I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

"Wait, wait." The middle-aged man hurriedly shook his head. "I know the name of the person. If you let me go, I'll tell you."

Ray paused in his tracks.

"Whoever tells me first will not die."

"It's—" The middle-aged man hesitated, his teeth gritted. The big, healthy man looked on in despair because he had absolutely no clue.

"I… I don't want to die, but if I reveal the name, my usefulness will be gone, and I'll be killed anyway. If I don't say it, I'll die too."

The middle-aged man's thoughts were too filled with despair. "I still have a life to live. Damn this apocalypse. If I had known this day would come, I would have never pushed for war just for my own gain."

The man grumbled inwardly, secretly tightening his fist. As someone who once wielded immense political power, he was accustomed to the adoration and attention of both young and old girls. Nothing was lacking in his life: money, woman, power.

Yet, human pride and ego are boundless. Once you taste absolute power, returning to a normal life becomes impossible. His greed had led him to push the country into war, which ultimately resulted in this apocalypse.

The middle-aged man had never truly considered himself dead. He believed he could still be of use to Ray and perhaps even make a comeback.

But then Ray's voice cut through his thoughts.

"It's Elyon," Ray said, his gaze fixed on the middle-aged man with a hint of amusement.

"Eh… what?" The middle-aged man's world seemed to collapse around him. An eerie calm settled over the room, his face frozen in shock.

"It's Elyon that you joined hands with, didn't you?" Ray spoke again with a condensing gaze.

The middle-aged man scalps tingle as his body trembled, his eyes gradually widened with realisation.

At this moment, he knew he fucked up! And he wasn't wrong about it.

Ray raised his two hands with his full power and slapped, the air trembled under his might.

It felt like reality itself was being torn.

Blood splattered as a horrifying scene appeared in front of him.

Discombobulated, destroyed!

The headless man fell to the ground with a sickening thud as Ray instantly moved, killing the other big healthy man with it.

"That's about it." Ray muttered as he casually wiped his hand.

Just like that the "top of the food chain" in the previous society just died in this dark, damp place filled with dirty smell.

"Should we kill that guy Elyon?" Freya asked with a fierce expression, her posture rigid and commanding.

Ray considered her question for a moment before responding with a single, decisive word: "Yeah."

"He should have been dealt with long ago," Freya added, her tone resolute.

With that, the four of them left the dark, damp dungeon behind. The cleanup would be handled by others.

…

In a once-mediocre villa now reduced to a smouldering ruin, the scene was nothing short of devastation. The area had been transformed into a scorched wasteland.

Flames still flickered among the charred remains, and the stone and ground had been melted into a stark, blackened expanse.

Before the house, Elyon knelt on the ground, his eyes wide with dread and horror. His glasses did little to shield him from this terrifying scene.

"Was this really lightning?" Elyon wondered aloud, his voice trembling.

Typically, lightning possesses a terrifying destructive power, but it usually strikes in a moment's notice, in a very small way. It shouldn't have been capable of razing an entire mansion.

"Could it be Ray?" Elyon thought, his mind racing. But he quickly dismissed the idea. Even if there was a suspicion, the very notion was too terrifying to accept.

If Ray was indeed responsible, all hope would be lost, leaving only despair for the rest of his life.

"Maybe I should ask Ray for a new place," Elyon gritted his teeth, his rage simmering beneath the surface.

He had built this city from the ground up literally, yet now he still needed to have Ray's permission for every little thing. His eyes were bloodshot, filled with fury and frustration.

"I… I will get my revenge soon," he vowed, his voice trembling with determination. Elyon was convinced that making deals with politicians was a minor inconvenience in the grand scheme.

He believed that even if Ray knew about his small attempt, he wouldn't consider it enough to warrant his death. After all, Elyon knew his own value and didn't believe Ray would kill him over such a trivial matter.

That's what he thought, until he turned back…

Elyon's face paled visibly in terror.

"This…"

Elyon was surrounded by beings cloaked in eerie darkness, their eyes staring at him with cold indifference. Leading them was a flying cat, also shrouded in darkness.

"You are going to die, Nya!"

The cat extended her paws, grinning and showing her sharp canine teeth.

"Noo…"

Elyon tried to summon his mutation energy to destroy the entire city. Although it would have been an exaggeration to say he could destroy the whole city, he might have managed to take out a building or two.

But Kikyo moved faster, her small paws touching his head.

In an instant, Elyon's eyes lost their vibrant colour, and he collapsed to the ground with a sickening thud. There was no resistance; he was dead in a heartbeat, his lifeless body showing no external damage.

"I destroyed his soul, nya! Now it should have been sent directly to the realm of the dead," Kikyo said with a slight shudder.

When she was just a soul in the realm, she felt a cold shiver that seemed to threaten to wipe out her entire existence, bit by bit. She was terrified as the pain engulfed her.

Only the warm light that soon followed helped her, and that warmth was from Ray.

"Let's go, little doggie." She casually sat on one of the undead dogs and disappeared from the place.

"I need more treats from Ray for doing my job well, nya!"

Ray sneezed, feeling his entire mutation energy instantly vanish.

"What happened to my mutation energy!?"