At night, Ming leaned against the already sleeping little bear's belly, which was warm and soft. He glanced at the two frogs and the squirrel sleeping soundly on the bear's paw looked up at the half-moon and felt very cozy.
He opened the chat channel to see if there were any recent news.
"Not only did District 109 get a symbolic item, but our district also got one. This is enough to prove that it's not just the first kill that gets it; it's all about random luck."
"That's good. If it's only the first kill that gets it, districts like ours would never get anything."
"But one thing is for sure, the probability of getting a symbolic item is the highest for the first kill."
"That's just stating the obvious. If the probability isn't high, what's the point of getting the first kill? District 109 has already achieved three first kills. How are they so strong?"
"It's because they have Gutman."
"..."
Ming felt that the ongoing conversations didn't have much educational value. He then scrolled through the chat logs and finally found so content that caught his attention.
"I have sothing to tell you guys. Our district encountered a new type of zombie that seems to have rged with so kind of mutated animal genes. It's stronger than any previous bosses! Thankfully, our Well City was already built, so there were not many casualties. You all must be careful."
"My friend's district also encountered what you're talking about. Now everyone is calling them the second-generation alien zombies. They're indeed very powerful!"
"Our district hasn't encountered them yet. Hopefully, we never will."
"..."
"Second-generation alien zombies." Ming touched his nose tip. Was this also part of the Chapter 3 update? It seed that he would have to be more careful in the future.
After not seeing any other useful ssages, he closed the chat channel and then opened the Doomsday Store, preparing to auction off the "Beggar's Broken Bowl" and "Give a Dollar."
Before auctioning, he hesitated for a mont. After all, this was also a money-making set. Then, he checked the skill description again:
[Exclusive Skill: Give a Dollar. Actively used on the target, with a chance to trigger the target's compassion, resulting in receiving 1 gold coin. It requires the exclusive Beggar's Broken Bowl to be used simultaneously, consuming 10 points of ntal energy and 1 point of physical energy, with a cooldown ti of 1 minute.]
"Actively used on the target?" Ming stood up and paced back and forth on the rooftop.
[Your frogs opened their eyes, watching you pacing back and forth on the rooftop. Foodie asked Da Vinci if Ming was thinking about a problem.]
[Your Da Vinci told Foodie that a person who doesn't sleep deep into the night and keeps thinking must be lonely. Foodie nodded, knowing the reason why it couldn't sleep... It lowered its head to look at Da Vinci...]
[Da Vinci patted Foodie, "I'm not lonely at all, stay away from ..."]
Ding~ An idea struck him.
"The target doesn't have to be a person, it can be a zombie!"
Ming slapped his forehead. That's right! this is a forced skill, When asking for money, the zombie will definitely pause briefly, probably considering whether to give the money or not.
This... A brief pause would give him a ti gap! Even if it's just 0.5 seconds, he could do a lot of things during that ti. He can't sell this...
Keep it for now, and when he's wealthy, use an identification scroll to identify the Broken Bowl. By the way, the Broken Bowl is an equipnt piece, so it can add so attributes.
Ding~ An idea struck him.
Ming rubbed his hands together. The setting of this broken bowl was interesting. Normally speaking, it was neither a clothing equipnt nor a weapon category, it could be an equipnt piece that could stack attributes.
It could be said that equipnt that can stack attributes is good equipnt, such as his own five big rings...
Damn, it~ Thinking about it this way, this broken bowl... seed like a treasure, and he wouldn't sell it~
Ming put away the broken bowl and the begging skill card once again. After all, the exclusive skill could only exert its maximum effect in his hands.
[Foodie looked at you and licked Da Vinci, "Why is Ming frowning and laughing from ti to ti, and patting and hitting himself?"]
[Da Vinci closed his eyes and told Foodie, "Lonely people will always find ways to comfort themselves, don't worry too much, we just need to do what frog babies should do..."]
[Your Foodie pondered and licked Da Vinci again, "We should find a serious person for Ming..." Da Vinci still kept his eyes closed, "Ming doesn't appreciate serious people..." Foodie understood that this ant Ming wasn't serious either...]
"Really~" Ming turned around and walked towards the two frogs, picking them up and kneading them in his hands.
[Your frog babies closed their eyes silently, enjoying Ming's exclusive massage technique, "Be gentle, you're about to squeeze our dinner out..."]
...
In the morning, Mike and the little snake girl held hands, tapped the regional map, and a white light descended, disappearing from their small courtyard.
Originally, they had arranged to go with Alan, but last night, Alan and other puppet masters in the region began random area map teleportation, officially starting the rger plan with District 31.
The plan was simple. District 109 would first bridge the puppet masters of District 31, and after verifying whether they could beco residents of District 109, they would officially implent the mass migration plan. The verification thod was straightforward: when the puppet masters from District 31 arrived in District 109, they would remove the puppet bridge, and then use the regional map teleportation and return scroll.
If they landed in District 109, it ant the process was successful. In this case, the puppet masters of the two districts would use nearly three days to complete the migration of everyone from District 31.
...
Ming opened his sleepy eyes and found that most of the mountaintop was once again covered with spider webs. The "new ho" was built really quickly.
While washing up, he glanced at the little bear sleeping soundly, feeling both happy and a little worried. The bear ate too much, and the pressure for food was imnse. Relying solely on luck in regional maps wasn't a long-term solution.
"Right, my potatoes and corn."
Ming spat out his mouthwash, wiped his face with a towel, and went to the dark corner of the first floor where he found that the two potatoes had already sprouted.
Ming took out his notebook and looked for the potato planting thod that Eric had talked about in the bat cave.
He crushed so of the dung, went to the cropland, sprinkled a layer of wood ash, placed the potato chunks, and then covered them with a layer of good soil...
Ming clapped his hands, all done. He hoped the potatoes would grow well and took the opportunity to thank the rabbit for its dung while throwing it so grass.
As he turned around, he saw a few small green seedlings growing in the soil nearby. He recognized them as corn seedlings. Indeed, good soil really made a difference. He hoped they would grow faster.
Ming went to the roof, scooped a few ladles of water from the frog pond, and sprinkled it on the serious farmland. The pond water would slowly recover anyway, so a few ladles wouldn't matter.
Taking advantage of the little bear's sleep, Ming gently lifted the two frogs from the bear's paw and put them into his pocket. He then walked down the stairs lightly and erected wooden signs in the four directions on the mountaintop:
[There's a bear at ho, please stay away]
[Warning: No compensation for injury or death]
After making sure that everyone could read the words, Ming finally opened the regional map... A white light descended... and he disappeared from his original spot.
Sniff sniff~
The scent of grass, rivers, and trees~
Ming looked at the scene before him, a happy smile on his face. It was such a beautiful place with clear mountains and rivers. He patted Da Vinci's head and handed Foodie so sweet and sour fish, "Co on, it's ti to get to work!"
[Your Da Vinci landed on the ground, excited to finally be out playing again. It noticed a large area of colorful flowers not far away and thought there might be other butterflies there. Da Vinci hopped towards the distant flowerbed, thinking it should find a sister for the little butterfly...]
[Foodie followed closely, ready to bring so little trinkets for the koi and see if there was anything delicious here. "Hey, wait for ...]
"Such a lovely place~"
Ming breathed in the air filled with floral fragrance, looking around carefully. The trees were all ordinary trees.
Just so grass?
It's fodder grass! So much fodder grass!
Ming was overjoyed and crouched down to start pulling grass and collecting it. This ti, rabbits would have plenty to eat.
[Your Da Vinci dashed into the bushes and saw a colorful butterfly. He thought the butterfly was beautiful but too small and not suitable for him. Foodie approached, jumped up, and stuck out its tongue, swallowing the butterfly into its stomach.]
[Da Vinci looked at Foodie, "How's the taste?]
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