I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

The dining hall was silent and quiet, with nobody touching the food. All the women's eyes were on Ray, staring at him intently.

"Is she our new sister?" Evelyn was the first to speak this time, her gaze fixed on the rugged Elaria, a smile on her face.

"Yes, she will stay with us," Ray replied with a smile, raising his brows slightly.

Although Seraphine held the position as the stronger Awakener, Evelyn barely spoke any words in his group of women. However, her position didn't matter anymore because he could grant every woman half of his strength and almost all his skills.

Of course, there was a key difference, and they couldn't really match him, even if there were hundreds of them. Not to mention, this was a power he could take away at any time.

At this time, other than Ray himself, his women had basically become the strongest Awakeners among mankind, just by relying on his power.

Even an S-class would likely be crushed by any one of them, and their strength also varied depending on how attached they were to Ray.

"This A-class skill is simply terrifying…" Ray muttered in his heart while looking at Elaria, who was fidgeting with her hands and keeping them down, even when Evelyn was talking. She didn't dare raise her head.

"I can't see through you, neither with my system nor even with my Analyzer skill. What type of creature are you, Elaria?"

A faint suspicion was building in his heart, with various thoughts flashing through his mind.

Finally, he stopped his thoughts and looked at his women helplessly.

"The due date for the baby is coming closer and closer. You need as much protein as you can get. So why are you still waiting for me to eat?" Ray asked, finally raising his fork.

"Well, the only protein I need is from you…" Freya replied, her gaze fierce as she looked at Ray.

"After the baby is born," Ray said firmly, shaking his head. He didn't have such a strange fetish.

"But I'm completely fine. Ever since you did, what did you call it—Gene Synchronisation—with me, I've felt an unspeakable power inside me that makes me more energetic than ever."

Freya punched the air, and instantly, the very atmosphere seemed to tremble under her fist as a large hole appeared in the roof, debris falling to the floor.

Almost immediately, the scattered debris—dust, shards of wood, and chunks of plaster—paused in track, suspended as though time itself had frozen

"Oopsie," Freya said, sticking her tongue out at Ray, teasing him.

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Ray's brows twitched subtly, a faint pulse of energy rippling from his fingertips as he slowly raised his hand, palm upward.

With an inaudible hum, the debris gathered, moving toward the wall as if drawn by an invisible force. It shot upward, a whirlwind of rubble, swirling in perfect synchronicity before neatly piling together at the base of the cracked surface.

In front of Elaria's perplexed eyes, she watched the scene in complete disbelief.

The wall seemed to mend itself, completely returning to normal as if nothing had happened to it in the first place.

"This… this…" her voice trembled as she stared in shock.

"Yeah, what?" Ray asked.

"Nothing."

Elaria hurriedly replied, carefully glancing at his handsome face again.

"He really is like a god," she thought, her nervousness increasing almost exponentially to the point that she could hear her heartbeat pulsing in her ears.

Ray gave her a look. "What's so special about you, Elaria?"

His eyes glinted with meaning as they all began to eat slowly in complete and utter silence.

It was always nice to eat peacefully. Conversations could be held casually afterward, but for now, this was a peaceful moment that shouldn't be disturbed.

Today's dishes included well-done steak, pasta, pizza, wine, dumplings, and more.

Food was still a luxury, even in his city. It was extremely hard to find animals that hadn't turned undead, and for now, the staple currency of the entire city was the green pill supplied by Ray.

The currency couldn't be sustained in the long run as it was extremely unstable, while researchers were constantly working on finding ways to produce food.

Although the process was yielding almost no results, it was still a step towards becoming less reliant on the Green pill.

The substance had no taste at all and couldn't provide people with any taste experience.

Ray had a dedicated team of people focused on this task, as well as one for the engineers, as he now possessed the skill of Elyon, enabling him to directly build buildings as long as he had a mental image of it.

He also had a dedicated team for power generation and other sectors, all composed of extremely skilled individuals.

The dedicated number of skilled and talented people was simply countless.

He wasn't the only one who built the city, but he was truly the one who connected all things to make this safe haven in the Apocalypse.

After finishing dinner, Ray walked out of the door and went to a particular dungeon.

Three women, Violet, Natalia, and Sibley, all lay weakly on the floor.

The place was dark, damp, and especially smelly.

Ray looked at the three women and spoke lightly.

"Sibley, come with me."

His nose twitched slightly, and he spoke again, "after you take a bath."

Then, without looking back, Ray turned around and decisively left the place.

Sibley strained to open her eyes as the nauseating smell from the entire room wafted into her nose, almost making her vomit on the spot. However, she suppressed the urge and followed Ray with trembling legs.

If she didn't follow, she might face even more terrifying consequences—consequences she didn't dare to imagine, not in a million years.

"I might be able to seduce him," she thought, a flicker of hope in her eyes as she slowly crawled out of the door and followed Ray.

"Wash up," Ray said, pointing to the bathroom before calmly lying down on the bed.

Sibley bit her lip as she looked at Ray, who was fully ignoring her, then crawled toward the bathroom.

As the warm water cascaded over her, a small tear slipped from Sibley's eyes, mixing with the stream.

"I… I feel like a horrible person," she whispered, her voice breaking.

She began to sob softly, her body trembling as the grime and filth washed away, but it felt as though no matter how much dirt was removed, more was piling on. The weight of her guilt was suffocating, far heavier than the stains on her skin.

The number of innocent lives she had taken was far from small. She had followed orders, blindly obeying that woman in the blindfold—a woman who seemed to know everything about the past, the present, and even the future.

Sibley had trusted her... No, it wasn't trust. It was fear. She had been terrified of that woman and acted out of her own will, desperately trying to win her favour.

And the promise of a permanent boost in power had been too tempting, especially for someone like her. That gift was too lucrative to resist, no matter the cost.

She walked out of the bathroom, feeling somewhat refreshed, and glanced at Ray, who was still lazily lying on the bed.

"I... I'm sorry," Sibley said softly, immediately bowing her head, her expression pitiful. "I was wrong, so please, can you forgive me?"

"Hmm?" Ray glanced at her briefly before falling silent again, his indifference making Sibley grit her teeth.

"I didn't even do it! Everything was planned by the Sheer. Why are you blaming me for the deaths? I was just following orders!" she shouted, her voice filled with grievance, as if trying to justify her actions.

Ray remained still for a moment before standing up from the bed, his towering frame casting a shadow over her. "What a pathetic excuse," he said, his voice cold. "Imagine a scenario where your scheme had worked. Would you have shown mercy to me or my women?"

Ray's body radiated a terrifying aura of killing intent as he squeezed her cheeks tightly.

"Ouch!" Sibley cried out in pain, her face contorting as tears welled up in her eyes.

"What would you have done then?" Ray asked hoarsely, his voice laced with menace. "Do you know why you're still alive?"

"Why? Because you're a lustful bastard?" she spat, her voice trembling with desperation.

Ray's eyes narrowed as he shook his head. "I could have thousands of women. Why would I choose you?" he said coldly. While she was relatively beautiful, that alone didn't make her special.

It wasn't as if he was desperate for women. A line of them had already been brought in, willing and ready to serve him.

Just today, a hundred women had been taken, and Ray had a duty to fulfil. So why would he even bother looking at her?

"Then why?" Sibley asked, her voice filled with confusion.

"Because of your Awakening," Ray said truthfully. "An S-class Awakener like you could give me a higher chance of having an Awakened child."

"Awakened... what do you mean?" Sibley asked, her eyes widening in uncertainty.

"You'll know soon enough," Ray replied ominously, his voice cold and indifferent.

Ray mysteriously shook his head however that was not the case, actually he was just too lazy to speak and that's all.

Sibley did know, but in the most painful way possible.

Overwhelmed with emotion, she jumped up and down, tightly hugging him with hazy eyes.

Suddenly, Ray gave her a firm pat on her backside, the sound of the jiggle butt echoing through the room.

"Move faster."