In the apocalypse, my weapons can evolve infinitely.

"Help! Xiao Jiang, I know you're inside, open the door!"

"I'm your neighbor, Aunt Zhao. I know you're inside. Please, please open the door!"

Outside the security door, a woman in her fifties was frantically banging on the door.

Jiang Xun, however, was in a state of utter distress inside the house.

He naturally recognized the other person, but even though the other person's plea for help was so sincere,

Jiang Xun had no intention of opening the door.

Seeing that Jiang Xun had no intention of opening the door, the person outside became even more urgent in their pleading.

"Xiao Jiang, Aunt Zhao is begging you, my family is really out of food!"

"My aunt has a large family to support. If they run out of food, they'll really starve to death."

Thump, thump, thump.

The alloy security door was being pounded on repeatedly.

However, Jiang Xun inside the door could only hold it firmly against the door, showing no intention of opening it.

Just then, a faint growl came from the stairwell outside the door.

The sound was like that of a human being, yet also like the low growl of a wild beast.

Upon hearing this sound, Aunt Zhao outside the door suddenly stopped banging on the door.

She seemed to have thought of something.

Then, with a grim expression, she glanced at Jiang Xun's door again.

Helpless, he hurried back to his room.

In an instant, the entire corridor was deserted.

Hearing Aunt Zhao from next door return to her room, Jiang Xun finally let out a long sigh of relief, but he didn't immediately loosen his grip on the door.

Instead, it pushed against it even harder.

Just seconds after Aunt Zhao went back into her room, several human figures began to stagger up the previously empty hallway.

Although these humanoid figures appeared human from a distance, most of their muscle tissue was still rotten, and inside those already decaying corpses...

Some inexplicable red substance was churning and flowing within it, as if something new was manipulating this broken body, allowing it to still possess the ability to move.

Zombies, these are zombies, there are as many as 5 of them.

At this moment, everyone who was hiding on this floor felt a sense of fear upon seeing the five zombies swaying in the corridor.

In their hearts, they had already cursed Aunt Zhao, who had been banging on the door so desperately, and Jiang Xun, who had refused to open it.

Because if it weren't for them, there wouldn't have been any zombies on this floor.

In fact, Jiang Xun felt helpless upon seeing the zombies.

The apocalypse broke out suddenly, without warning or foreshadowing.

At that time, Jiang Xun had just returned to his rented room after get off work. Like most young people today, Jiang Xun, an ordinary office worker, had no food stored at home and relied on takeout to get by.

So when the apocalypse broke out, Jiang Xun's family only had two servings of braised pork trotters rice and half a box of instant noodles left that day.

Now that the apocalypse has been going on for a full week, his own resources are almost depleted, so how can he possibly help his neighbor's large family?

Looking at the zombies still slowly swaying outside the door.

Jiang Xun slowly backed away, using the broken mop handle to brace against the door.

He quietly returned to the master bedroom, closed the door, and once again hid himself in the darkness.

At this moment, Jiang Xun felt that her life was a complete failure.

While he was in high school, Jiang Xun's biological parents died in a car accident.

The sudden death of her parents was not only an extreme blow to Jiang Xun, who was in her final year of high school at the time, but also the beginning of a series of calamities in her life.

Because Jiang Xun's parents passed away suddenly without leaving a will, and Jiang Xun herself was an only child,

Therefore, his uncles and aunts naturally set their sights on the real estate, savings, and shops left by his biological parents.

Over the next six months, his former relatives and elders transformed into ferocious beasts, relentlessly dividing up Jiang Xun's parents' assets.

Under this double blow, Jiang Xun, who originally had excellent grades, underperformed in the college entrance examination that year and only got into an ordinary third-tier university.

Fortunately, although the uncles and elders fought over it, they still managed to leave him some money for school and living expenses.

After graduating from university, Jiang Xun joined an ordinary company and worked diligently for five consecutive years, day and night.

He finally found a place for himself in the city again, and also gained a beautiful girlfriend.

But misfortune struck again.

About two weeks before the apocalypse, he accidentally bumped into his girlfriend holding the arm of his company's director. The two were intimately coming out of a hotel and getting into a car.

Jiang Xun, his blood rushing to his head, immediately charged forward.

As a result, he not only lost his girlfriend, but also his job.

He also incurred over 40 yuan in compensation costs for assaulting someone.

This time, it was precisely because Jiang Xun was selling his house to make up for the 40 yuan compensation owed by the other party that he was able to move around freely.

Good news, the world has ended. All previous disputes between the two parties, Jiang Xun's compensation, and the sale and transfer of the house are no longer valid.

Bad news: it's the end of the world. The outside world is full of monsters and zombies. His food is almost gone, and he's about to die.

I'm so unwilling to accept this. Why? Why did it have to be like this?

He had clearly tried his best; he had tried for 10 years, trying to climb out of the abyss.

Striving to achieve a better life and a better living.

Why does everything end up the same way?

He was unwilling to die silently like this.

[Ding, extreme negative energy detected in the host. Now binding to the Doomsday Weapon System]

[Host's physical abilities and potential are being assessed...]

[Ding, host's physique detected as E-level, potential: shooting]

[Host's potential has now been activated. Shooting. Please find your destined weapon and bind it as soon as possible.]

[The bound weapon type is shooting.]

[Binding time: 10 minutes]

What... what is this? Is this a system?

Seeing the electronic interface that suddenly appeared in front of him, Jiang Xun raised his hand and waved it in disbelief.

"What...what is this? Is it a reward from heaven for seeing my despair?"

He raised his hand and pinched his cheek hard.

It hurts a lot. I'm not dreaming.

I checked my body again; there were no wounds, no signs of decay.

I myself was not infected.

So... everything before my eyes is real? He really was blessed by heaven and bound to a system?

Upon seeing this, Jiang Xun opened his mouth wide and shouted silently.

This was a silent excitement unique to him.

Okay, okay, system. With a system, there is hope. He must live on. He must live well.

What did the system say? Weapon binding?

Jiang Xun's gaze shifted back to the system, but he saw two areas: "Shooting" and "Countdown".

The countdown for binding the weapon is ticking away, and there are only 9 minutes left until the binding ends.

So... a shooting weapon, is it a gun? Where did he get a gun?

What to do? What to do?

How could a grown man like him have a gun at home?

He didn't even own a handgun, let alone a children's air gun or water gun.

What should we do?

In a daze, another 4 minutes of the countdown had passed.

There are only 5 minutes left, but he is still at a loss when it comes to this type of shooting weapon.

Quietly entering the living room, Jiang Xun suddenly opened the simple toolbox in his home.

Hex wrenches, utility knives, Phillips screwdrivers, flathead screwdrivers, adjustable wrenches, lightweight drills, hammers...

A dazzling array of tools appeared before Jiang Xun, but none of them met the requirements of "shooting".

What should I do? What should I do? Should I really give up this once-in-a-lifetime opportunity?

Just as the countdown was drawing ever closer and Jiang Xun was still at a loss,

His gaze suddenly fell on a tool in the toolbox.

This...maybe...is feasible.