I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

"Hmm?" the drunk man mumbled, glancing around while sipping his drink.

At that moment, the waitress—a woman wearing cat ears and a tail as part of her maid outfit—approached with a polite business smile.

"Sir, please place an order. You can't stay in the café without ordering," she said, forcing a smile as she endured the nauseating smell of alcohol.

The drunk man immediately broke into a lecherous grin, his expression particularly unpleasant as his eyes flashed with desire while he stared at her.

"Please don't look at me like that, or I'll call the police. So, behave yourself," the waitress said with a chuckle.

"Hehe."

The man giggled, his eyes shifting around the room. "Might as well have some fun while I'm here."

Suddenly, the cat-eared waitress felt a bad premonition in her heart.

"This is Gene City—you'll die if you—"

Her words were cut off by sudden screams filling the café.

In the next moment, her eyes widened as she took in the sight of blood splattered across the floor, the walls—everywhere she looked.

The catwoman collapsed to the floor, vomiting almost immediately.

"Hehe, my little cat, did you open your eyes?" the drunk man giggled. "I was only here to scout, but since I've found such a precious gem, it would be a shame not to taste it, wouldn't it?"

With a ferocious expression, he lunged at her.

Then—

Boom!

Blood splattered across the room, the drunk man's remains utterly destroyed.

The catwoman stared at the scene, her face pale, a mix of horror and confusion in her eyes.

"Who dares to commit a crime in my domain?"

A magnetic voice echoed through the room as a cloudy substance slowly materialized. The cloud gradually formed the vague silhouette of a man before Ray fully emerged from it.

"Lord Ray," the cat woman whispered, her eyes lighting up with fascination as she gazed at him.

Ray glanced at her briefly and cleared his throat softly. He wouldn't deny having a certain fondness for the sight, but he quickly refocused his attention.

"Let's bind this guy to my summons first. I'm interested in his morphing abilities," Ray thought to himself. Since the man had entered through an "illegal" route, Ray already knew everything about him, from top to bottom.

He had constructed a powerful barrier around the city, and all the illegal entry points were, in fact, decoys he had set up to detect those with malicious intent.

It would be a foolish notion to think that everyone comes to his city only to live.

The crime rate was basically zero here due to his superior surveillance with the use of his Lord of the Sky and the police, which were basically his summons working twenty-four hours a day. Nothing could escape his eyes.

As Ray finished the summoning in just a few seconds, the eerie darkness spread outward, consuming the entire place.

Then, in front of the two's eyes, a man appeared wearing a cloak, but this cloak was covered in darkness in fact his entire frame was covered in darkness.

"Gene Synchronisation," Ray muttered in his heart, and immediately he felt some changes in his mutation energy as it flickered adding more attribute to it

"It's an A-class skill." Immediately, Ray's brows raised with a little puzzlement.

A-Class still carries a lot of weight, especially with his terrifying Gene Synchronization and Lord of the Sky skills. The latter was slightly upgraded by his Lightning Arts to a Pseudo S-Class level.

While contemplating this, Ray turned to the cat lady.

"Hello," he smiled at her.

"Hello," the cat lady responded, her face blossoming with a smile.

"What's your name?" Ray asked curiously.

The cat lady's face bloomed even more as she muttered, "This is my chance."

"My name is Shika, Master Ray."

Shika bowed her head, stunning Ray a little.

"Would you like to come to my humble apartment?"

"Yes!" Shika coughed slightly, "Yes, Master Ray."

Ray gave her a meaningful look and took her to the sky, then into his luxurious, tall skyscraper, where she was guided to her new room by the servants.

Ray didn't focus much on Shika as he hurriedly floated toward his destination, a hint of panic in his movements.

"I hope I'm not too late," he muttered to himself.

As soon as Ray opened the door, the sound of a baby crying filled the room.

"Wahh! Ahh!"

In that instant, Ray felt like his entire world had brightened. Numerous prompts flashed before his eyes, but he ignored them—all his attention was on the tiny, pale-skinned baby.

The room was filled with advanced medical equipment, and on a large bed lay Freya, looking weak, surrounded by women in white coats.

In Freya's arms, the newborn cried loudly, its small body still covered in blood.

"My baby…" Ray whispered, his voice filled with emotion.

Ray fell to his knees, his eyes welling up with tears.

Slowly, he stood and approached the baby.

"Master Ray, we should wash the baby first before—"

But Ray didn't listen to the woman in the white coat. He didn't care if his image in their minds was ruined—nothing else mattered at that moment.

Trembling, he stepped closer.

"Let me hold her, Freya," Ray said, extending his arms.

Freya smiled warmly, her face glowing with maternal love as she gazed at their child.

"Yes, Ray," she whispered softly.

Ray gently took the baby into his arms, his tear-filled eyes straining to focus on her tiny face.

The baby opened her big, adorable eyes and let out a soft giggle. Ray's heart fluttered, and he nearly collapsed to the floor from the overwhelming emotion.

The surrounding water gathered on its own, gently washing away the blood without even wetting her in the process.

"Isn't she cute?" Freya whispered.

"Yes," Ray nodded, his eyes bright and glued to the baby's adorable face.

"Freya, you shouldn't be out of bed like that…"

"It's fine, Ray! I feel perfectly healthy and full of energy," she said, jumping around to prove her point.