I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Ray was sitting comfortably while he looked at Shelly.

"How is your day going, Shelly?"

"It's going fine, boss, but those refugees are coming in droves, and our city might not be able to take all these people in so easily. Besides, we've found that some government workers seem to have come, claiming that this is their city."

"Oh, interesting?" Ray curled his lips into a sneer. He had built the city. If some people came claiming that the land was theirs, they'd have to meet his fist first.

He wouldn't have been so brazen before the apocalypse, but this time, if they started to mess with him, he definitely wouldn't be kind.

After all, where were they during the apocalypse? Was there any support provided by them?

Instead, Ray was met with resistance from the military, and there was already a bit of resentment in his heart. If they really dared to...

"Ignore them. If they cause trouble for no reason, you know what to do, Shelly," Ray casually stated.

"As for not being able to accommodate everyone, if that problem arises, we can just increase our territory."

"But it would take a lot of time if we do that," Shelly said.

"Have you forgotten about Elyon?" Ray replied calmly.

This was actually one of the reasons Elyon was given so much freedom—he was useful, too useful.

This guy was the reason his city could develop so much. This place was a safe haven for his women, so naturally, making this place more secure was a priority.

Elyon's contributions ensured this safety for his woman.

Of course, that didn't mean Ray would spare him!

At that moment, Seraphine walked into the room with a calm yet cold expression.

Her eyes briefly landed on Shelly, and a slight frown formed on her forehead before her expression returned to normal.

"What are you here for?" Ray asked after glancing at her.

"I am…" Seraphine paused, then continued, "You haven't been to the office, and the small tasks like overseeing the cars and roads have been left unchecked."

"I'm pretty sure I left that job for Shelly to handle. Besides, I don't care about those small things. You can do whatever you want with them; it doesn't matter to me," Ray chuckled. "But are you really here just for that?"

"What do you think I'm here for, then?" Seraphine replied in a cold tone.

"Really?" Ray shook his head, standing up from his seat and slowly walking toward her.

"What—what are you doing?" Seraphine frowned, her voice laced with uncertainty.

Ray didn't respond, merely continuing to close the distance between them, his gaze holding an unspoken meaning.

Seraphine couldn't help but close her eyes as his warm breath brushed against her skin, sending a shiver down her spine.

But as she waited, nothing happened.

Confused, Seraphine slowly opened her eyes, only to see that Ray had already walked away.

"Let's head back home. I'm bored," Ray called out, his tone casual, as Shelly hurried to follow behind him.

"This guy…" Seraphine muttered under her breath, watching Ray's retreating figure. A small smile tugged at her lips.

In that moment, her cold exterior softened, a delicate warmth blossoming on her face, overshadowing all the previous coldness.

"Interesting," Seraphine thought, her eyes following Ray as he walked away.

"He has so many women that even the largest and most luxurious building can barely accommodate them all, yet he isn't interested in me?" For a moment, she wondered if Ray might be drained to the brink.

But then she reconsidered. "But he's fine, healthy, and his lustful nature has never subsided," she mused, her gaze shifting to Shelly, who was following behind Ray.

Seraphine couldn't help but grit her teeth in frustration.

"Am I not beautiful?" The thought struck her like a bolt of lightning, making her freeze in place.

"What am I thinking, Seraphine? Why would I care if he likes me or not? I'm fine on my own. I don't need him to think I'm beautiful or anything..."

Unbeknownst to Seraphine, a rosy blush had crept onto her face, betraying her inner turmoil.

Ray, on the other hand, was oblivious to her thoughts.

He had decided to take a short break from his pursuit of spreading his genes until he could find a solution for his body to break through its current limits.

If he couldn't achieve a breakthrough, what was the point of spreading his genes? Without gaining status points, it was completely counterproductive. Sure, he might get a new skill, but even that was a gamble with slim odds.

As Ray sat in his comfortable seat, staring out the window, he softly muttered, "Let's drive out of the city."

"Eh, what!?" Shelly was stunned.

"Drive out of the city. I want to kill some undead," Ray repeated, his tone light but firm.

"But that… that…" Shelly stammered, her professional demeanour crumbling as panic set in. She wanted to say,

"If something happens to you, the entire city would be doomed," but the words caught in her throat.

Unable to refute his decision, she could only nod her head in reluctant agreement.

Soon, the luxurious car drove down the paved road and arrived at the giant gate that blocked the entrance. The guards at the gate were busy, constantly moving about as they managed the influx of refugees.

Suddenly, a honking sound cut through the air.

"Who dares to honk here?" one of the guards grumbled, looking up with an irritated expression. However, his eyes widened the moment he saw the car.

"It's—it's..." he stammered, unable to finish his sentence.

Another guard, noticing his companion's reaction, frowned in confusion. "What are you doing? We need to work efficiently, or Greg won't stop nagging us."

"That... that..." his companion muttered, pointing at the car with a horrified expression.

"What... that?" The second guard looked in the direction his companion was pointing and immediately froze. The area was still crowded, but the sound of him gulping in fear was particularly loud, causing everyone to pause and turn their attention to the luxurious car.

Shelly stepped out of the car, her expression professional and composed. "Open the gates, Master Ray wants to go out."

"Eh, yes, yes," the guard hurriedly said, fear evident in his eyes.

He quickly turned to the others, barking the order, "Open the gates!"

The onlookers, sensing the tension, wisely stepped aside.

Even those who didn't fully grasp the situation understood that sticking their noses in wasn't a good idea.

Following the lead of the masses was the safest course of action.

After all, they were all adults!

The gates to Ray's city were massive.

For regular foot traffic, a small metal door sufficed, but for larger bodies or vehicles, an entire portion of the gate had to be opened.

The guards worked swiftly, their movements hurried and efficient, ensuring that it wasn't delayed by a bit.

As the massive gate creaked open, the car shot out, speeding away without hesitation.

"Man, who is that guy? I'm so envious," one of the refugees muttered, eyes wide with curiosity.

"Don't even think about it," one of the guards warned.

"He's the big boss of this city. If you dare poke your head out, you won't be able to stay here long."

"Fine, fine," the refugee grumbled, frustration clear in his voice.

This kind of chatter spread through the crowd, especially among the younger people, their ambition and excitement filled with ambition.

However, the most excited—and anxious—person was a figure hiding his face with a scarf, blending into the crowd.

"I have to inform Elyon about this," he whispered to himself, his voice trembling. "That monster finally left."

The figure hurriedly slipped away from the crowd, but failed to spot a creature covered in an eerie darkness that had been silently watching his every move.