Supreme Son-in-law: Reborn With the Apocalypse System

Episode 4: A Gun in the Wrong Place

The city at night was a different beast. Lights flickered where they once glowed steady. Horns blared without rhythm. People moved faster, talked louder, and trusted less. Jared walked with his hands in his pockets and his eyes sharp.

The system’s mission hovered silently in his mind like a loaded threat.

[Mission 002: Acquire one firearm (pistol or shotgun) within 48 hours.]

Simple. But not easy.

He wasn’t military. He didn’t have criminal contacts—at least not yet. And legal permits? Out of reach. So that left one option: the black market.

In his last life, he’d learned where the cracks in the city ran deepest. There was a spot near the riverfront, where shipping containers were stacked like building blocks and nobody asked questions. He remembered the name of a man who dealt in silence: Koro.

It took two commercial buses and a fifteen-minute walk to get there. The road narrowed the deeper he went, buildings giving way to silence. By the time Jared stepped into the makeshift lot, the air smelled like oil and cold metal.

A skinny teenager with dreadlocks and a split lip stood near the entrance, arms folded. He looked Jared up and down with zero interest.

“You lost?”

“I’m looking for Koro.”

“No one by that name here.”

Jared reached into his jacket pocket and pulled out the only thing he knew would open doors—₦10,000 in crumpled bills.

The boy didn’t smile, but he stepped aside.

“Straight ahead. Don’t touch anything.”

Inside the container, the light was dim and yellow. The walls were lined with knives, crowbars, machetes, and—on the far wall—a wooden crate of pistols, all wrapped in black cloth.

Koro was seated behind a rusted desk, counting cash. Bald. Stocky. Dead-eyed.

“You don’t look like my usual buyers,” Koro said without looking up.

“I’m not.”

“Then why are you here?”

Jared didn’t hesitate. “I need a gun.”

“Why?”

“Because something’s coming,” Jared said. “And I won’t survive it without one.”

Koro finally looked up. Something flickered in his eyes. Not belief, but the familiarity of hearing crazy people talk.

“₦120,000 for a pistol,” he said flatly. “Cash.”

“I only have sixty.”

“Then you can buy a knife.”

Jared’s jaw tightened. “What about a trade?”

“I don’t do trades.”

“Information?”

Koro chuckled. “You think I need information? In this city?”

“You will,” Jared said quietly. “In less than a month, nothing in this city will matter. Phones won’t work. Power will fail. People will eat each other alive. You’ll be wishing you had someone like me to warn you earlier.”

Silence stretched.

Koro leaned forward, elbows on the table.

“You on something?”

“No,” Jared said. “But I’ve seen what’s coming. And if you give me one pistol, I’ll pay you triple in two weeks. You won’t need to chase me. I’ll come back to you.”

Koro studied him for a long moment. Then, slowly, he got up, walked to the back shelf, and pulled something out of a drawer. He came back with a matte black pistol wrapped in a cloth and placed it on the table between them.

“₦70,000. Final offer. You get bullets next time.”

Jared hesitated only a second, then pulled out the last of what he had. The money he’d saved for emergencies. What Elena’s father would say if he knew… Jared didn’t care.

The deal was done.

[Mission complete.]

[+1,500 points earned.]

[Combat Tab unlocked.]

In his mind, a new panel opened.

[Combat Tab: Skill Slot 1 – Empty | Weapon Slot 1 – Loaded (Pistol)]

[Locked: Tactical Reflex, Endurance Boost, Precision Mode]

Koro wrapped the gun tight in cloth and handed it over.

“If you’re wrong,” he said, “you’ll be broke, stupid, and alone.”

Jared looked him dead in the eyes.

“If I’m wrong, none of that will matter.”

Back at the Bai residence, it was almost midnight. Jared stepped through the door as quietly as possible, but someone was already waiting in the living room.

Elena.

Still dressed, eyes tired, fingers wrapped around a half-empty cup of tea. Her gaze flicked to him, then to the cloth in his hand.

“You were gone again.”

He nodded. “Had something to take care of.”

“What is it this time?” she asked, voice low. “More dignity?”

He almost smiled. Almost. But the truth weighed too much.

“No. Just protection.”

“From what?”

He didn’t answer. Instead, he walked past her, heading up the stairs.

Behind him, her voice followed, quieter now. “Jared…”

He stopped.

She didn’t say anything else.

He didn’t turn around.

“I won’t always be useless,” he said. “You’ll see.”

She didn’t respond.

But she didn’t deny it either.