I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

The moment Ray reached the building, his expression became entirely blank, but the terrifying killing intent radiating from his body was terrifying.

Natalia and Violet, having already experienced his wrath, felt their faces pale even further.

The realisation sank in that their entire fate was literally in Ray's hand, filling their minds with despair.

"Ray," Vanessa said, her face full of worry.

"Who died?" Ray spoke in a low, hoarse tone.

Although he had been interrupted by this trio, he hadn't forgotten the main reason for his anger.

Not only that, when she died, Ray could feel a slight loss in strength, as if it had vanished. This was clearly due to the disappearance of his genes along with her, causing that slight loss of power.

He had asked the system about it, and for the first time, it replied—or rather, Ray had modified it to give him an answer.

A simple red screen appeared in front of him, stating that only after his child is truly born would he receive the strengthening permanently.

Until then, if the gene died prematurely, he would lose his stats, although his skills would remain intact. There was also an additional bonus after the child's birth.

For Ray, this was simply nothing at all, but this wasn't just about mere stats.

"Ray..." Vanessa hesitated.

"Tell me."

Ray spoke again in a hoarse tone, his rage indescribable.

"She is... Aurora," Vanessa barely voiced, her tone tinged with sadness.

"Aurora." Ray's pupils flickered.

She was the grey-haired model he was most fond of among the women. Her figure was slim and...

Tears started to slowly form in Ray's eyes, as if they were threatening to spill.

Just remembering her made him feel extremely depressed and sad, his entire complexion becoming pale, and his aura seemingly gloomy.

It was as if he was suffering from deep depression.

"Are you okay, Ray?" Yuna tugged at his sleeve.

Ray rubbed the corner of his eyes and forced a sunny smile. "Yeah, I'm fine."

Yuna didn't speak; she just leaned against his tall frame, offering silent comfort.

It is often said that real men don't cry, and perhaps that's true. With the burden of the family resting on your shoulders, how could you afford to cry and show weakness? What would happen to the others if they saw you break down?

Ray didn't consider crying a sign of weakness. However, no matter how sad, depressed, grief-stricken, or angry he felt, he refused to make the atmosphere around him even more sombre.

His black pupils flickered, countless thoughts racing through his mind.

Ray clenched his hand into a fist, his nails digging deep into his palm, drawing fiery red blood that stained his hand, the pain made him calm.

"Let's go back now."

Ray's eyes glinted with ruthlessness.

He would absolutely slaughter those responsible for Aurora's death. The military was already destroyed, but what remained?

Ray's gaze locked onto Natalia, his killing intent intensifying. The figure under the black cloak couldn't help but tremble. The layer of skin ripped off her cheek was visible through the torn fabric, making her look even more pitiful.

"We're going back." Ray's eyes were clouded with emotion, but he suppressed it, dragging the two women even more fiercely, nearly tearing their hair out.

"Oh, Greg, rip their limbs apart," Ray suddenly ordered, his voice cold as he looked at Elyon and Roger.

Though Ray had cast his healing skill on Roger, ensuring he wouldn't die immediately, his condition was still critical, teetering on the edge of death.

Elyon, who was relatively unscathed, didn't dare to move as he was too terrified to act. But when he heard Ray's cruel command and saw the cold look in his eyes, dread overtook him.

"Noo…" Elyon wanted to scream from the depths of his heart, his pupils darting frantically for any escape route. But Greg was faster, appearing in front of Elyon in an instant.

"Right away, boss," Greg grinned, his hand blazing with fire as he chopped off Elyon's hand like a hot knife slicing through butter.

"Ahh…" Elyon's scream was gut-wrenching.

Although the cut was clean, the soul-rending pain was unbearable, making him wish for death.

Greg showed no mercy, swiftly cutting off Elyon's legs with the same precision and doing the same to Roger.

The heat from the flames clogged the wounds, preventing more blood loss, but the agony was unimaginable.

Elyon's heart-wrenching screams made even Greg, the perpetrator, feel his skin crawl.

Ray watched coldly, without a shred of pity. His expression was calm, but there was only one thought in his mind.

"They must all die."

Although Ray had obtained these girls in a somewhat twisted way, he truly cared for them and loved them deeply—every single one of them.

When Ray returned to the apartment, he took time to recuperate from his wounds.

For the first time in a while, he didn't spend the night with any of the girls—until Yuna came over, snuggling into his embrace before falling asleep.

Ray, too, found comfort in holding her soft body, feeling a deep sense of peace.

When Ray woke up, he found that seven women had joined him during the night, all sleeping peacefully in his embrace.

"You girls…" Ray shook his head, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Gently, he pushed their snuggling bodies aside and walked up to the mirror in the bathroom.

Ray had fully recovered, with his skin having grown anew, looking even more vibrant than before.

But...

There wasn't a single hair on Ray's body—not his eyebrows, the hair on his head, nor even down there.

"This…" Ray looked at himself in disbelief. He tried using his healing skill on himself, but to his despair, nothing happened.

His hair didn't grow back, not even a little.

"Is it because my hair has a normal recovery rate?" he frowned.

Although he was still undeniably handsome, hair gave someone a unique style—something his now shiny head clearly lacked.