Apocalypse King: Recruiting S-Tier Beauties With My Ruler System Chapter 48: The Urban Reaper! Type-9K Submachine Gun

I stepped up onto the wall, my wounds burning from the previous fight, while Yin sat on my shoulders, looking towards the huge horde of zombies.

"Hey Yin, do you know what I’ve always found cool."

"ow?" he tilted his head, scratching his ears.

Sotis, he seed able to understand, gazing at with his ocean blue eyes.

"Well," most n wanted to try this scenario at least once.

"System, with my current points, please suggest an easy to use gun for dealing with weaker, groups of zombies."

I hesitated, watching the bar rolling as the system page buffered. "For a complete amateur and show shooting related skills."

[System ssage: Calculating optimal ranged solution...]

[System ssage: Paraters Accepted.]

[System Recomndation: Urban Reaper – Type-9K Submachine Gun]

→ Classification: [Submachine Gun]

→ Grade: [Uncommon]

→ Calibre: 9x19mm

→ Magazine Capacity: 30 rounds

→ Fire Modes: Semi / Full-Auto

→ Tactical Note: Optimised for close-quarters horde engagent. Recoil managent for inexperienced users.

→ Passive: Close Quarters Bonus – Accuracy and control are increased within 10 ters.→ Cost: 1500 Points – Auto-deducted.

[System Notification: Item summoned.]

A sharp pulse of violet light ford at my feet, illuminating the cracked concrete wall in a perfect circle. Then the glow collapsed inwards, and sothing black and matte dropped into view with a hollow clack.

It looked compact. Short. But cool in a smart way. Like a weapon ant for people with nowhere to run and too much to lose.

I crouched and picked it up.

The grip was tight, balanced. Light but dense. Familiar in a way that disturbed .

Yin’s tail flicked.

▼ Purchased Skills

Shooting [Level 1] - 500 ZKP

Increases accuracy with all ranged weapons by 10%.

Headshots deal 5% more damage.

SMG Mastery [Level 1] - 1000 ZKP

Increases accuracy with all Sub-machine guns by 10% and 9mm penetration by 10%

I blew dust from the gun and gave it a quick shake. "I’ve never touched one of these before,"

Yin owed quietly, as if to say: You’re not supposed to say that out loud right now.

Then the System fed information—gun handling, sight alignnt, and reload timings. All compressed into a single thump behind my eyes. I knew how to use it. Kind of.

I extended the folding stock, locked it into place with a click, and then racked the charging handle. Holding the magazine with the curve towards the zombies. I pulled it back with a Snap.

I slapped the charging handle while smiling—the buttstock cushioned against my shoulder in a comfortable position.

Then used my thumb to brush against the selector.

The letters remained in my mind: S E F.

Safe

Semi-Auto

Full-Auto

Setting the 9K to full auto, I prepared myself.

The horde groaned in the distance.

I raised the weapon.

Zombies groaned below, crowding the streets like a broken tide. One especially mouldy one dragged its leg as it passed beneath , head tilted the wrong way, jaw loose.

I aid down the ring sights.

It lined up naturally, like I’d done it a hundred tis.

Then I pulled the trigger.

Ddadadadak!

The Type-9K roared in short, vicious bursts—sharp, tallic, like dropping hundreds of steel balls of aluminium inside a tal drum.

Ddadadak! Ddadadak!

Three zombies dropped instantly.

One’s skull burst like a lon.

Another twisted as its spine snapped from sheer impact.

The last flipped backwards, legs kicking at the air.

Below, groans turned to shrieks.

The horde noticed.

Yin’s claws tensed on my shoulder, hissing at the gun, his body fluffed out.

"Here we go," I muttered.

Tak-tak-tak! Ddadadadak!

I moved the muzzle in short arcs, tapping bursts into heads and torsos.

Zombies stumbled over bodies, climbed over the fallen corpses.

More were coming.

[System Notification: Kill Count — 50 Confird]

[Skill Unlocked: Point-Blank Discipline [Level 1]]

→ Firing in close quarters feels more natural.

→ 10% accuracy when firing at enemies within 3 ters.

[System Hint: An Instant Reloading Service Is Available — 30 ZKP per magazine.]

"System," I muttered. "I think I like this one."

I ducked behind the wall, swapping mags with a clean snap. Blood sprayed behind as one corpse finally finished falling.

Huh?

It only ca with two mags... The system ripped off.

The concrete stank of rotten milk and old oil.

I pressed my back against the loading dock wall, the tal roll-up door to my right rusted half-open, a broken dolly wedged underneath. The reek of expired at and blood from the mall’s back end was already drowning my nose.

"It’s only been two weeks, is this what happens without proper health and safety?"

Yin perched high on my shoulders, tail flicking, ears twitching.

The zombies hadn’t rounded the far corner yet, but I could hear them. Moaning. Dragging limbs. Shuffling over their dead.

"Hey, Yin," I said, in a low voice, "you ever hear the phrase ’backed into a corner’?"

"ow." His response was dry. Disapproving.

"Yeah," I nodded. "It was dumb..."

The Type-9K sat in my lap. Clean. Smooth. Black. Its weight felt right—like I’d been carrying it my whole life.

I peeked around the edge.

A wave of them—stage ones, all twitching and stuttering, packed tight into the narrow lane between the dumpsters and the wall. Their nails scraped the siding like claws over a chalkboard.

They hadn’t seen yet.

I exhaled.

Raised the barrel.

Ddududududu!

The 9K bucked, barked, and sang.

Four went down in one burst—neck, cheekbone, upper skull, and eye socket. Blood sprayed across the dumpster, dripping down the old mall sign half-hanging above.

Yin tensed against my neck but didn’t move.

Now they saw .

They howled like animals on fire.

"Here we go."

Ddak! Ddak! Ddak!

Short bursts, tight fire control. The ring sight stayed steady. Spirit stat is doing its job. My body wasn’t shaking. My breathing stayed even.

A stage one lunged around the corner—too fast.

I snapped the muzzle down.

Tak.

Head gone. The corpse twisted and slamd against the wall with a wet smack.

They kept coming, over each other. Slipping on bodies. Smashing into pallets and crumpled cardboard. The entire dock turned red.

[Kill Confird: 5 ZKP][Kill Confird: 5 ZKP]

Thirty rounds later—click.

I ducked.

[System Prompt: Instant Reload Available – 30 ZKP per magazine.]

"Fine."

[ZKP Deducted: 30]

A fresh mag slid into my hand as the charging cock flicked up and previous mag slipped out like magic, then I slamd it in and slapped the handle back down.

Ddadadak! Ddak!

Three more headshots.

A crawler tried to bite at my ankles.

Tak.

Not today.

The hours—maybe minutes—bled together.

Six reloads. Concrete slick with blood. Stumbling corpses. The gun barrel overheating. My arms felt like lead, but my aim didn’t shake.

Yin didn’t move once.

Only when the last zombie dragged itself from behind an overturned shopping cart, bloodied but still reaching, did I hesitate.

I let it get close. Real close.

One ter.

I looked into its eyes.

Tak.

And it dropped.

[System Notification: Combat Complete]

[Total Kills: 316]

→ ZKP Gained: 316 × 5 = 1,580 ZKP

[Instant Reloads Used: 6]

→ ZKP Spent: 6 × 30 = 180 ZKP

[Net ZKP Gained: 1,580 – 180 = 1,400 ZKP]

[Remaining Ammo: 1 Magazine (30 rounds)]

[Current Balance: 1,400 ZKP]

The alley was silent now.

I leaned back against the wall, heart hamring in my ears, soaked in blood, dirt, and God knows what else. Steam rose from the barrel of the 9k.

Yin finally stretched, hopped down onto my lap, and began cleaning his paws like none of this had happened.

"System," I said hoarsely, "this gun—"

[System Hint: Urban Reaper – Type-9K eligible for upgrade at 5000 ZKP.]

"...We’ll talk about that after I get a drink."

However, I couldn’t calm down... because, like many tis since the apocalypse started, I felt sothing strange: the back of my neck tickled.

I couldn’t help but feel on edge, as if soone was watching .