Apocalypse: System of lotteries

"It's a serious problem." Simon stood high up in one of the ruins with a pipe in his mouth and a frown on his face.

"Well, based on today's chat messages on the world channel, the more people they have, the more corpse tide they suffer, and the more capable a single person is." Robert stood by, staring at the injured warriors.

"Have you finished counting?" "How many corpse tides attacked us yesterday?"

There were 3140 zombies and mutated creatures, 51 elite level zombies and mutated creatures, among which several elite monsters are very powerful, and most of these warriors we sacrificed and injured were injured by those elite monsters."

"What about our injuries and losses?"

"There were 6 sacrificed, 17 seriously wounded, 32 lightly injured, and 102 still with full fighting ability. The wounded were hit by their weapons and didn't get the virus, which was fortunate."

"Well~" Simon lifted his hand to take a puff from his pipe, a worried expression on his face.

With so much to lose on the first night, how would he handle the remaining six?

"General, warriors have their own ideas."

"Ideas?"

"They want to spread out?" Simon asked.

"Yes~"

"They're thinking that if the corpse wave is based on numbers and strength, then we'll have a better time spreading out," Robert explained.

"Hmm..."

"Well, then let's try spreading out, in threes, with one wounded in each, and then have the finance divide the gold coins according to the size of the battle," Simon said.

"Yes!" Robert nodded and ran out the door.

Simon sighed softly and wondered if they could ever be reunited if they were scattered like this.

......

The Andrew family.

"Scattered?"

Most people in the manor hall looked at the family head in disbelief.

"I know it's hard, but we lost so many people yesterday that we can't keep going like this!" Andrew pounded the table.

"How about us?"

"Kids, what about them?"

"Yes, I just had a baby, I'm still weak"

"I'm old and a burden, I'm gonna die as well!"

"Oooh~"

There was a long cry at Andrews Manor.

"Alas, if you wanna revitalize the Andrews family, and you won't drag the young people!" Andrew smashed the coffee table and yelled,

"Just now, all the kids, each with a teenager, are leaving, and the rest of the people in this manor are staying to the end!"

"Oooh~"

"Oh my god, my life is so poor."

"Woooo~"

"..."

Maria had a blank expression.

It's obvious that the more people there are, the bigger the corpse tide, but more people doesn't necessarily mean more people who can fight.

The four youths from the same family who died and were injured last night are the best proof of this. "Maria!"

"Whether the Andrew family can still get together in the future depends on you! Go! "Leave right away!"

He said that because he didn't know what would happen after scattering.

"I'll keep my promise, Grandpa!" Maria said with determination.

"Good!" Andrew tapped his granddaughter on the shoulder.

"Master, since we're dispersing, we should also disperse money; otherwise, how can we promote ourselves?"

"Yes! Isn't it impossible to pin all our hopes on a woman?"

"Aren't we just Andrews family members?" The young man began to speak at this point.

"Divide! I'll give you!"

In Andrew's mind, splitting the money has long been a possibility; if he doesn't do it now, the family will fall apart.

Distribution is reasonable, and there's still hope.

At this point, he didn't want Maria to suffer needlessly.

The money was divided a few moments later.

As Maria walked out of the estate, she dragged a 14-year-old boy along. Despite his tears, she didn't slow down.

One by one, they left the manor, leaving behind a hoarse cry.

Standing at the door, Andrew gazed at the stars and the moon, at the faraway young people.

...

Almost all of the world's major organizations were dispersed.

The first night, they were mostly attacked by a tide of corpses.

They could only start with small groups, each with its own vantage point and fighting for itself. Of course, this is due to the uneven distribution of materials and gold, as well as intense internal conflict.

Several organizations didn't disband. They fortified their defenses and are hoping the second night won't be so bad.

Also, there are guilds with everyone running, especially small groups that were just formed on-the-spot, as well as fighting for coins.

They weren't killed by zombies, but by their former teammates....

.....

A square mountain on the outskirts of town is about 70 meters high and has more than a dozen zombie corpses at its base.

He sat in the ruins, binoculars at the ready.

The corpse wave last night terrified him. He hadn't reached level 5, he didn't have career skills, and he thought he was dead. But just 12 zombies joined the tide of corpses. There wasn't even a mutant.

Then the wave of corpses was over.

He suspected it was a fake corpse tide, but today, through the world channel chat, he discovered that the tide of corpses will also become much weaker for the weak.

Gratitude and humiliation mix together.

At the end of the day, even the corpse tide looked down on him.

Doomsday, he's not strong enough.

While looking through binoculars, he spotted a house on a hill far away. He saw a guy fixing the roof with a board.

"That's him!"

"He hasn't died yet!"

"I knew he wouldn't die, he's so powerful!"

Alan seemed excited.

He saw the same guy who'd earlier fought an axe walker on the roof through the binoculars.

Alan had planned to find that person after the first chapter to team up with to kill zombies, but the earthquake ruined everything.

"But I can't go to you any longer."

"Maybe I'm just dragging your feet."

"And I'm not sure whether you're a good guy or a bad guy."

After holding his binoculars, Alan watched as the man looked in his direction.

Hiss~

He wouldn't have found out, would he?

It's so far away

...

Ming clapped, finally the roof was filled, do not be scared of the rain this time.

As he stood up, he felt like someone was watching him.

His eyes scanned the circle, but he couldn't see anything.

Suddenly, he noticed something wrong with a square mountain.

Peeping Tom?

Ming looked up at the sky after staring at it for a while longer.

Swoosh~

A red light flashed.

It's fireworks.

It was a beautiful fireworks display.

The second corpse tide night is about to start, isn't it?

But isn't the trading house still open?

Boom~

Fireworks went off again, and big words appeared.

[Experimenting with fireworks brightness]

"That's fuck!"

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