mean to myself; you drill sewers every day, aren't you hard on yourself?"

Mike inquired as the two continued to walk side by side, "What do you expect from the third chapter? I see on the world chat channel that many people believe a natural disaster will occur, that it will rain for ten days and ten nights in a row, that it will be a volcanic eruption. What do you think it will be?"

"I'm not sure." Ming dares not to think too much

[Your froglets, passing by a sewer mouth, lying there looking down, they are sure that you usually go out is here, they are disgusted to leave and continue to travel...]

[Foodie asked Da Vinci, why does Ming like to drill sewers, that stinks too, Da Vinci thought, it told foodie, you grow up to learn to think independently... Foodie rolled his eyes, So, you don't know, right?]

[Foodie looked back at the sewers, ran and crashed a stone slab, and the stone slab smashed into the sewers...it felt beaten by da Vinci, all because of the sewers]

"Ding, your foodie killed ten common mutant earthworms, earning 10+0.5+1+0.25 experience points."

"..."

Those earthworms are so innocent, you guys fight, what does it matter to the earthworms?

But where exactly is that sewer?

Ming climbed to a high point to look, and found it.

"What's the matter?" Mike asked, standing on the highest point and looking around.

He then pointed in the direction and said, "hey, look."

Ming looked in the direction indicated by the other and discovered scattered people walking this way from the east. Their clothes were torn and some dressed in animal skins.

Is it possible...

"By the way, they're dressed like they should be returning to the city from the wilderness."

Mike looked to the side, and some of them found him as well, but everyone kept a certain distance and didn't socialize too much.

"I think we should keep an eye out tonight, and we must guard against it."

Ming looked at these people, a small group of ten or so people who kept a certain distance from each other. In fact, it is understandable given how difficult it is to re-establish trust in today's world.

"I know you're great, but you still have to be careful, and even if the three days can't attack each other, that doesn't mean they can't steal. Ah, don't blame me for thinking too much. I go home first, you go home early."

Mike finished, waved goodbye, and walked away.

"Hmm?"

The man was running fast, and Ming turned to look at him.

So you're gone? Come on, we haven't caught today's fish

In fact, Mike's concern is not without reason; he is not actively considering harming others, and his sense of prevention is quite good.

Honestly, he gets along with Mike, and in a more relaxed state, they are pleasant, but today's fish can depend only on himself.

"It should be in that direction."

Ming leaps down the ruins of the high point, towards the slate-smashed earthworms' sewers.

Is it possible to resurrect an earthworm that has been smashed to pieces?

He rushed over earlier, so it shouldn't be too late to resuscitate them.

Go! Hold on, I'm on my way!

[Froglets bounced into a ruin, hiding in shadows to escape the heat. They think the best way is to be outside in the morning and come home at noon, and the afternoon sun is too poisonous, and sunburned skin will make them sick. Furthermore, they're afraid to tan ... into black frogs.]

[The froglets were lying on the cool slate when foodie noticed an eight-legged guy pulling silk from his ass to weave a net...foodie ran into Da Vinci, look, that guy is playing with shit...]

[Da Vinci slapped foodie, saying so directly, will make it upset ... foodie stared at the spider, you did not hear, right?]

"I'm glad these two nerds can finally be lazy."

After walking home, Ming collected some earthworms. He also met a few people returning from the wild, but all kept a safe distance and hurriedly walked past.

He snapped his fingers, and the sparrow landed on his left shoulder. Before it could peck its ear, he interrupted the skill, and the sparrow vanished.

The skill point was raised to 24 points this afternoon, and his heart also hurts more than 24 times; it's all about money.

[The foodie was intrigued by the spider lying on the web, bumping into Da Vinci and asking what the spider was doing. What's the deal with it not moving at all?]

[Da Vinci spits his tongue out, pulling so much silk out, must be tired... foodie understand, it believes the spider should learn to love itself]

"Go for it, Spider!"