Apocalypse: System of lotteries

At noon, under the bright sun, at the southern border of the 1521 district instance.

After Ming connected Lucky Zombie Paul to the bridge, he spent 10 minutes teaching him how to drive. Ming hid with Little Bear, Jenna, and Annie at a safe distance.

Ming squatted among the ruins, with only his eyes exposed, watching the distance. He raised his arm and made a gesture. A breeze blew down the silent road... Paul, sitting in the car, turned the key...

The atmosphere was tense.

"Please don't explode!"

Ming clenched his fists, feeling nervous. If it exploded, it would mean 10,000 gold coins and spirit energy resources would be wasted.

The street remained calm.

"It didn't explode~"

"Nice~"


With a soft hiss, the car engine started, the wheels slowly turned, and the car moved forward, crushing a fallen zombie beneath it...

Ding~ Gained 20 experience points, but no gold coins, as the zombie had already given all it had to the man in the crocodile leather hooded jacket.

The car gradually sped up...

"It didn't explode!" Ming rolled over and lay on the ground, the experiment was a success!

10 minutes later, Ming thanked Paul, who had gotten out of the car, saying that his bravery would forever be remembered.

"Give me your money." Ming handed out the prescription. After all, he had taught Paul to drive, so he needed to collect tuition fees.

After receiving the money, whoosh~ a crossbow bolt pierced through Paul's skull, congratulating him on his successful graduation.

Ming took out the disinfectant spray he had bought in the apocalyptic store before and thoroughly disinfected the interior of the car. After ventilating, he finally opened the car door and sat in the driver's seat.
From the experiment just now, driving wouldn't cause any issues. According to the skill usage instructions, only his phone could trigger the car bomb, and external forces wouldn't affect it.

No need to refuel or maintain, it was a great car! No wonder this skill cost so much money; the reason might be right here.

Now that he was sure the bomb wouldn't explode due to driving, the next test was to see if the car was sturdy enough.

"Little Bear, get in the car." Ming gestured to Little Bear for a while. After a few days of getting used to each other, he was sure that communicating with Little Bear through gestures and eye contact was entirely feasible.

Creak! The tires held on, just a bit deformed...

"Ah, this..."

Ming felt a bit disappointed. He originally thought that the car summoned by spirit energy would never be damaged, but it turned out to be not as sturdy as he thought.

"I get it now! The focus of the car bomb is the bomb, not the car."

"Well, let's make do with it."

"At least it didn't fall apart when Little Bear sat on it."

Ming sat in the driver's seat and started adjusting the seat height and distance. This was the first time he had touched a car since he got his driver's license a year ago, and he felt an indescribable joy.

"As for you two..." Ming looked at Annie and Jenna outside the car, "Follow behind and run, it's good for you to exercise and train your bodies~"

Fasten the seatbelt... Check the gear... Turn the key... Start the engine... Grip the steering wheel tightly... Move forward...

Vroom! The black truck accelerated, stirring up a cloud of dust. Annie and Jenna, following behind, tasted the perfect combination of nature and exhaust fumes...

"Driving feels so good~" Ming looked at the broken scenery on the streets through the car window. Although the hustle and bustle of the past were gone and weeds had grown along the roadside, the feeling of not having to wait for traffic lights was great. He could drive recklessly without worrying about getting fined and could stop wherever he wanted.

Beep beep~ Ming slowed down and honked twice. More than a dozen zombies rushed out from the ruins on both sides of the street, baring their teeth and brandishing various weapons.

"Annie, Jenna, get ready for the 100-meter sprint!" Ming shouted while looking in the rearview mirror and stepped on the gas...

Behind the car, Annie carried Jenna with difficulty, followed by a group of zombies. Little Bear sat in the truck, feeling a bit squeezed, and licked some honey from the large glass jar...

[Your frog kids, wandering around the streets with 'Arsenal', were ready to return to their temporary home and introduce 'Arsenal' to their family members. They saw a car speeding by not far away... The frogs looked at each other, "We have a car now..."]

[Your foodie told 'Arsenal', "That handsome driver is your future master. Now you know I didn't lie to you, Ming is very rich... The one sitting in the back is Sister Bear..." Foodie's eyes widened, "Such a big jar of honey must be very satisfying. Ming is so biased..."

[Your Da Vinci told 'Arsenal', "You see, enjoying such treatment is because of making great contributions to the family. In the future, you should grow more bone spurs, and your family status will gradually improve..."

"nice day!" Ming was overjoyed while driving. Today's harvest was quite significant: a car, a pig, and a bunch of zombies. He could start harvesting once he lured some more.

...

[All-channel broadcast, dear survivor friends, welcome to the noon news report. First news, recently the Antarctic and Arctic glaciers have begun to melt at an accelerated rate;

Second news, a tropical storm from the Pacific is forming 200 miles north of Australia, temporarily named "Harmony", heading towards the east coast of Australia. A warm reminder for survivors in all districts living there to prepare for disaster prevention;

Third news, most districts around the world are undergoing a massive population migration. We hope they can complete it before the next sharing. This rule encourages the migration plan and specifically opens designated areas for teleportation for 2 days, each time costing 4000 gold coins to combat speculators.]

"..."

"Glaciers melting? Are they giving us a hint?"

"Before the apocalypse, they said the two-level glacier melting every year, and our coastal areas are still there. Just listen to this kind of thing and forget it."

"They actually encourage migration? Have the game rules become kind?"

"Not good!"

"Everyone, the guy upstairs is my friend. He has just been suspended from using the World chat channel for 48 hours. These rules are really..."

"..."

[Breaking news, 1, Ming is still working on a hidden mission, and there is no substantial progress;

2, Da*****, has completed the sixth gene mutation and has become stronger. We hope that everyone can learn from him humbly;

3, a two-star Emperor-level BOSS has descended somewhere in the world, and we hope everyone will actively search and kill it. There are many rewards.]

"..."

"I don't understand the game rules anymore. What the hell does this mean?"

"Da***** is that murderer, right? Is he still alive? How do the people in his district get along with him?"

"Is anyone in the same district as him? Share some of his news, please. Did he take control of their district by himself?"

"It's very likely."