I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

As the bomb dropped to the ground, it instantly turned a small area into a wasteland.

As for the black-cloaked figure, Ray didn't know what had happened to her. Whether she was dead or alive was still unknown, and he couldn't use the Analyzer skill to find out.

"Was that space broken because it was unstable and tore it apart so that the illusion collapsed?" At this moment, Ray was thinking about his previous experience. Actually, this woman was called Natalia, and her S-class skill is illusionist.

Obviously, since her Awakening was an S-class skill, it wasn't just a simple illusion; the entire world was a different space.

"Interesting—an illusion that can create another reality. If I didn't have the Analyzer skill and my strength, it would likely be impossible to escape that place. But even so, it would take time if not for the Space Mastery skill."

Ray looked at the aircraft with a bit of disappointment; all the bombs had already been dropped, making it useless.

So, he decisively pulled the lever, diving headfirst toward the ground at maximum speed.

With his Mechanic skill, even though he didn't know how to use it properly, just consuming some mutation energy made him a master at it.

The aircraft soon caught fire due to the acceleration, and the alarm rang in Ray's ears continuously.

Ray leaped from the already shattered glass and landed on the ground, casually crushing more soldiers as an explosion erupted behind him, engulfing the entire background in flames.

"Perfect," he muttered, a smirk curling at the corner of his lips, as he casually slashed with his curved knife, severing a soldier's neck with ease.

"Now."

Ray looked at the general with a smile on his face, a smile that was filled with violence and killing intent.

"Ray, don't be impulsive. Our military has already breached the city. Do you think your woman would be safe if you do something reckless?" The general's expression was stern as he pointed toward the city.

Freya was at gunpoint, held by a soldier, and she appeared to have sustained some injuries. Then, an eerie black light flashed, and the soldiers vanished.

"We can protect ourselves, Ray. You don't have to worry," Vanessa shouted from the top of the building.

Ray's smile grew even wider, sending a chill down everyone's spine.

"Not good," the bald, hunched man said, his eyes widening in alarm.

In front of his disbelieving eyes, the soldiers were instantly hacked into pieces clearing a way towards him.

A river of blood flowed as the bald man hurriedly tried to defend himself with his thick stick while Ray slashed with his curved small knife.

"Noo…" the bald man cried out in despair.

The stick offered no resistance against the curved knife. He desperately tried to channel mutation energy into it, which instantly repaired the stick and engulfed it in flames.

Yet, to his absolute horror, the curved knife cut through the flaming stick effortlessly, cleaving right through the center of his body and separating it into two pieces.

The bald hunched man's eyes were filled with unwillingness and fear as he took his last breath.

Blood gushed out like a fountain, almost as if it were raining, soaking Ray's figure in crimson.

At this point, Ray was completely drenched in blood, his nearly unrecognizable body with its destroyed skin resembling that of an undead, albeit without the mysterious text imprinted on it. His appearance was almost unrecognizable.

Looking at the corpses of the fallen soldiers, there was no trace of fear in his eyes. Instead, his pupils flickered with excitement.

War! Violence!

Ray began to laugh, a sound filled with pure exhilaration.

The General, observing Ray's maniacal laughter with narrowed eyes, said, "Ray, don't you feel guilty? These were soldiers who protected you and maintained peace here. You've slaughtered all these innocent souls."

"Guilty? Innocent?" Ray's laughter grew even more ferocious, his eyes reflecting a deep madness. "The moment they attacked me, I was no longer guilty."

"I have to congratulate the general instead this time."

The general felt an ominous feeling but still looked at Ray calmly and asked, "Why?"

"You awakened the inner monster inside me, the one that was bloodthirsty. Congrats—until every single one of you dies, I will not rest."

Ray spoke with a calmness that sounded like a death warrant to them.

"Retreat!" the general bellowed, his voice filled with desperation, as he sprinted away at full speed the moment Ray's eyes turned bloodshot.

Ray moved like lightning, relying solely on his brutal strength without using any Awakening skills, crushing everything in his path.

It was an absolute massacre. Countless bodies were cleaved in the blink of an eye.

"One, two, three, four…" As he hacked through the soldiers, Ray counted them, the ground turning crimson with each swing.

"Damn it."

The general gritted his teeth in fury, glancing back to see a grotesque scene—a pile of corpses and a river of blood stretching behind him, the stench of death particularly pungent.

His steps grew faster, but then he collided with something, sending him sprawling to the ground with blood streaming from his nose.

When the general looked up, he saw the bloodied figure of Ray towering over him, eyes blazing with fury.

"You have to be careful, Ray. Do you think we don't have 'Big Mommy'? Peter has already developed it and even made some improvements. If you dare to kill me, everything will be destroyed—"

Ray cut the general's throat deeply enough to inflict intense pain but not to kill him immediately.

"You talk too much."

Ray's voice was hoarse as he gripped the general's hand and began to pry off his nails, inflicting excruciating pain with every movement, his eyes gleaming with bloodlust.

"Ahhhh–" The general cried in a piercing voice that would make one's skin crawl just hearing it as Ray methodically removed each nail one by one.

"Huh."

At that moment, clarity seemed to return to the general's eyes, a flicker of rationality amidst this overwhelming pain.

"Who are you?" He tried to speak, his voice faltering as his vision grew hazy. He cried out once more, a final scream of pain as Ray dug out the last of his nails.