Apocalypse: System of lotteries
The Doomsday Game Descends In 12 hours, the world will enter a long night. The long night is nothing more than an inconvenience. Other than electricity, wireless communication, and modern technology, such as thermal weapons, which cannot be used, no other ecological environment will be negatively affected. You should work on improving yourself as soon as possible before the long night begins. It is imperative that you pay attention to those around you. It is possible that he or she will consume your brain in the next few seconds. By chance, Ming bound the Lottery System
"I DO~"
Ming yanked a pair of yoga pants from his bag and presented them to Poseidon, saying, "Though there's a charm in brawling shirtless, perhaps you should put these on. No need for theatrics on my account."
"You..."
Poseidon furrowed his brows and gritted his teeth. Was there something wrong with this man's mind? Couldn't he take this combat seriously? Didn't he realize they were in the midst of a fight?
"Not wearing them?"
Ming tucked the yoga pants back into his pocket. "Very well, I'll keep them for you. Just in case you change your mind~"
"Silence!"
With rage boiling within, Poseidon lunged. He no longer wished to hear this man speak; every word was a thorn in his side.
Launching himself onto the whale's head, he threw a powerful punch. He knew Ming wouldn't dare step back. Touching the seawater would paralyze him, making it easy for him to end the fight. 'Run if you dare, or take my blow,' he thought.