YM778.TV Chapter 102: Spreading his Genes again***
"Ohhh—" the girl\'s eyes widened as she tightly hugged Ray, panting heavily.
As the last of his essence sank in, a red panel appeared in the corner of his vision.
"Finally, I\'ve done it," Ray muttered to himself, a satisfied expression on his face.
He sat down, and the girl lay weakly in his arms, her breath fiery and laboured.
"Should we go for another round, husband?" she asked, her voice laced with exhaustion yet desire.
"Should we?" Ray chuckled playfully as he looked at the girl\'s satisfied expression. "You\'re really good at it, but if I really do it…"
He lightly touched her crotch area, causing her to tremble.
"Can your body handle it?"
"No," the girl shook her head. "But—"
"No buts. What is your name?"
"Lucy," she said with a smile, snuggling close to him.
Ray remained in a stationary position, feeling the aftereffects of post-nut clarity. He gently pushed her aside.
"I\'m going."
"Are you coming back?"
"Of course I will, for all the women." Ray turned back with a smile and left.
After he left, Lucy\'s lips curled into a smile.
"Looks like he won\'t forget me then. I\'m really envious of those nine women, especially Freya," Lucy thought to herself, falling onto the bed with exhaustion.
Ray had already established himself as the big boss by dominating the entire area, especially with the renovation and creation of skyscrapers.
The normal population around here was actually quite limited, not even reaching four digits, and the place was spacious at least initially.
However, more and more refugees had joined over time, all under Ray\'s control.
This place had become a safe haven, especially after it was posted on the internet by Greg or other so-called influencers. People flocked to this place in droves.
It was estimated that the population had already reached ten thousand and would likely reach twenty thousand soon.
A safe haven that allowed people to eat at will was an immense attraction for the weak and helpless, who were probably hiding in basements or malls.
This kind of opportunity became a fatal attraction, and the currency of choice became the Green Pill.
The population of the entire country might soon be surpassed by Ray\'s city!
Ray, of course, became the godlike figure of the entire place, and pleasing him was akin to being at the top of the food chain.
It wasn\'t a crime for people to want a better life for themselves, and Lucy, along with the other girls, happily accepted their new roles.
As Lucy slept with a satisfied smile, Ray stepped out of the room.
Glancing at the red panel, he felt both excited and depressed at the same time.
"There have already been thirty women, but not one of the genes can be Awakened." Ray\'s disappointment was evident.
"It looks like the chance of having an Awakening-capable baby really decreases the more I do this. I\'ll need to find an Awakened mother."
He narrowed his eyes and muttered to himself.
"Status."
The red panel immediately appeared in front of him.
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[Name: Ray Crownwell]
[Status: Awakened (A-class)]
[Skill: Body Strengthening (Awakening IV), Necromancer (Awakening III), Analyser (Awakening I), Weapon Master (Awakening I), Fire Magic (Awakening I), Lightning Arts (Awakening II), Healer (Awakening I), Ice Magic (Awakening I), Mechanic (Awakening I), Genetic Synchronisation (Awakening I), Overload of the Sky (Awakening I)]
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His skills were numerous, but there had been no change in them for a while.
"Let\'s advance my Overload of the Sky first," Ray mumbled as he looked at his mutation energy.
His eyes widened in shock when he saw the price of a whopping one thousand mutation energy to advance from Awakening I to II for A-class: Lord of the Sky.
This skill would allow him to rule the sky metaphorically, enabling him to float in the air and even control the weather of the surroundings but that was about it.
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-Mutation energy: 1587
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If he advanced Overload of the Sky, he would use almost two-thirds of his mutation energy.
His mutation energy had increased somewhat, with the thousand he gained from killing Kikyo and an additional two hundred accumulated over the past month.
Ray\'s main focus had been on building the city rather than spreading his genes or killing undead, so both areas were lacking.
If he concentrated fully, he could probably spread his genes to all thirty women within a week and defeat significantly more undead.
However, the city\'s development was crucial, so he had to proceed slowly with his other goals.
"Now I need to find more women," he muttered to himself as he walked through the luxurious living room. His gaze suddenly fell on the two bowing women.
"Violet, come here," Ray spoke without much expression and headed into his room.
"Yes, master." Violet said slowly, standing up from the ground and walking forward without hesitation, though fear was evident in her eyes.
Natalia\'s face paled as she watched Violet leave. "Has that bastard really forgotten me?"
"But it would be better this way so I can find my escape path."
Natalia had a strong will; she wanted to be better than anyone. Although she acted meekly, that wasn\'t truly the case.
"To survive and leave this damn place, I\'ll slaughter him and all these shitty bitches," she mumbled as she heard loud screams that gradually turned into moans from inside the room.
"Damn it, he is never gentle with us, treating us like dirt."
As Natalia spoke, she couldn\'t contain her frustration and blurted it out loud.
Her one eye was blind, so only when Yuna came closer did Natalia see Vanessa.
"You…" Natalia froze in place, staring at Yuna\'s calm gaze.
She immediately cursed her luck.
Of all people, Yuna, who was most favoured by Ray and always cuddled by him, had come at this inconvenient time.
"What should I do?" The colour drained from Natalia\'s face as she remembered Ray\'s punishments.
If Yuna really told Ray about this, she might really be killed.
However, contrary to her expectations, Yuna walked up to her and handed her breakfast.
"Is she naive enough to forgive me?"
Before Natalia could rejoice, she felt a sharp pain in her cheeks as the sound of clapping echoed in the room.