Apocalypse: System of lotteries

Who says I'm a good guy?

"..."

Nick was taken aback.

He collected all the cards, leaving none behind.

Ruthless!

Hey, bro

"You've got the orange cards, you're a good person, but the other stuff...look...can you share it with us?" Nick leapt up from the ground and trotted over.

"Nah," Ming said waving his hand.

As a very honest person, you agreed that all the cards that fell out would be mine; giving them to you wouldn't be honest, would it? Do you enjoy dealing with dishonest people?"

"..."

Nick didn't know what to say when he heard this. You say it's too damn irrefutable.

"Pay here!" Ming replied, "100 gold doomsday coins.".

"Bro, still no free trade, eh? Money cannot give you, ah?"

Do you have an orange card but still want money?

"I've already thought about it," Ming said. "You'll give me the corpse tide tomorrow night."

"Well, this is..."

Honestly, Nick's a bit annoying; sharing these experiences with two women is already a bit inadequate, plus a person, what else is there?

"Bro, you gotta hang something tomorrow and hit the trading house, right?" After a brief pause, he said.

"Do you think it's okay if I give you 5 more gold coins?"

"No~"

"Let me get one thing straight: I don't do good things for money," he says.

"..."

Oh, just help before talking about reward, don't you? Is it not for the money that you want our tomorrow's tide of corpses?

"You pay now or I'll come tomorrow...no, I'll come to my own corpse tide."

"Sorry, I can't pay right now."

"Do you just want to break the contract?" Ming asked.

After Nick saw the other party raise the axe, he nodded, "Don't come after tomorrow, others will wait for your help."

"Don't worry, there will still be elite monsters tomorrow."

"..."

You're just taking advantage of us.

"Hey, I'm leaving. See you guys tomorrow night."

Taking the centipede corpse into the warehouse, he ran down the mountain. So fast, he vanished into the ruins of the night.

"What the heck?"

Nick sat directly on the ground, the man did not even leave a body behind.

This is too much!

"What a handsome man!"

"Yes, shamelessly more attractive!"

The two women looked in the direction the man vanished from at the bottom of the hill with flowery fascination.

"You guys?" Nick was so enraged he couldn't talk.

" What's the problem? Did you fall in love so quickly?"

...

Ming is happy he finally found a way to make money, but it's a bit risky if he encounter too powerful zombies or get accidentally killed by someone. He needs to find an alternative way to make money.

...

On the bus's roof, Mike saw an orange glow in the distance and was filled with envy.

Orange is the best.

So far, the best thing he's dropped out is only a green quality.

"The color should only appear when a Lord level is killed."

On the roof couch of the bus, Mike sits down. It's the best spot he's found since he became a solo traveler. He leans against the earth rift, not afraid of zombie sneak attacks. He added a rope to the bus so he could drop vertically into the big rift.

During the day, he dug a hole on a platform on the cliff of the crack; this would be his permanent shelter.

He saw a figure coming from a distance and quickly picked up a wooden shield to protect himself. As the figure approached, he recognized it as a man.

"Can I help you tomorrow, Bro?"

"No thanks needed...thanks for your generosity."

Mike is perplexed. Also, real people have in the doomsday as rotten good guys. You are a "good" guy. You split my experience and gold!

You've got a good man's mask on, right?

Isn't this a ruse?

"Not necessary?"

"Alright, well, just by the way, if I pass by your place tomorrow, it's okay if I kill a few zombies, right?" said the man in black.

"..."

Mike's heart is breaking, fucking you today, I lost half my money and experience.

Mike is furious, but considering the other party's attire, as well as a long spear and a large axe, as well as an end crossbow, and a metal shield, he thinks it's wise not to fight.

If this man kills him, what should he do?

Clearly, he wants to be a monster-killing maniac.

"Hey bro, I want to get to level 5 tomorrow so I can change jobs. How about coming tomorrow, then don't come back, okay? Solo travelers don't make things hard for other solo travelers, right? As Ming said,"

"Ooh, this..."

In the world chat, he never said anything, Ming wondered.

Mike said that since the person in front of him fell silent when he heard Ming's name, he should worship Ming too, and he also said, "Ming said good people are never an enthusiastic man."

" Wait, what?"

Heh, he met a guy who could pretend even better than he can.

"Have you heard one thing from Ming?"

"What else did he say?"

Mike was taken aback.

Is this guy familiar with Ming?

"What's yours is mine, and what's mine is still mine."

"Hey bro, next time there's a tide of corpses, you can be a good person, but not in the future, okay?"

If he refuses, this guy will have to be a good guy every day, and he'll lose money and experience.

"Ugh, it's so hard to be a good person these days. No one understands," Ming sighed and walked away.

Mike sat alone on the roof of the bus.

Is there a mistake? He frowned, he didn't get that he didn't want help.

Avoiding bothering others is wrong, right?

Mike suddenly had no idea what was wrong with the world. He didn't adapt, or did other people adapt too quickly?

With such a question in mind, Mike leaning back on the roof of the car and watching the fireworks explode in the sky.

[The tide of corpses is over!]

[Your Da Vinci watched the fireworks in the sky, anticipating your early return; where did you end up running off to play, and why aren't you letting the froglets worry?]