Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System Chapter 3: Even While dying she’s a beauty!

The ice queen of our office.

Both my worst enemy and greatest benefactor.

If Mu Qinglan hadn't accepted my job application, I might have fallen into depression—beco a NEET out of despair. Before I entered the company, those were the worst monts of my life.

Though her fiancé caused to suffer and hate myself...

'Could I leave her to die like this?'

A glowing bar flickered in my vision, displaying her current state.

Despite her face being a little pale, she still looked like the Mu Qinglan I knew—sharp, untouchable, and perfect.

But that was a lie.

She was dying.

And I could see it.

Until now, I had barely processed the strange screens appearing before my eyes. But now, it had fully translated into sothing I could understand.

A pale blue interface with crisp, clean text.

[STATUS]Na: Mu QinglanRole: ——Affection: 62/500 (Recruitable)Health: [●●●○○] 60% (Injured, Infected)Morale: [●●○○○] 40% (Breaking)

Strength | 0.7Physique | 1.2Agility | 1.1Spirit | 1.5

[SKILLS]Leadership [Level 4]Risk Managent [Level 3]Charisma [Level 4]Business Managent [Level 4]Fitness & Nutrition [Level 4]Self-Defence [Level 3]Driving [Level 3]

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None of this mattered—except for the words hovering beside her health bar.

My stomach churned.

'Infected.'

This beautiful woman...

My secret crush.

Mu Qinglan is going to turn into one of them.

Biting my teeth so hard my ears started to ring, unable to breathe properly because of self-induced anger.

"Mu Qinglan...?"

She groggily snapped her head up.

"W-What's wrong, Mr.Wang?"

Her voice wavered slightly—but I caught it.

She clutched her side in pain while leaning against a wall with ragged breaths. Trembling with each movent or word. Beads of sweat dripped down her face and mixed with the blood on her cheeks.

How long until she turns?

Does a cure exist?

Can I survive in this hellhole alone?

[The system detects the user's ntal state declining rapidly]

[Analysing current state: 0%... 5%... 20%...]

The blue screen kept showing random images and words, all telling what I could already understand and feel.

I swallowed the rising panic, but my mouth felt dry as if I had wrapped my tongue in cotton.

"Uh, I..."

What the hell was I supposed to say?

That she was infected? That she was going to die?

That the world just went to complete shit, and I sohow had a ga interface floating in my vision?!

SMACK!

A sharp sting exploded across my cheek.

I staggered back.

"Huh...?"

Mu Qinglan's palm lowered, her fingers trembling slightly before she parted her lips.

"Calm down, Mr. Wang."

I blinked.

She slapped .

She actually slapped .

My skin burned from the impact, the sharp pain bringing clarity.

"Ugh... Don't hit ."

"Forgive ."

She looked up at while rubbing her wrist. "You looked like you were about to faint."

The situation felt so absurd that I began to laugh, unable to stifle the low chuckle—it grew into an almost maddening fit of laughter.

A zombie apocalypse, and my boss's response to my panic attack was violence.

Yet I found her nervous face when I scolded her cute.

Classic.

I forced a smirk.

"Who would panic when they have a beauty with them?"

Mu Qinglan arched her thin brows. "Beauty? Are you talking about ?"

I scoffed. "Obviously."

But Qinglan seed oblivious and just gazed back at .

Her cheeks reddened a little when I nodded, which seed to embarrass her further as she turned away and averted her gaze.

But there was no ti to waste on that.

I leaned against the cold warehouse wall and thought about the situation and how to move forward.

Getting to my apartnt alone wouldn't be difficult. But...

I looked at Mu Qinglan again.

Her health bar had dropped.

Two orbs.

Not good.

[Analysis complete!]

[Tutorial Mode Activated!]

The system's pop-ups were becoming more frequent. A little annoying, but this one seed useful.

But it didn't matter.

Because Mu Qinglan was bleeding. A dark, wet stain spread across her blazer. And now her skin looked too pale.

"Forget it." I exhaled sharply.

"Would you like to co to my apartnt? At least we can figure out a plan."

She stiffened.

Qinglan seed to understand her current state, and with her eyes becoming more bloodshot, I knew this could be a foolish action.

Her fingers trembled before she exhaled and looked at with an odd look.

"...That sounds good."

But the mont she moved, a pained gasp left her lips.

Her knees buckled.

I lunged forward, catching her waist.

Soft.

Warm.

She winced, her breath ragged.

"Hnnng... It hurts..."

"Endure it," I said, lifting her slightly.

Her weight pressed against , her heat seeping through my shirt.

She wasn't heavy, but the feverish warmth rolling off her skin was alarming; this couldn't be a normal temperature.

Her breath hitched, sweat dripping from her temple.

I felt her fingers curl weakly against my back.

Mu Qinglan was strong.

She wasn't the type to show weakness.

But now?

She could barely stand.

I needed to get her inside—fast.

We staggered toward the door.

Then—sothing changed as her fingers dug into my back.

Hard.

Painful.

"Ngh... damn it."

"Mr. Wang..."

Her voice was passionate, sultry and wrong... this wasn't the Mu Qinglan I knew!

My heart palpitated the mont her grip tightened.

A hot breath fanned my neck as she faintly touched with her hot, juicy lips.

Dripping with saliva.

I turned my head—and froze.

She parted her lips slowly.

Drool glistened on her teeth and her pupils shrank to thin slits as a red glow flickered in her irises.

She was going to bite .

BANG!

Desperate. I slamd Mu Qinglan into the wall twice, and a stifled gasp escaped her lips.

Her health dropped again.

One orb left.

She was about to turn.

"Hngh... Thirsty... Hungry..."

Her breaths beca sensual and short.

She lunged.

[Warning! Your follower is infected!]

[Spend 1000 ZKP to cure the infection?]

"YES!"

[Error! You are broke.]

FUCK YOU.

[Tutorial Hint: Purchase imperfect cure for 100 ZKP?]

YES, DAMN IT!

A syringe flashed into my hand.

"Mu Qinglan—forgive ."

She snapped forward with a vicious bite.

I jabbed the needle into her neck.

Her jaws clamped shut—

—millitres from my throat.

Then—

She slumped.

Her weight collapsed against , her ragged breaths warming my skin.

A weak, trembling whisper left her lips.

"John..."

I shuddered.

Well...

This was way too close.