Apocalypse: System of lotteries

"No movement?" Ming noted this phrase down.

He was located at the northern boundary of Zone 109 and had been observing the area for the past few days. It still looked the same, with no abnormalities. He planned to check out the regional map tomorrow to see what was going on.

Ming stood up and stretched his limbs. At that moment, a pigeon landed on the rooftop, staying motionless.

[Your froggy friends noticed the pigeon. Da Vinci didn't react since the gray creature was a bit ugly and didn't match its aesthetic...]

[Foodie looked up at you, sticking out its tongue and licking its mouth, wondering if it could eat this time.]

"A messenger pigeon?"

Ming noticed a small piece of paper tied to the pigeon's leg. When he squatted down, the pigeon didn't fly away, instead staring at the big-eyed, four-legged creature walking towards it with its mouth wide open.

"Don't be in a hurry."

Ming tossed Foodie into the pond, then grabbed the pigeon and removed the paper from its leg. Unfolding the note, he read:

[Bro, I'm Alan. This is my new puppet messenger pigeon. Since we picked coconuts together last time, I am more suited for making animals turn into puppets. You were fantastic today. Since this paper has limited space, I'll keep it short: I'll take good care of your giant crab.]

"..."

Ming looked at the note, not knowing what to say. Had Alan gone through all this trouble just for this minor matter?

He then wrote a sentence on the back of the paper, tied it back to the pigeon's leg, and threw the bird into the air with both hands. He was worried whether the pigeon could return on the same path since it was Alan's puppet. Hopefully, it could find its way home.

...

Alan caught the pigeon, took off the paper, and checked the back:

[The giant crab is a gift for you, no need to be polite. You can catch pigeons there, right? Send a few more my way, and I'll raise them for you... remember to pick the fatter ones.]

"..."

When Alan read the first half of the note, his heart pounded with excitement. A king-level puppet was given to him. He was thrilled, touched, and even cried. When he read the second half, he laughed. If you want to eat, say so! He had roasted a pigeon yesterday, and it tasted perfect.

...

In the evening, at Ming's house, located on the northern hill of Zone 109, the aroma of dinner filled the air. Four plump pigeons were stewing in the pot. Ming opened the lid and took a whiff, "Dinner time!"

[Foodie looked at Da Vinci, urging it to eat faster, as Ming was eating all... Foodie looked at you, asking you to slow down... Who competes for food with a frog... Could you tell me if you are serious?]

After dinner, Ming used binoculars to observe the zone's central area, where several bonfires were lit. Those guys really started a bonfire party.

Perhaps most people in the zone were celebrating the end of the first shared boss, and it was customary to relax after being tense. Ming, however, didn't want to go. He wanted to sleep, recover, and prepare for battle the next day. Before sleeping, he checked his gains.

Golden card:

[Exclusive skill: Magician's Tent - Throw a 20-meter diameter, 25-meter high tent towards the designated area, covering all targets within its capacity (humans, zombies, mutated creatures, etc.). Targets within the tent will be silenced, unable to use skills with a certain probability. The tent has durability and a 30-minute cooldown.]

"Has this skill been nerfed?"

Ming looked at the skill description, which had been slightly weakened compared to Caesar, the king-level zombie. The tent area had been reduced, and the cooldown time had increased somewhat. However, the skill was still potent.

Targets inside the tent had a probability of not being able to use skills or magic abilities. Most importantly, this was not a common immobilizing or dizzying skill but more like a tiny separate world. Even if facing targets with massive talents, they could be covered within the tent, making it very strong.

The second orange card:

[Exclusive Magician's Caesar White Gloves]

[Constitution +20]

[Strength +20]

[Agility +40]

[Spirit +10]

[Exclusive attribute: Magician's exclusive increases base agility by 15%]

[Exclusive feature: Magic Hand Speed, the most important thing for a magician is hand speed, and wearing these gloves will increase your speed by 20%]

[Exclusive attribute: Traceless White Gloves; wearing them will not leave any fingerprints or scent on the objects you touch]

"Nice gloves."

Ming took off his current gloves and put on the white gloves. They felt comfortable and relaxed. He took out his lotus knife and swung it, noticing that the speed of his swings and turns was much faster than before.

And there was a purple card:

[Exclusive Magician's Trousers]

[Constitution +15]

[Strength +15]

[Agility +30]

[Spirit +10]

[Exclusive attribute: +3% all attributes]

[Exclusive attribute: Long and Slim Leg Shape; when wearing them, your legs appear longer and slimmer, making you look like you run faster, increasing movement speed by 10%]

"Nice pants."

Ming quickly put on the new trousers and walked around the room. The black trousers, a black crocodile skin jacket, white gloves, and sunglasses gave him a handsome look.

The remaining blue card was a [BOSS Soul Crystal], and the green card was a [BOSS Essence], both of which were unique materials. The last card was a [King-level Blood Token].

The experience he gained today also raised his level to 27, getting closer to level 40.

"It's time to level up~."

Ming lay in his chair, glancing at the sleeping frogs, thinking he needed to save more Blood Tokens. Speaking of which, he didn't see Mike today. Could something have happened to him?

...

At this moment, Mike was hiding in a trash can. After experiencing several mud baths, he was utterly immune to the smell of garbage.

He participated in the Chainsaw Maniac Experience Dungeon the day before yesterday and found it easy. Then, he gathered his courage and entered an individual random dungeon, only to find it surprisingly difficult.

Now, the growling of zombies could be heard outside. He carefully lifted his head to look through the gap in the trash can lid and saw the female zombie dressed as a nurse wandering not far away. She had a pair of glowing blue eyes scanning the surroundings, and in her hand, she held a cold syringe.

"Sunglasses guy, I might be stuck in this copy for the rest of my life."

"If only you could come, we could break through this dungeon."

"I can't do it on my own..."

"..."

Mike gently moved his legs, which had gone numb from squatting, feeling uncomfortable. He glanced at the nurse zombie with the syringe again.

"Once I find the right opportunity, I'll kill you for sure!"

Mike wanted to rush out but was a bit scared of being injected.