Apocalypse: System of lotteries



"Successful persuasion, never betray~"

ming couldn't help but be impressed, such an ability was truly powerful. Moreover, Napoleon's persuasion talent had no limit on how many it could seduce - meaning it could gain unlimited followers. 

This... is really practical!

An hour later.

[Your Napoleon looks at you, "Ming, I know the poison on your hands is your special ability, which is indeed cool. But have you ever thought that using it on your closest froglets is a bit too much? Does it make you a little sad inside? Don't laugh, I'm seriously discussing this with you~ Still laughing...your laugh is quite nice though~ Such a charming smile must attract many girls to like you~  Ming, do you want to follow me around the world to pick up girls? Let's conquer the world~"]

[Your Napoleon, seeing that you are unmoved, decides to switch tactics and turns around, running face-to-face into Merlin. The two froglets stare at each other... Napoleon tells Merlin, "Don't look at me like that, I know you're infatuated with me, but my heart belongs to the world~"]

[Your Merlin pat Napoleon... Napoleon falls to the ground foaming at the mouth, lamenting before fainting, "I harbored great ambitions but didn't even manage to take a step out of the house. You guys!"]

"~~"

Ming picks up Merlin and places him in the hollow of his collarbone, looking at the foaming Napoleon on the ground, shaking his head helplessly. He had thought that Napoleon would be a being that surpassed even Da Vinci, but it seems he's not even up to par with Foodie.

The main thing is that the "Orator" talent, which Napoleon has, doesn't seem to be manifesting itself~

Right, Napoleon still needs more practice with his duping techniques.

Sniff sniff~

The scent of the soil... it's Alan's scent.

Ming looks up to see a giant black hawk carrying two people descending from the sky. After landing, the giant hawk crouches next to Alan, looking very tame.

"A new one?"

Ming extends his hand, rubbing the bird's head.

"Hmm~"

Alan brushes Ming's hand away indifferently: "This bird I don't lend out, you better give up the idea~ What's wrong with this frog of yours? Why is it foaming at the mouth so much?"

Ming says casually: "It's also newly acquired, and it's not used to its new environment yet~ Some abnormal reactions are very normal~"

"Eh..."

Alan was surprised, this was the first time he'd heard of frogs getting acclimation sickness. 

David squats on the ground, just about to poke Napoleon with his finger, but suddenly remembers this is the boss's pet. More importantly, the frog is still foaming at the mouth... can't touch~ can't touch~

Ming gives a generous smile, "If you want to touch, just touch~ what are you afraid of~"

"No, I don't have money recently, let's forget it~"

David gets up. After the joke, he puts away his smile and says: "The price on the 807 sides has been negotiated, and there are some details that need to be discussed with you~"

Ming nods, "Hmm~ let's go, let's have lunch at Mike's house, we can talk while eating."

At this moment, Mike, who has just stepped onto the rooftop, stops moving, looking at the three, "You guys... don't need to ask for my opinion now, do you?"

Half an hour later.

[Your Napoleon rolls over and after waking up for a while, finds that you are not at home. He decides to prepare to go out for a trip, preparing for the conquest of the world. He is very clear that conquering the world requires an army. He plans to find a 'messenger' first. He looks at the snail lying on the aquatic plants and decisively looks for the next target~]

[Your Napoleon goes downstairs to the yard and sees Little squirrel gnawing at a walnut. He pats the squirrel and asks, "Friend, do you have stars and seas in your heart?"... The squirrel glances at Napoleon, clutching the walnut and dashing up a tree. It bites open the walnut and eats the kernel, then throws the shell at Napoleon, while squeaking loudly, "Hey! Where did you come from~"]I think you should take a look at

"~~" 

Ming takes out braised beef, luncheon meat, boiled peanuts, and bagged sauerkraut and hands them to the snake woman. She's surprised when she sees the sauerkraut, "This is good stuff, I'll make you some sauerkraut pies~"

"That sounds great~"

At this moment, Hawkins walks into the courtyard on the hillside, taking out half a bag of flour, "My flour is best for making pies~"

Mike is chopping wood with a big knife. He wipes his sweat and says, "We're running low on supplies, we need to hoard more."

Hawkins nods, "Indeed～we at 109 is doing quite well. Those who don't want to fight and kill all have jobs in our company. We don't have to worry about food and drink for the time being, but our food reserves are mostly fish. We still need to maintain a balanced diet."

"The most valuable thing now is food, which is not easy to get."

He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag, looking at Ming, "Boss, according to information from Christina at 402, most of the survivor zones worldwide are concentrated along the coast, which means the inland areas are all covered in fog. Cataclysms and randomly assigned zones should all be concentrated inland. We've experienced cataclysms and can confirm that these zones contain supplies. I'm thinking that instead of waiting to be teleported, we might as well take the initiative! Change our current passive state."

"Hmm..." Ming sawed wood chunks and tossed them to Mike after finishing. 

He had some understanding of what David had just said. The newly hired geographer Walker had told him about this. As for venturing deep into the fog, it is his primary plan. Whether for living supplies or exploring the secrets deep in the fog, taking the initiative is something that needs to be done.

"We need to be stronger so that when we encounter danger, we can all come out alive."

"Understood~" Everyone nods.

[Your Napoleon reconciles with the squirrel. He tells the squirrel, "As the saying goes, no acquaintance without fighting. Your teeth are so sharp, you should use them for something serious... The squirrel stares at Napoleon, you want to use my incisors as a knife? No way, I'd starve without teeth~"]

[Your Napoleon, helpless, turns around. He decides to give up on the squirrel, with such a brain around, the difficulty of conquering the world +1... Napoleon glances at Little Gray and Little Bill nearby and quietly walks past them. Rodents, all the same~]

"How is 402 thinking?"

David flicks away some ash, "The leader of 402, Punicov, doesn't want to venture into the fog at the moment because he doesn't want to lose more people and he doesn't want to risk everyone."

Ming puts away the electric saw and nods, "Hmm, that's understandable."

Alan, who hasn't spoken for a while, holding his big white rooster, says: "But if we don't take the initiative, we might get played to death~"

[Your Napoleon stands in front of a spider that is as big as an adult bull. He is very happy, this is what a capable assistant should look like. He asks the spider, "Now you have a chance to spread your web all over the world, do you want it?"]

[Your Napoleon is pushed aside by the spider's foreleg and receives a cold look from the spider, "You want to work me to death and inherit my web? No way~"]

"~~"

Ming thought that Napoleon would be really deceptive, but after receiving the chat messages, he feels there is quite a bit of suspense. It seems that on the path of deception, it still has a long way to go~

At this moment, three women walk out with trays, "Come, eat some pies~"

"Great~ time for pies~"

"Is there any garlic?"

"I have a hot sauce here~"

"You're mistaken! That's ketchup!"

"So delicious~"