I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Ray quickly finished his task as the red panel appeared before him.

He casually tossed Violet's exhausted body to the side and sat down in the chair, naked, with a contemplative expression.

Violet lay weakly on the bed, groaning, her breathing ragged, and her body covered in red imprints.

"There's really less chance of getting an Awakenable baby now, huh," Ray muttered, his scowl deepening as he studied the panel.

Though a warm energy flowed through his body, it was insignificant, like a drop in a vast ocean.

The energy did slightly increase his stats, but it wasn't by much—barely worth mentioning.

"Status," he muttered in his mind, reviewing the basic changes he'd undergone.

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-Strength: 999 Kg (499 original) +124

-Speed: 596 Km/h (298 original) +64

-Stamina: 169 original +31

-Mental strength: 138 +31

—--

"Hmm?" Ray paused, a frown crossing his face. "The maths isn't mathing?"

He scrutinised the numbers in front of him. His strength had originally been at 499, and doubling that should have resulted in 998, yet the display showed 999.

"Based on the previous number, my strength should have already surpassed a metric ton, but it's not showing?" Ray muttered to himself, feeling a wave of frustration.

He considered opening up the system to check if there was a glitch, questioning whether something was wrong with its calculations.

"Hey, system, can't you do a simple maths calculation?" He really wanted to punch the system.

But there was no reply—just the complete silence of the room.

Silence.

In that silence, Ray's brows twitched slightly.

If Vanessa or Freya had been there, they would have probably touched his head, wondering if there was something wrong in his head.

Ray was sure of it.

But luckily, there was only Violet in the room, and even if she heard his grumbling, Ray wouldn't care.

"Did the system really mess up such a simple calculation?" Ray stared at the red panel. "Hey, system, get a calculator and do my stats again," he muttered with a slight cough, half-joking.

He pondered for a moment. "I can manipulate this system according to my will, right? That means I might be able to control it enough to get some answers."

With that thought, Ray sat back down on the seat, his mood lightening slightly. Sometimes, a little humour helped to lift his spirits and bring a more relaxed demeanour.

"What's the point of being serious all the time?" he mused.

Thinking this, Ray began fiddling with the system, using his will to alter the red screen in front of him as much as he could, experimenting with its interface.

This was also how Ray had managed to get the system to answer him when he previously inquired about Aurora's death.

As expected, after a few minutes of fiddling around, a red panel finally appeared in front of him:

[Crossing one metric ton of strength means that you have broken through the first limit of your body. If the host wants to surpass 999 kg of strength, you must be able to break the body's limit, which can be achieved either by the host's own efforts or through the use of external objects and the system shop.]

"System shop?" Ray murmured, intrigued.

This feature had been a part of his system, but it had never been accessible, nor had it seemed particularly useful.

Ray had largely ignored it, dismissing it as irrelevant and not worth his time because he simply couldn't access it. What was the point of thinking about something that he couldn't make it the present?

"I assumed that the system shop would open after my first child was born. So, do I really need to wait until then to have a hope of breaking my body's limit?" Ray thought with a frown.

He reflected on how all his stats seemed different from their names.

For instance, even though his strength was previously around 24 kg when he was unawakened, he could definitely punch with more power.

As a military personnel, Ray was slightly better than the average person.

However, the stats reflected his average strength output, the amount he could consistently apply until he ran out of stamina.

A person can't maintain their peak performance indefinitely.

The strength one can display varies depending on exhaustion, carelessness, posture, and other factors.

'

Ray's strength stats, along with almost all his other stats, were considered an average amount. It wasn't that he couldn't punch with power greater than one metric ton, but for the system to register it, he needed to have an average strength of one metric ton.

"I can break through my body's limit, huh?" Ray mumbled as he felt the terrifying strength in his body. Especially after spreading his genes to thirty-one women, his strength had definitely increased by a lot.

His speed, in particular, was one of the crucial aspects that had helped him tremendously in combat. And this was just his average speed, not his peak speed.

"I wonder if I can reach a point where I can be faster than the speed of time—maybe I could even time travel?"

Ray's expression became a little silly as he thought about it. Who hasn't dreamed of becoming the Flash? The cool guy who could literally time travel and even travel to other parallel universes.

"Maybe I could even cross universes if there is any?" he muttered, though he wasn't very optimistic about it.

After all, that was a fictional world, and this is the real world. Who knows how physics works when things reach extremes?

Besides, Ray was still far from reaching that level anyway.

Just then, a gentle hand began to slowly press on his shoulder.

"Master, can I massage you?" Violet asked weakly, her expression pitiful.

Ray didn't respond, simply closing his eyes.

With gritted teeth, Violet could only use her pained body to massage him with as much strength as she could muster.

Ray relaxed for a while, letting her continue silently.

After massaging for a bit, Violet's hands became stiff, her shoulders sore, and her body felt like it was about to collapse under the pressure she was exerting.

"Can I stop, Master?" she asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

"Didn't you start it? Now you want to stop?" Ray slowly opened his eyes and looked at Violet with an amused gaze that made her shudder.

She instantly regretted her decision, wishing she had just kept quiet instead of trying to curry favour.

"Master, please allow me to clean your things. My body can't handle it anymore," Violet trembled as she bowed to the ground.

"Alright," Ray said with a slight glance before closing his eyes again.

Violet gagged and coughed as she took in his monster but Ray never showed mercy without a hint of pity in his eyes.

After Violet finished her task, Ray silently left the place, not even glancing back at her.

"Damn it." Violet gritted her teeth and fell onto the bed with exhaustion. All her effort had been rendered pretty useless.

After coming out of the room, Ray was still deep in thought.

He wanted to go and take his revenge right then and there, but he wasn't stupid. It would be nothing but a fool's dream to think he could take on ten S-class Awakeners, or even more, by himself.

Even with his increased strength and speed, if he were really surrounded, it might be possible to escape, but not to kill them.

"Aurora, please forgive me. You'll have to wait longer for your revenge," Ray said, calming his killing intent and suppressing it deeply within him.

He needed to find a way to get stronger, and the quicker, the better. If he really waited for Freya's baby to be born, it would take about five months, and he couldn't wait that long.

Ray casually donned a bathrobe and settled onto the comfortable sofa with a chilled beer, watching TV.

There weren't any shows being made so all he could see was the recordings of his TV shows that he liked.

"Umm, Master Ray, Vice-Leader Greg has come to greet you."

Ray heard his secretary's voice and turned his attention towards her.

She had curly brown hair and wore glasses, but the tight black skirt and white shirt accentuated her curvy figure. Without the glasses, she would definitely be considered a beauty.

"Greg has arrived?" Ray thought for a moment, then stood up from the sofa, changed into some new clothes, and walked out.

"Shelly, let's go meet him."

"Yes, Master Ray." Shelly bowed, her face briefly flushed before returning to its usual calm demeanour.

Ray could see Shelly's flustered state but chose to ignore it.

She was both beautiful and highly competent, with master's degrees in multiple subjects. While these degrees were less significant in the apocalypse, her intelligence was undeniably high.

Soon, Ray met with the anxious Greg.

"What happened, Greg?" Ray asked calmly as he settled into his chair.

"Boss, it looks like Elyon has other intentions. He's been secretly trying to contact all the strong Awakeners in our city."

"Oh, I see." Ray glanced at the file before closing it. "He will die. He also played a role in Aurora's murder; I will not spare him."

"But his death would be even more miserable, making him wish for death."

Ray handed the file back to Greg. "You can return now."

"Yes, boss." Greg casually shrugged and left. He had essentially become Ray's right-hand man, managing the city and handling various affairs for him as for the left-hand….

"Seraphine, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to report something," Seraphine replied calmly and entered the room.