I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Ray slumped his shoulders on the comfortable sofa, a satisfied expression on his face as he stared ahead, not at the TV, but at the red panel in front of him.

"Half a million mutation energy, huh."

He was naturally pleased with this terrifying amount of mutation energy coursing through his body.

"A level three undead only gives me a hundred thousand mutation energy, huh..." Ray thought, frowning.

He had already killed two level four undead, and the rest of the mutation energy came from his absolute slaughter of the undead, with some previously accumulated from when he punched the sky.

All he could think was that his power might have already reached an unfathomable level of strength.

Although that level three undead bee did present him with a slight challenge, it was nothing. Even without using any skills, the level three undead bee would have been a bit difficult to deal with, but ultimately not a problem at all.

"Have I really reached the pinnacle of strength?" Ray's eyes flashed with a complicated gaze. "Now what?"

He would definitely take care of those people if they ever showed their faces, but until then, what could he do except continue increasing his strength?

A person should not be a slave to power; power is merely a means to accomplish one's goals.

Ray felt a little confused about what to do next.

At that moment, Freya walked into the room, cradling her bulging tummy.

"Ray." Freya immediately smiled when she saw him sitting there, lost in thought.

"Freya."

Ray smiled back at her before walking over with a worried expression on his face.

"It's not the time for you to be walking around like this," his eyes filled with concern.

"It's fine, Ray, I'm okay."

Freya chuckled. "Besides, I don't get to spend as much time with you as before, thanks to those vixens."

"Hahaha."

The corners of Ray's lips curled into a smile.

"You're really one of a kind." He gently hugged her, rubbing his cheek against hers.

"Umu!" Freya pouted cutely, but it was clear she was enjoying it.

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"Come, sit on the sofa. We can play Super Mash Bros together." Ray guided her to sit and handed her the controller.

"You've got so much free time?"

Freya looked at Ray with a squinted gaze.

"Hey, it's always nice to relax once in a while," Ray said, shaking his head helplessly.

As they chatted and laughed while playing the game, the other women in Ray's life joined in as well.

Ray looked at the smiles on their faces and couldn't help but feel warmth in his heart.

At first, he spread his Genes for the system and would continue to do so, but Ray knew he would absolutely care for them for his entire life.

Even if he attained an infinite lifespan, he would ensure they could live with him.

A life filled with loneliness wasn't Ray's desire at all.

"How many months are left until the child is born, Freya?" Ray asked suddenly, realising he'd lost track of time.

Things had been hectic recently with him fighting those undead, and his sense of time had become a little disoriented.

"You really don't know?" Freya's expression sank slightly.

"Hey, hey."

Ray pulled her into his embrace. "When I was fighting those terrifying undead, my perception of time got a little messed up. My heart still shivers from those battles, so can't you forgive your hubby?"

Freya immediately felt a bit guilty. "He's been working so hard for us. Why would I be disappointed if he really lost track of time?"

"It'll take roughly around two months," she said, showing the sweetest smile.

"Thank you for forgiving me, Freya." Ray kissed her cheek.

Shelly, who had just come out of the room after recovering, overheard the conversation and couldn't help but roll her eyes.

"Who was terrified? You or the undead?"

Shelly grumbled in her heart.

She had personally witnessed Ray's absolute slaughter, even though it was from a distance but the scene was vividly imprinted in her mind.

Even those mindless beasts seemed to tremble slightly at the mere sound of his fists.

At that time, Ray was more of a monster than the undead. Now he was acting like he was traumatised? Shelly wouldn't believe that in a million years.

"Bastard," she muttered under her breath, especially seeing Freya's innocent expression. She knew Ray had completely melted her heart and convinced her.

Shelly silently sat to the side, knowing she'd be punished by Ray if she spoke up now, so she could only grumble helplessly in her heart.

Just like that, another day passed.

In the night, Ray entered the room with Shelly once again.

Of course, his priority was still to spread his genes, and he had to fulfill his duty diligently, without skipping a single day.

When Ray walked out of the room, Shelly lay on the bed in a state of utter euphoria, her pupils rolled back, her tongue still out, and her expression one of pure pleasure.

Ray, too, was undoubtedly satisfied, especially as he glanced at the red panel in front of him.

For a long time, he hadn't been able to increase his stats due to the Gene limit, but now he finally saw an increase, even if it was from an unawakened baby.

[Congratulations, you have spread your genes. The baby of yours is an unawakened individual.]

[Original Strength has increased from 500 to 504]

[Original Speed has increased from 298 to 300]

[Original Stamina has increased from 169 to 170]

[Mental Strength has increased from 188 to 189]

"Hmm?" Ray muttered to himself. "This Body-strengthening skill is terrifying…"

He had reached the peak of his Gene limit so easily thanks to this skill.

Without the two-times boost in strength and speed, it would have taken far longer to achieve his Gene limit.

It was safe to say that this E-class skill was one of the best skills and this was just the skill he got in his natural Awakening.

The only stat that had been steadily increasing was his mental strength. Almost every time he advanced a skill, his mental strength increased relatively, and this was true even for his Body-strengthening skill.

"Let's advance my skill now."

After feeling the clarity of post-nut bliss, Ray opened his eyes and looked at the system again.

"Hmm, which skill should I advance?"

Ray felt a little flustered, overwhelmed by the sheer number of skills at his disposal.

"Oh well, let's upgrade them all," Ray said with a smirk.

With half a million mutation energy, it would be a breeze. He might even be able to fully advance his S-class skill.

"Body-strengthening is already maxed out, next is Necromancer…"

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Necromancer (Awakening III)

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Ray's mind flashed back to that terrifying scene he had witnessed in the realm of death, and a trace of hesitation immediately appeared in his thoughts.

Even now, as a celestial, he still felt it wasn't enough to take on those monsters. The fear lingered.

"Should I really advance it?"

That thought only lasted for a moment before Ray decisively allocated two thousand mutation energy to advance the skill to Awakening IV.

For a moment, Ray couldn't sense any changes in his body.

The mutation energy seemed to have changed within him, adding more attributes of the dead.

This was something Ray had been able to faintly sense after becoming a celestial by breaking his Gene limits.

In his perception, mutation energy felt like a strange force, not truly mutation itself but more like attributeless energy.

When Ray gained or upgraded a skill, this attributeless energy would be infused with specific attributes. It also seemed to unlock doors within his genes, and most of the information he gained came from within them.

It was a peculiar sensation, one that left Ray somewhat confused, though he was deeply intrigued by the study of this mutation energy. If he could understand it better, it could lead him to the source of the apocalypse… and everything else.

Ray suddenly closed his eyes, sensing changes in his mind.

The image of the Grim Reaper had become much, much clearer, and now he could vividly visualise it.

He instinctively sat cross-legged and focused on the image, gradually falling into a trance-like state.

While Ray was focusing, he didn't realise that his body was gradually emitting an aura of death that surrounded him.

His mind was completely absorbed in the portrait of the Grim Reaper, with nothing external seeming to faze him as he went deeper and deeper into the trance.

Ray inadvertently found himself in an eerie darkness.

"Wait, did I enter the realm of the dead?"

He snapped out of his trance-like state, shaken to the core as he felt himself gradually sinking in place.

"What is happening?"

Ray visualised the Grim Reaper's image and stopped sinking into the darkness.

His eyes couldn't see, but he walked forward guided by the image. Even in the eerie darkness, Ray seemed to glimpse a faint figure…