I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Greg's face was full of panic and guilt.

"It's fine. Now that I'm here, I can handle it. You don't have to worry about it anymore, Greg." Ray smiled as he patted Greg's shoulder.

"Thank you, boss," Greg replied, a smile spreading across his face.

"You seem unusually prepared today," Ray remarked with a peculiar look, noticing the gel in Greg's hair, which styled his red hair in a fashionable way. He was dressed in black jeans, a t-shirt, and a leather jacket.

"Uh, boss..." Greg rubbed the back of his head awkwardly.

"Did you find your girl?" Ray's smile turned playful as he teased him.

"How did you know?" Greg exclaimed, his eyes widening in disbelief as he looked at Ray.

"Hahaha," Ray chuckled. "So, you did find your girl, huh."

"It was written all over your face."

"What?" Greg was shocked. "Really?" He touched his face before taking out his phone and looking at himself with a confused expression.

Ray was immediately left a little speechless.

"Tell me, how dense are you?"

"Dense? I don't feel like I'm dense at all," Greg replied proudly.

"Really, brother? You've got a lot to learn. Either way, you should propose to the girl and convey your feelings."

Ray casually gave some encouragement to the poor guy. "I'll show you the ropes."

He then proudly spoke about his dating life while subtly encouraging Greg with a smile.

Ray had also dated during school and in the military with Natalia. He was a handsome guy even in the military.

While he wasn't the best, he could definitely say he had some experience, especially now that he's been handling so many women recently with triple digit women.

His experience has definitely increased to the level greater than the professional.

In the end, Greg had a confident expression on his face.

"Remember to be yourself and speak in a confident tone," Ray advised.

"Alright, boss," Greg nodded.

"Then, let's solve the problem of the city after I'm done with it. There should be no shadow of the undead within at least a hundred kilometres around the city, and then we'll expand."

Ray's eyes flashed with determination.

…

The booming sound, as if signalling the end of the world, echoed continuously throughout the area.

It felt as though the apocalypse was drawing nearer with every passing moment.

Each deafening blast seemed to tear at the very fabric of reality.

"That should be the last of it," Ray said, and with his words, the booming sound stopped while he withdrew his fist.

He gazed at the countless undead, now reduced to a paste on the ground, a satisfied expression crept on his face.

"Let's go now, Greg," Ray said.

"Eh, yes, boss." Greg's face was frozen in shock, his body trembling with excitement.

"Yes, boss!!!" he shouted again, even more thrilled.

"Why are you so excited?" Ray frowned.

"I never expected my boss to have such strength," Greg replied, glancing around at the thousands of corpses crushed to a bloody pulp on the ground, and then up at the moon in the sky.

Ray had been absolutely annihilating the undead, no matter how many came in hordes, surrounding the entire city.

At first, it seemed endless, but Ray was the one who truly appeared inexhaustible. With casual punches from dawn to dusk, he slaughtered all the undead, including level two and one, without breaking a sweat!

It was an absolute massacre to the extreme!

Greg was still a little shaken by the scene.

At that moment, a Tesla drove up, and Shelly stepped out.

"Are you done, Ray?" she asked, scanning the surroundings cautiously, her expression tense.

"Yeah, I'm done."

Ray shrugged casually as he climbed into the car. Greg got into another vehicle.

The cars drove silently into the city.

Inside the car, an awkward silence settled between Ray and Shelly, neither speaking.

"By the way, you entered our building, right?" Ray asked, giving Shelly a meaningful look.

"Umm, yeah," she replied hesitantly.

Shelly's face flushed a deep rosy hue, her sudden embarrassment visible in every twitch of her delicate features. Her composure wavered, and she found herself struggling to maintain eye contact with Ray.

She wore a seductive businesswomen's outfit—a crisp white shirt that barely contained her voluptuous figure beneath a tailored black coat.

The shirt strained against her chest, making it appear as though her pair of marshmallows were imprisoned, straining for freedom beneath the tight buttons.

Her form-fitting black skirt clung to her hips, accentuating every curve as it went down to her thighs, where a pair of sleek black stockings wrapped her long, toned legs. Her hair, tied neatly in a high ponytail.

"You definitely look sexy," Ray commented with a smile, his hot breath grazing her skin, making her blush even more.

Ray had now broken his gene limit and could spread his genes as much as he wanted, with no restrictions. In fact, he might not face such limits for a long time, or perhaps ever again. This meant he could certainly boost his strength by another notch.

And what better way to increase his strength than by spreading his genes?

Ray gently touched her chin, tilting her head up to meet his deep, black eyes.

"Do you like me?"

"Yes," Shelly stammered, "you... you're really handsome."

"Then, what are we waiting for?"

Ray smiled, and they gazed at each other for a moment before they slowly began to close the distance, ready to kill.

Their tongues fought for dominance as Ray delved deeper, his hands exploring her chest with a tender touch.

No matter how much he touched the pair of marshmallows of all kinds, he could never grow tired of it.

Their kiss grew increasingly passionate with each passing second, the muffled sounds of Shelly's reactions echoing within the car.

Fortunately, the car was soundproof and separated by a partition, so the driver could neither hear nor see anything happening inside.

Ray eventually won the battle as his lips pressed firmly against hers, and Shelly felt her skirt growing slightly damp. She also sensed a heated pressure constantly poking her belly.

Her breathing became increasingly laboured, her face flushed crimson, a sight that Ray found particularly cute.

He continued to French kiss her until she was almost out of breath.

Only then did Ray reluctantly withdraw from the kiss, giving Shelly a moment to breathe.

"Huff, huff."

Shelly took deep breaths the instant she pulled away from Ray's kiss.

"Hey, I almost couldn't breathe."

"Sorry."

Ray chuckled and patted her back to reassure her.

As Shelly looked at Ray's handsome face, her anger seemed to vanish, as if it had never existed, fading away completely.

"Hmph, if he weren't so handsome…" she pouted internally, her frustration melting away.

"So, what are we waiting for?"

Ray scooped her up in a princess carry, opening the door to reveal his towering skyscraper, and carried her inside.

"Eh, what?" Shelly was stunned. As she saw that Ray was leading her to the room, she became even more flustered. "Isn't this going too fast? We should slow down a little."

"If we're going to do it anyway, why make a fuss?"

Ray chuckled, and they both entered the room, with Shelly completely embarrassed.

Soon, muffled moans echoed within the soundproof room, almost escaping its confines.

Ray was actually very gentle with Shelly. Only after she had adjusted to his size did he move deeper inside her, trying to make the experience pleasurable for her while feeling the tightness that almost enveloped his entire length.

"You're really tight," he murmured as he thrust his hips.

"Umm… haa… chu…"

Shelly's eyes were hazy and she moaned intermittently, her focus solely on the overwhelming sensations, leaving her unable to hear anything that Ray could say.

"Oh, well."

Ray pushed himself a little deeper inside her, letting her gradually take his shape as he captured her lips with his own.

At this moment, Ray had Shelly pinned beneath him in a mating press. If he released his essence, it would go directly into her womb. This position was his favourite; he could see her exquisite expressions and significantly increase his chances of spreading his genes.

"I'm releasing," Ray murmured, thrusting as deeply as he could into her womb before releasing his essence.

"Ohhhh…!!" Shelly's eyes widened, overwhelmed by the warm sensation filling her.

"Now, time for round two."

"Eh?" Her eyes were filled with confusion, still moaning from the previous wave of euphoria. Her tongue was out, and her pupils were nearly rolled back.

The next round began, and the moans in the room started up again.

After a long time, Ray finally stopped, his hips no longer moving as he reluctantly withdrew, a line of his white essence leaking from her.

She was filled to the brim!

Ray gave her peach a firm pat and glanced at the red panel. There was no prompt, but his stats for mutation energy were displayed:

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Mutation Energy: 500,239

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Half a million mutation energy!