I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Ray looked ahead and felt an increasing danger to his life. He suddenly halted in place.

"What happened, Ray?" Seraphine asked as she frowned from within his embrace.

She too started to feel the faint threat of danger, making her immediately fall silent.

"Who is it?"

Ray put her down and squinted, looking around their surroundings.

Although he couldn't find anything wrong with the surroundings, he could definitely feel something was amiss. His intuition and increased mental strength made him very sensitive to things.

It felt like he was in an illusion.

"Hmm," Ray mumbled as he touched the grass growing by the side of the road with a frown.

Everything felt real, but at the same time, it didn't.

"Let's use my skill analyzer," Ray decided decisively.

He always turned it off or on while trailing King because he didn't want to be overloaded with information, enough to literally melt his brain. But now he had to do it.

As Ray looked at his surroundings, his brows raised in surprise.

"Come out."

Ray directly punched the ground several times before everything started to crack like a mirror, creating countless webs as if reality itself was breaking.

"This is…" Seraphine muttered nervously. Instinctively, she leaned towards him, her soft body touching his skin.

He didn't focus on this for now as he looked ahead.

Soon everything cracked and revealed a new place. Ray and Seraphine found themselves inside a building with the shelves completely shut.

"Interesting," Ray's mouth twitched as he caught her by the waist and jumped up just as the building was about to collapse on them.

Ray's jump was almost equivalent to flying straight into the air.

When Seraphine looked down at the five-story-tall building that had already collapsed, she frowned.

"Elyon?" her eyes narrowed.

"Is this Elyon's ability?" Ray asked, amused.

"Yeah, it should be. He can create buildings using the awakening skill he has mastered. Even the walls and the dome-shaped structure were made by him, but his story is quite miserable…"

Seraphine didn't speak further, but Ray could understand.

"Hahaha, King, I didn't expect your own subordinate to betray you in the end," he snickered, with some pity in his eyes.

"By the way, do you like rides in those parks?" He turned towards Seraphine.

"What do you mea-?"

Seraphine felt the terrifying wind hitting her face, her head feeling a little uncomfortable from the motion.

Boom!

She heard a large boom, and the next moment she opened her eyes, her face was inches away from touching the ground.

"Are you alright?" Ray spoke as he straightened her.

Seraphine felt dazed, almost losing her balance. She gazed at him with a slightly aggrieved expression.

Even her cold demeanour was lost.

"I really have broken your icy face many times now, huh," Ray said with a chuckle.

Seraphine didn't respond to him as she formed light blue armour around her body, just as she was about to get attacked by a sword made of light.

"Who is it?" she coldly stated.

"They won't come out just because you said it," Ray teased from the side, his attitude like that of a person who was watching from the sidelines.

"You have to force them out."

His expression suddenly turned cruel as he shot forward and punched.

A scream was heard as two people crashed, breaking a tree before finally stopping.

"Is that Elyon?"

Seraphine immediately recognized one of the people; he was a skinny boy with those iconic round glasses.

"Ptui-"

Elyon violently coughed up blood as he looked at Ray in horror.

"Then who is this other guy?" Ray casually walked up to them.

The person was wearing an old dress worn by people, no, knights, from Europe. He wore a chainmail shirt, each ring interlocked with care, worn over a padded red gambeson.

Before Ray could reach him, the guy stood in the blink of an eye while pointing the thin sword at him.

The sword looked more like a stick; however, it still gave off a feeling of sharpness from its edges.

"Interesting sword you've got there," Ray flexed his muscles, stretching his fingers.

"You can't beat me," the man scoffed as a flash of light shone brightly, causing even Ray to close his eyes.

The next moment, Ray felt a pain in his chest as he opened his eyes to see the sword stabbing his chest right to his heart.

Ray broke out in a cold sweat. If his skin wasn't thick enough, he might really have been pierced in one strike, and his heart destroyed.

If that had happened, even with the Rejuvenation ability with Physique and Vitality, he still wouldn't be able to live for long. Ray didn't have the capability to live if his heart was destroyed, at least not yet.

Ray punched with his fist, and the light flashed in the surrounding area.

The next moment, the man had taken a distance from him.

"Now be arrogant, you arrogant bastard." The man put his thin sword forward, the corner of his mouth curving upwards.

"Don't underestimate him, Roger."

"Call me Lancelot," Roger said with a hint of dissatisfaction.

"Hey, he could force King to die twice; he's useful," Elyon said calmly, standing up from the ground and straightening his collar.

"Do you really want to invite him to the organisation?" Roger's expression changed slightly.

"He's worthy. Didn't you see the video I sent you?"

"Yeah, I saw it, but without speed, he's nothing," Roger replied with a trace of disdain, though he was undoubtedly moved.

Ray really did have monstrous strength, after all.

"Hmm?" Elyon coughed up blood again, two of his front teeth falling to the ground.

"Bastard, I want to kill you," Elyon muttered furiously, glaring at the two teeth in his hand. Rage flared in his eyes as he turned to face Ray.

"I thought he was joining us," Roger said lightly, his tone almost mocking.

"But—" Elyon hesitated, gritting his teeth. The pain from his broken tooth only fueled his hatred further.

"Have you even asked me if I wanted to join you weaklings?" Ray's deep voice cut through the two, making both of them involuntary shudder.

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