Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System Chapter 2: Please Help Me

A figure lurched toward with outstretched hands.

Unsettling bloodshot eyes lingered in my mind, along with a sickly complexion and unnatural movent.

The world as I knew it was collapsing.

What was once a simple infection had beco a nightmare.

I stumbled back, trying to escape, with my heart pounding. No superpowers or sudden awakening appeared. Just , a regular unemployed guy.

"Shit! Get away from !"

The freak snarled after missing, before lunging again, crashing into the wall with a disgusting crunch. I didn't wait. No, I couldn't! I dashed towards the glass doors. A symbol of protection and safety.

Thud!

An agonising pain like touching a burning fla shot through my hands after I slamd the window several tis.

What a cruel joke.

The door clicked shut, locking out.

"Let in for fucks sake! You fuckers!" I pounded the glass, ignoring the stinging sensation of torn skin and dripping blood.

I could see them inside. Terrified eyes watched from safety, doing nothing.

Not one of them moved.

And then I heard a damning sound—click!

I turned just in ti to see an old friend... soone I had just spoken with in the canteen Yang Ping pressed the shutter switch with tears running down his face.

"No... NO! You can't do this to !"

The steel barrier slid down, sealing out.

And the words that fool kept repeating like a broken toy made my blood boil.

'You're sorry?'

There was no leeway for to accept his apology, nor did I have the ti to care anymore.

"Damn it! We're both human!"

My voice cracked. The words felt hollow, even to . Because deep down, there wasn't any doubt I would have done the sa.

The sa zombie appeared like an old friend and reunions, trying to remind of how amazing their business is and to buy sothing from them.

It snarled with a broken nose, crushed when it hit the wall, clawing forward and almost slicing my chest. I lashed out with all my strength, rage and anger. The blow felt heavy, and a sickening crack followed.

Scared more would co—I turned and started running.

Yes, I ran.

Like a child seeking his mother. Screaming. Wailing.

I wanted this to be a dream—the city's screams echoed back, following with shouts, crashing noises and the wails of the dying. I whispered Forgive . I cannot save you! To keep myself sane for each child or mother I saw and ignored.

Shockingly, Looters were already smashing car windows, trying to escape only to be pulled from the glass and torn apart.

"This isn't a damn movie...!"

My breath hitched. My lungs burned. My legs felt like lead, but I kept pushing forward.

Survival.

That was my focus. Get ho, prepare myself and lock the doors.

My apartnt wasn't too far, just a little more, and I could seal the first floor and hide, preparing myself for what might happen. Though I was afraid now, if the army ca or we sohow gained power, then maybe...

I deluded myself.

The park was up ahead—a shortcut.

I sprinted across the grass, feeling like this might be a record pace for , with my heart hamring in my ears. But I reached ho! Nothing could stop ... Until sothing moved, and I barely had ti to react before it stumbled towards .

Not just any shape or thing.

"Mary?"

The woman I used to buy fruit from. She gave free apples or potatoes when I was low on money. Yet now, her vacant eyes glimpsed at like prey, locked onto and refusing to let escape.

"SHIT!"

She staggered towards . I couldn't avoid her well and tripped over, falling onto so old boxes and rusted tools, the pavent scraping my back.

Cold sweat trickled down my spine as I grasped at thin air, desperate for anything—anything to fight back and survive.

My fingers wrapped around sothing solid.

Cold.

Hard.

It was a crowbar.

I didn't hesitate and swung.

Crunch!

She kept moving.

I swung again.

Crunch.

Again.

And again.

Until only silence remained.

A wet, sticky sensation splashed over my fingertips. Mary's blood—the blood of the woman I just dealt with.

Unable to accept reality, my vision beca blurry.

I dropped the wrench and almost fell. The world started to spin—guilt, fear, and dread rged into one as my stomach lurched.

Unable to hold back the urge, I vomited don't he spot.

"Hrrk..."

My breathing ragged and raspy as I wiped my mouth, staring at the lifeless body with a mangled face.

"I... I just killed soone."

No.

After a mont of logical thought, my brain kicked in.

Not soone.

Sothing.

Groans echoed in the distance, and I knew it signalled more of them, thousands, millions and eventually billions.

Forcing myself to move, I climbed the old warehouse steps with blurred vision. My limbs felt numb, and even the burning pain in my hands faded. I barely made it inside the small garage before collapsing against a crate.

My whole body trembled as if I were in a frozen wasteland.

Then—

A whisper.

A voice that sounded soft and reassuring.

At first, I thought it might be a dream, the distant sound like a radio signal barely coming through.

Then, words ford in my mind... and I realised it wasn't a human language.

[You Have Been Chosen.]

[There is a path to survival. But you cannot walk it alone.]

[You are the only hope.]

I blinked, slowly recovering from my ntal break.

A blue square hovered in my vision, glitching like a half-loaded internet image... not an old 90s style role-playing ga on the SNAS or Superdrive.

My pulse spike.

A system? No, no, no, this is insane!

While focused on the screen, sothing moved in the corner of my eyes. I turned sharply with a tense body, grasping for the wrench.

Then I noticed it was different, although she limped on one leg and staggered into the warehouse.

She wasn't undead.

She was alive.

Long black hair, a tight blazer, a pencil skirt barely clinging to her torn stockings. A baseball bat dangled from her trembling fingers.

Blood sared her pale skin. Her pink lips had turned pale blue.

Mu Qinglan.

I knew her.

The untouchable ice queen of the office. The woman who never spoke to anyone unless necessary.

Her eyes locked onto mine.

"I need your help."

The mont she spoke, sothing inside snapped.

A surge of electricity jolted through my brain. Followed by a burning sensation spread across my skin.

And then—more text.

[Recruitnt Available.]

[Subject: Mu Qinglan (S-Tier)]

[Press to Confirm.]

A glowing button floated before .

I hesitated.

Then, slowly, I reached out.

[Recruitnt Complete.]

▼ Mu Qinglan's attributes are now visible.

100 Experience.

Leadership: Level 1

Random Skill from Mu Qinglan

[Rank Up!]

▼ Rank: Loser → Partner

Attributes Increased | Subject Cap: 2

A burning heat surged through my body, filling my muscles and veins like molten iron. I curled my fingers in agony, digging them into my palms while trying to endure the mont of extre pain.

Mu Qinglan stepped towards , almost falling as she held her abdon with furrowed brows.

"What's wrong?"

And then—her na and stats appeared above her head.

Her level. Her condition.

And an affection ter.

I swallowed hard.

"This... just beca a ga."