I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Ray turned to Violet, who was crying and sobbing with a painful expression on her face. Her legs grew weak, and she collapsed to the ground, lying there as her expression gradually morphed into utter despair.

"What are you crying about, woman?" he asked, striding up to her. He tightly clutched her neck, lifting her to his eye level.

"This is war. It is inevitable for you to lose your loved ones..."

There was no fear in Violet's eyes, only anger as she glared at Ray. "You dare to kill my father? I will kill you."

"How?" Ray pinched her cheeks with an amused smile, his expression reflecting in her eyes, causing him to flinch slightly.

He had to admit, he really did look like a devil now. His skin was still destroyed, making him resemble a humanoid red monster without skin or any hair.

"You… I will kill you."

"Sure." Ray tightened his grip around her neck, causing her windpipe to contract. Soon, she couldn't breathe.

Her limbs flailed as her survival instincts kicked in, and she looked at Ray's cold eyes in horror.

"He's really going to kill me." Violet's body involuntarily froze, her instincts screaming at her to survive.

The trace of hatred in her eyes was replaced by fear, the primal fear of death.

What is the most terrifying thing in the world? Certainly, people have different opinions. However, for us living beings, the irreplaceable fear is the fear of facing death. This instinct is engraved in our souls completely.

Why do we instinctively know how to breathe the moment we are born, as if this knowledge is etched into our bodies the moment we touch air? Because our bodies don't want to die!

When we grow up, we are influenced by numerous things that shape our perspectives, but the fear of death remains deeply engraved in all our souls. No one truly wants to die unless their rationality is consumed by emotions, suppressing the instinct to live.

Violet had believed she was unafraid of death after enduring the hellish training in the military camp. But now, facing Ray's cold eyes, her legs trembled, and a warm liquid flowed down, staining the ground.

The pungent smell reached Ray, and his cold expression turned strange, giving her a deep look. His grip loosened, allowing her a moment of respite.

"Please don't kill me…" she pleaded, her voice trembling with fear, her eyes filled with a pitiful desperation.

Violet didn't realise that because she was the general's daughter, the tasks assigned to her in the military camp were much lighter than those given to others. She had endured barely a tenth of what others, even the other girls, had to face.

But, like many, she was caught in a delusion, believing her experience to be as harsh as anyone else's.

"Do you really want to live?" Ray asked, a chilling smile spreading across his face.

If he had still looked like his former self, that smile might have been charming. But now, with his appearance resembling that of a red devil, it was terrifying, causing Violet to tremble even more.

Violet nodded frantically, her expression pitiful. "I will be your slave; just please spare me…"

Ray released his grip on her neck, letting her fall to the ground with a thud.

"Oww," Violet groaned, rubbing her sore butt with a pained expression. "Why did you do that?" she complained.

Violet looked at Ray, and in that instant, her eyes filled with pure terror.

"Do you want to live?" Ray asked, his voice devoid of emotion.

He knew she had been a willing participant in the attacks against him and his women; there was no way he would spare her. But granting her a swift death would be too merciful.

Facing death was scary, not the death itself.

"Yes," she whispered, her voice trembling.

"Then make sure to live in misery," Ray replied, showing his white teeth in a chilling smile. "Lick it."

He tapped his leg.

"Eh… eh… what?" Violet's eyes widened in shock.

"Do you want me to say it again?" Ray's voice was hoarse but commanding.

"Yes, yes, I will do it." Violet's expression instantly paled.

She lowered her head, feeling a wave of disgust rise in her chest. Ray's leg was rinsed in mud, and the thought of what she was about to do made her stomach churn.

She felt nauseous, nearly on the verge of vomiting.

Violet's body trembled with humiliation, for a moment she felt like death was better than this. But the sharp pain in her neck forced her back to the harsh reality.

"Hmm?" Ray's voice brought her out of her thoughts, and in her fear, she immediately lunged forward, pressing her head to his leg and sticking out her tongue with closed eyes filled with humiliation.

"This feeling… isn't so bad," Ray murmured to himself, feeling a strange, tickling sensation. He found himself enjoying it, even if just slightly. "When did I develop this kink?" he thought, his expression turning odd.

Finally, Ray retracted his leg. "That's enough."

Violet's trembling body flinched, and she quickly bowed in a traditional Japanese seiza style, her head low to the ground, trying to contain her shame and fear.

"Looks like you're quite sensible," Ray said, looking at her "m" with a sharp look. He couldn't help but compare Violet to others, noting that this butt was definitely larger than most women's.

Of course, he thought with a smirk, it didn't compare to Gina's—she was a certified MILF.

Ray glanced meaningfully in a certain direction before grabbing Violet by the hair and dragging her through the mud.

"It's enough bloodshed for today," he muttered in his heart.

Despite his body's strength and high vitality from his resilience skill, he was still seriously injured.

Pushing himself further could have severe consequences.

As he considered this, he reached the gate, his grip on Violet's hair tightening as he met up with the others.

"Ray." Vanessa and Freya immediately fell into his embrace, both sobbing intermittently, while Yuna hesitated at the edge.

"What happened?" Ray asked softly.

"One of our sisters died."

Ray paused involuntarily, his eyes nearly going bloodshot with rage.

"Who was it?"

Vanessa and Freya, close to him, could feel the overwhelming killing intent emanating from his body, like a volcano on the verge of eruption.