I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Chapter 103: Breaking the Body's limit?

Ray quickly finished his task as the red panel appeared before him.

He casually tossed Violet's exhausted body to the side and sat down in the chair, naked, with a contemplative expression.

Violet lay weakly on the bed, groaning, her breathing ragged, and her body covered in red imprints.

"There's really less chance of getting an Awakenable baby now, huh," Ray muttered, his scowl deepening as he studied the panel.

Though a warm energy flowed through his body, it was insignificant, like a drop in a vast ocean.

The energy did slightly increase his stats, but it wasn't by much—barely worth mentioning.

"Status," he muttered in his mind, reviewing the basic changes he'd undergone.

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-Strength: 999 Kg (499 original) +124

-Speed: 596 Km/h (298 original) +64

-Stamina: 169 original +31

-Mental strength: 138 +31

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"Hmm?" Ray paused, a frown crossing his face. "The maths isn't mathing?"

He scrutinised the numbers in front of him. His strength had originally been at 499, and doubling that should have resulted in 998, yet the display showed 999.

"Based on the previous number, my strength should have already surpassed a metric ton, but it's not showing?" Ray muttered to himself, feeling a wave of frustration.

He considered opening up the system to check if there was a glitch, questioning whether something was wrong with its calculations.

"Hey, system, can't you do a simple maths calculation?" He really wanted to punch the system.

But there was no reply—just the complete silence of the room.

Silence.

In that silence, Ray's brows twitched slightly.

If Vanessa or Freya had been there, they would have probably touched his head, wondering if there was something wrong in his head.

Ray was sure of it.

But luckily, there was only Violet in the room, and even if she heard his grumbling, Ray wouldn't care.

"Did the system really mess up such a simple calculation?" Ray stared at the red panel. "Hey, system, get a calculator and do my stats again," he muttered with a slight cough, half-joking.

He pondered for a moment. "I can manipulate this system according to my will, right? That means I might be able to control it enough to get some answers."

With that thought, Ray sat back down on the seat, his mood lightening slightly. Sometimes, a little humour helped to lift his spirits and bring a more relaxed demeanour.

"What's the point of being serious all the time?" he mused.

Thinking this, Ray began fiddling with the system, using his will to alter the red screen in front of him as much as he could, experimenting with its interface.

She instantly regretted her decision, wishing she had just kept quiet instead of trying to curry favour.

"Master, please allow me to clean your things. My body can't handle it anymore," Violet trembled as she bowed to the ground.

"Alright," Ray said with a slight glance before closing his eyes again.

Violet gagged and coughed as she took in his monster but Ray never showed mercy without a hint of pity in his eyes.

After Violet finished her task, Ray silently left the place, not even glancing back at her.

"Damn it." Violet gritted her teeth and fell onto the bed with exhaustion. All her effort had been rendered pretty useless.

After coming out of the room, Ray was still deep in thought.

He wanted to go and take his revenge right then and there, but he wasn't stupid. It would be nothing but a fool's dream to think he could take on ten S-class Awakeners, or even more, by himself.

Even with his increased strength and speed, if he were really surrounded, it might be possible to escape, but not to kill them.

"Aurora, please forgive me. You'll have to wait longer for your revenge," Ray said, calming his killing intent and suppressing it deeply within him.

He needed to find a way to get stronger, and the quicker, the better. If he really waited for Freya's baby to be born, it would take about five months, and he couldn't wait that long.

Ray casually donned a bathrobe and settled onto the comfortable sofa with a chilled beer, watching TV.

There weren't any shows being made so all he could see was the recordings of his TV shows that he liked.

"Umm, Master Ray, Vice-Leader Greg has come to greet you."

Ray heard his secretary's voice and turned his attention towards her.

She had curly brown hair and wore glasses, but the tight black skirt and white shirt accentuated her curvy figure. Without the glasses, she would definitely be considered a beauty.

"Greg has arrived?" Ray thought for a moment, then stood up from the sofa, changed into some new clothes, and walked out.

"Shelly, let's go meet him."

"Yes, Master Ray." Shelly bowed, her face briefly flushed before returning to its usual calm demeanour.

Ray could see Shelly's flustered state but chose to ignore it.

She was both beautiful and highly competent, with master's degrees in multiple subjects. While these degrees were less significant in the apocalypse, her intelligence was undeniably high.

Soon, Ray met with the anxious Greg.

"What happened, Greg?" Ray asked calmly as he settled into his chair.

"Boss, it looks like Elyon has other intentions. He's been secretly trying to contact all the strong Awakeners in our city."

"Oh, I see." Ray glanced at the file before closing it. "He will die. He also played a role in Aurora's murder; I will not spare him."

"But his death would be even more miserable, making him wish for death."

Ray handed the file back to Greg. "You can return now."

"Yes, boss." Greg casually shrugged and left. He had essentially become Ray's right-hand man, managing the city and handling various affairs for him as for the left-hand....

"Seraphine, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to report something," Seraphine replied calmly and entered the room.