Job Creation System: Apocalypse Workforce

Yoshhh…

Adam stood up from the interview chair, a satisfied grin on his face. His steps were light as he walked toward the reception desk, where the system monitor sat quietly.

Inside the system, his balance now showed ten silver coins.

That could only mean one thing—time to buy the Viper Sniper from the system market.

With swift movements, his fingers glided over the mouse, navigating through the system interface with ease.

The main screen displayed his factory's status—a list of employees now visible, with neatly arranged names.

But more importantly, his personal balance had been updated.

[Market]

Buy:

Power Crystal (10) – 10 Copper

Wheat Seeds (10kg) – 5 Copper

Mineral Water (10 liters) – 2 Copper

(This Week's Promo: 80% Off) Viper Sniper – 2 Silver

Sell: (Empty)

[Note: The market will refresh in 6 hours. 2 hours 32 minutes remaining before reset.]

Adam's eyes locked onto the fourth option—Viper Sniper, available at a massive discount.

"Incredible…" he murmured, his eyes gleaming with excitement.

Without hesitation, he selected the weapon.

[Purchase successful: Viper Sniper acquired. 2 silver coins deducted from host's wealth.]

"Done!" Adam clenched his fist, satisfied with his decision.

He immediately opened the desk drawer, where a transparent case awaited.

Inside, an image of the weapon was displayed—a sleek black-green design, dual bipods at the front, and a long scope promising precision accuracy.

Adam lifted the box, examining it briefly before a new panel appeared before him.

[Incoming Item]

Box (Viper Sniper)

[Open]

"So systematic…" he muttered.

He liked how the system worked—structured, efficient, and full of unexpected surprises.

But one thing piqued his curiosity.

"If I open this… where exactly will the sniper appear?" he wondered, frowning.

He knew the system was advanced, but still—where would a weapon of that length even materialize?

Without further thought, he pressed [Open].

In an instant, the item box vanished, replaced by a pulsating glow.

From the light, something began forming in his hands—a long, solid object with noticeable weight.

As the glow faded, Adam finally saw the Viper Sniper in its full form.

Its barrel stretched nearly a meter long, and the weight was immediately apparent in his grip.

"A bit heavy," he murmured, adjusting his hold.

If his physical stats hadn't improved, lifting this sniper with one hand would have been difficult.

But now, his body was stronger, faster, and far more energy-efficient.

Satisfied with the weapon's exterior, he pulled up the information panel to check the full specifications.

[Item: Viper Sniper]

Type: Sniper Rifle

Ammunition: 30 Poison Rounds

Effects:

Venom Shot: Injects poison into the target (Neuro/Hemo).

Venom Burst: Releases a toxic gas in a small area.

Silent Kill: Reduces gunfire noise by 90%.

Adam's mouth hung open as he read the weapon's details.

"A sniper rifle?"

His voice echoed in his head, but his shock nearly made him say it aloud.

This is insane.

With abilities like Venom Shot, Venom Burst, and Silent Kill, this weapon was on a completely different level.

"This is way too OP…" he thought, his heartbeat quickening.

But before he could fully process it, the system suddenly displayed a new message.

[Do not doubt the system. The host's duty is to complete missions and expand the company.]

[Through cooperation, we will succeed.]

Adam furrowed his brows.

Not because of the first message—that was standard.

What caught his attention was the second one.

"Heh? What do you mean by 'we'?" he muttered suspiciously.

He didn't like how the system made it sound like a shady business partner.

But, as always, the system remained silent.

"Tch… Don't try to drag me into your mess," he muttered coldly.

He had no interest in being part of something he didn't fully understand.

Ignoring the uneasy feeling creeping in, Adam returned his focus to the Viper Sniper in his hands.

He tested its weight, positioning his left hand under the barrel for support while his right hand hovered over the trigger.

Tilting his head slightly, he peered through the scope.

The moment his eye aligned with the lens, his vision was instantly bathed in a deep green hue.

Digital coordinate lines floated across the screen, displaying precise distance and angle calculations.

But what shocked him the most…

was the crimson targeting circle that moved in sync with his thoughts.

As Adam imagined aiming at the elevator button in the distance, the red circle instantly locked onto it.

Amazingly, the sniper seemed to stabilize itself, refusing to shift away from the target.

"Wow…" Adam murmured in awe.

This technology felt like something straight out of a sci-fi movie.

With an ability like this, he didn't even need to be a skilled marksman to hit his targets with perfect accuracy.

"Too perfect for me," he muttered, running a hand over the sniper's barrel with satisfaction.

With this weapon, he no longer had to fear evolved humans or even mutant creatures.

His confidence soared.

But his attention soon returned to the system market, where the remaining three items—food and basic necessities—were still listed.

"Don't need them," he muttered flatly, closing the system panel.

His tasks were complete.

For now, there were no further missions.

Adam scanned the area, making sure his base was secure.

His eyes narrowed. Alert. Focused. Ready.

The world had ended on the same day he was laid off.

Ironic.

But amid the destruction, a massive opportunity had emerged.

If he played his cards right, he could become someone influential—not just in Indonesia, but across the world.

"The strong decide everything," he whispered.

But then, his mind drifted to one person.

His expression turned cold.

His jaw clenched, and his teeth ground together as he suppressed the rage he had buried deep inside.

"Agung…"

The name left a bitter taste on his tongue.

A regional overlord who had once been his rival.

The reason he lost his job.

That grudge still burned within him.

Even if the world was collapsing, it wouldn't erase his hatred.

"I hope he's still alive…" he muttered, his voice low and tight with tension.

No matter what happened, he would make sure Agung got what he deserved.

With renewed determination, Adam stepped into the elevator.

As the doors slid shut, he pressed the button for the upper floor—back to the computer store.

At the front right corner of the store, Adam spotted Amel and Madam Serina conversing quietly.

Serina's baby was already fast asleep in her arms, his tiny chest rising and falling peacefully in the stillness of the room.

As Adam entered, both women immediately turned toward him.

Their gazes were warm, yet tinged with lingering unease.

Adam strode forward with an air of authority.

"Madam Serina, I'm heading out. I'm leaving the store in your care," he said.

His tone left no room for debate.

Then, he turned toward the back shelves, gesturing with his chin.

"Don't turn on any flashlights or make noise. If someone enters, try to hide. There's a machete over there—use it if necessary."

Serina's eyes widened slightly, and her grip on Amel tightened.

"Where are you going, sir?" she asked, her voice laced with concern.

Adam let out a soft scoff. He knew his departure would make them feel less safe. So far, his presence had been the only guarantee that this place remained secure.

"I'm going to check the area and make sure there are no intruders," he replied, his voice steady.

Serina and Amel exchanged a brief glance before nodding in agreement.

But their attention soon drifted to the Viper Sniper now strapped to Adam's back.

Their expressions shifted—a mix of fear and awe.

Without waiting for further response, Adam turned around and walked toward the storage shelves at the back of the store.

There, he had already prepared some gear in advance.

He grabbed a pair of sturdy black combat boots, similar to those worn by soldiers, and laced them up.

Next, he reached for a thick black tactical jacket, lined with multiple pockets on the chest and sleeves—perfect for storing small essentials.

Finally, he put on black gloves, ensuring his fingers were completely covered.

For the last step, he picked up a black full-face motorcycle helmet.

He stared at it for a moment before sliding it over his head.

With this, I might look a bit intimidating… but at least it'll protect me from dust and sudden attacks.

Comfort and safety mattered more than appearance.

Before stepping out, Adam raised his hands, inspecting his palms closely. The red and green specks still pulsed faintly beneath his skin, as if waiting for his command. He focused his mind, testing his control—guiding them, directing them.

"Good… still under control," he murmured with relief.

As final preparation, he grabbed a few chocolate bars and a bottle of mineral water—just in case he needed to survive longer than expected.

Everything was ready.

One last glance at Serina and Amel. They remained silent, still tense but making no move to stop him.

Without another word, Adam stepped out of the computer store.