Doomsday Roulette

When Ye Zhongming returned, he startled everyone.

“Prepare some alcohol and gauze, I have it in my bag.” Ye Zhongming casually threw out this statement and left with a bucket of water.

When he came back, the blood all over him had disappeared. With his upper body exposed, he had up to seven or eight wounds on his chest and back, especially three deep cuts on his back that were over ten centimeters long; any deeper and his bones would be visible.

Liang Chuyin and Park Soo-young hurriedly clumsily came to bandage him, but after just a couple of tries, it was clear they were inexperienced.

“I’ll do it.”

Mo Ye and Little Tiger had gone out to find something to eat, so Xia Lei had to take action herself. Handling wounds wasn’t a big deal for professionals like them.

Ye Zhongming didn’t refuse. Psychologically, he felt closer to Liang Chuyin and Park Soo-young since they would essentially be his future partners, but having a social media influencer and a teacher deal with injuries was a bit much for them.

“This is…” Xia Lei’s technique was very professional and skilled, but upon seeing the wounds, she couldn’t help but tremble inside.

The wounds were of various shapes, but Xia Lei could tell they were caused by sharp objects and bites from canines. Some wounds had lost flesh, leaving a pit that was oozing bright red blood, contrasting sharply with the healthy skin of the young man next to her, a sight that was somewhat jarring.

She found it hard to imagine what this man had encountered in such a short time outside.

“You’d better hurry up, or the smell of blood will attract zombies.”

Ye Zhongming suddenly said this, causing Xia Lei’s face to flush, and her hands moved faster.

“What, did someone beat you up? Too bad they didn’t kill you.” Ali, one of the three bound individuals, saw Ye Zhongming and sneered, his eyes filled with hatred.

The three were tied together, surrounded by a trap Ye Zhongming had set. The moment they moved even slightly, six daggers looming before them would be shot out, piercing through their heads and throats. Even if the three had the strength to break free from the ropes, they didn’t dare to move recklessly.

Not to mention, Liang Chuyin or Mo Ye, along with the loyal earth yellow pill, were watching closely.

Ye Zhongming glanced at the three but said nothing.

Xia Lei quickly treated all the wounds. After Ye Zhongming casually found a piece of clothing to wear, he walked to the colorful roulette.

At that moment, Midnight and Little Tiger returned, each carrying a bag filled with food and water. Seeing Ye Zhongming come back, Mo Ye’s previously poor mood lightened a bit. Little Tiger whispered a few words, explaining that they had run into others trying to rob them while looking for supplies. After Mo Ye knocked down a few of them, they encountered zombies, and those people hadn’t escaped, all perishing.

“Think from a different perspective. If it were you who was knocked down, if you were eaten by zombies, would those people feel sad?”

After saying this, Ye Zhongming began to toss magic crystals into the roulette, starting with Grade 1 Magic Crystals. Over three hundred of them went in instantly, and the spinning roulette had deadly allure for everyone, even the bound trio watched intently.

When he had put in a total of three hundred and sixty Grade 1 Magic Crystals, the roulette finally started moving, the large pointer spinning back and forth between black, white, and yellow.

Only Ye Zhongming knew that black would never land for him; he had ruled that out.

The pointer spun for a while, gradually slowing down until it finally stopped in the white section.

Holding his professional certificate, Ye Zhongming opened it under everyone's gaze.

“Apostle of Light!”

Ye Zhongming was visibly taken aback, as this was a profession he hadn’t heard of in his previous life.

He crushed the certificate and obtained the professional badge and the Pledge Parchment.

Opening the parchment and reading it carefully, Ye Zhongming understood what an Apostle of Light was.