I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Ray looked at the splattered remains of King as the whirlwind gradually dried down, then turned his gaze back to the battlefield where Seraphine and Argo with other Awakeners were fighting.

"You can't run from me again, King," he muttered, curling his lips into a sneer.

He walked slowly towards Argo, who was vigorously fighting Seraphine.

She wielded a light blue lance and wore matching armour, with two particular feathers attached to the back of her ears.

Ray had to admit, her Ice Princess status suited her well; she truly looked like an Ice Princess now.

"Eh?" Argo noticed a shadow from the corner of his vision and instantly felt a chill down his spine.

He hurriedly defended himself with a greatsword just as Ray's punch landed.

Boom!

The sword was almost crushed, bending until it was half broken, and Argo was launched into the air.

"Hmm, this sword dispersed my power?"

Ray looked at the seriously injured Argo with a frown. He hadn't held back with his punch, yet he was still unable to completely crush Argo's body.

"Cough, cough." Argo violently coughed up blood as he looked at Ray in disbelief.

"You, how are you here…"

Ray didn't give him the opportunity to rest, casually attacking again.

"Fuck." Argo cursed as he took out another longsword and slashed at the incoming Ray.

As the sword sliced through the air, Ray felt a sense of danger from the blade, as if it could slice through his defence like a hot knife through butter.

"Be careful, Ray, his skill allows him to coat any sword in mutation energy and basically cut anything with it," Seraphine shouted worriedly.

"Oh?" Ray's curiosity was piqued as he heard Seraphine's warning.

Without hesitation, he slashed with his hand toward Argo's wrist, which was gripping the sword. The motion was swift, bending Argo's arm unnaturally just as the blade was about to strike Ray.

"Ahhh–"

A piercing scream tore from Argo's throat, his voice filled with agony. The sword clattered to the ground.

His eyes widened in disbelief as he stared at his bent hand, now hanging uselessly at his side. The sight of his own deformed limb filled him with a terror unlike anything he had ever known.

"What happened to my arm?" Argo started to cry and sob.

"Really?" Ray looked at Argo strangely. "Does it hurt?"

Argo almost instinctively nodded his head.

"Well." Ray casually bent the other hand as well. "Now it will hurt more."

"Ahhhhh!"

Argo cried in pain again, completely immobile. His intermittent sobs, wet pants, and snot-covered face made him look extremely pitiful.

It was as if the previous psycho persona was just a gimmick.

Ray knew that Argo's breakdown wasn't just a gimmick but the effect of lawlessness. Now that Argo felt pain, he finally realized he was in a harsh, painful reality.

Argo looked at Ray with a miserable expression. "Please, spare me…"

"Should I?" Ray made a thoughtful expression, as if genuinely contemplating the plea.

"Yeah, I can be your dog. Please, spare me." Argo's eyes lit up with a desperate hope, clinging to the chance for survival.

"The men and women you have killed, did they get a chance?" Ray's voice dropped to a whisper, laden with a deep menace.

Argo shook his head, and Ray's lips curled into a smile.

Seeing the smile, Argo's sense of dread intensified. "Spare me–" he started, but his plea was cut off as Ray's fist, shot toward him enlarging in his vision as if it was his death counter.

Bang!

Argo's vision went blank, and he limped to the ground, lifeless.

"Bind," Ray muttered under his breath, a hint of nervousness in his voice.

He was truly afraid of returning to the realm of the dead and facing those terrifying creatures.

Luckily, as he visualised the image in his head, which was much clearer since the advancement of Necromancer to III, the black orb appeared in front of him without Ray needing to go to the realm of the dead.

Ray had a vague idea of how the mechanics of the Necromancer worked.

As long as he had enough strength, he could directly pull the soul without going there. However, if the soul was strong, he needed to go there in person, and if he couldn't pull the soul...

Ray shuddered, his body instinctively trembling.

When Ray was in that realm of death, he felt like the entire place was staring at him with every move he made, as if it were alive.

"Sigh."

Ray shook his head and waved the black orb at the corpse of Argo.

This guy had terrifying attack power, but all his other aspects were thin as paper. It would be perfect for him to be Ray's summon.

Ray wanted him to be the rider of the Raven.

With its power and speed combined with Argo's terrifying swords, their opponents wouldn't even know how they died.

Besides, the person could regenerate no matter how he was killed, making the two even more suitable as a pair.

As the eerie darkness spread, Ray felt instinctively that he could now casually summon Argo. As for the corpse, it had already vanished.

"Let's take care of the other guys." Ray moved, his figure turning blurry.

…

A huge figure traveled through the place, destroying everything in his path, completely unfazed.

However, there was horror, terror, and hatred in his eyes as he looked back.

"Ray, I will never let you go," King said with resentment and rage.

When the world was stable, he felt like he would eventually die in the war like a king.

However, when the Apocalypse happened, King saw his chance and immediately mobilised all the people he needed that were still somewhat loyal.

King wanted to rule this world and have everything for himself. With this Apocalypse, this was his chance to do it.

Especially since the power of his Awakening was S-class, his confidence grew even more, but all was destroyed by Ray.

He had only three clones that he could create, and each one was valuable and had saved his life. Now, Ray had already destroyed two of them.

At this time, his mind was filled with rage.

But just then, he crashed into a wall, not paying attention.

"Huh?"

King barely stood up, looking at the broken wall with a frown. Then he noticed his surroundings.

He looked around, finding himself inside a building.

"What?"

"King," a voice full of hatred sounded behind him as the entire building collapsed on him.

Despite the entire building collapsing, King's eyes were only in one place.

"You are…"