I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Even though the dog was stronger, but that was only in a single fight. Even with the terrifying regeneration of the summoned dog, Ray eventually ran out of his mutation energy.

"Cancel." Ray sighed.

"Oh well, at least I cleared all the undead in the area except these four." His pupil flickered.

He didn't immediately take action against the four level one human undead. He could take his time when the supply was still plenty in the house.

"Status."

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[Name: Ray Crownwell]

[Status: Awakened (B-class)]

[Skill: Body Strengthening (Awakening III), Necromancer (Awakening I)]

[Strength: 120 Kg (60 original)]

[Speed: 68 Km/h (34 original)]

[Stamina: 6 original]

[Physique: 6 original (1 for a normal adult male)]

[Mental strength: 4 (1 for the average adult man)]

[Mutation energy: 36]

[Binding summon: one undead dog (level one) 2 ME/min]

[Shop points: 0]

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"It has increased by so little?" Ray looked at the familiar red panel and couldn't help but sigh.

There were at least three hundred undeads, but after killing them, they turned into a pitiful more than 30 mutation points.

"Maybe I should farm the undead myself."

This thought appeared in his heart, and he was quite tempted, but his life would be in danger if he did so. Completely not in style with a necromancer.

He would prefer to live lazily while the summons did all his work.

Only a fool would risk his life, and who knows if there were level two undead hidden in that crowd.

If that was the case, then his little life could easily end there without having the opportunity to spread the genes.

Ray shook his head, washing away the unnecessary thoughts from his head.

And went back up to check on Freya and Grace who were casually chattering in the living room.

"What are you two talking about?" Ray couldn't help but ask curiously.

When the two girls heard Ray's voice, they almost shouted in fright but calmed down looking at Ray's face with some grievances.

"Hmph, it is a girl's talk, you are not allowed to hear it." Grace said with a rosy hue spreading across her face.

"That's right," Freya also seemed to nod her head in agreement.

Ray was speechless. "I have already seen everything already so what's the problem in letting me in your chatting?"

"Hmph, no." Grace resolutely refused.

"Alright." Ray dejectedly turned around about to leave.

Seeing the dejected back of Ray, Grace couldn't help but feel guilty.

"It's just a little chatter of us sisters, Ray."

"Hey, I know." Ray casually said and left the place. "Oh, by the way, I took care of all the undead in this area, only four level one human undeads are left now."

"Already?" Grace exclaimed.

"Yeah, we will take care of the undead tomorrow, rest up." Ray casually said.

"Alright."

"Hmm, Ray." Freya had a hesitant expression.

"What's wrong?" Ray turned curiously to her.

"I am thirsty," Freya became nervous when she saw the weird expression on Ray's face, hurriedly explaining, "we need clean water. You two can drink mutated water as well, but I can't."

Her tone was a little aggrieved.

Sometimes she couldn't help but feel an inferiority complex because of this. These two were awakened while she was still a normal person.

Her status, although not told, was inferior to them. At least that was what she thought.

"Don't worry about that." Ray's tone suddenly turned serious. "In front of my eyes, you two have the same status. As long as you can give me a football team, I will take care of you for life."

Freya nodded her head with a sigh.

He remained silent after returning to his room.

Ray couldn't say more than this because it was his true thought. All other things would just be fake consolation at most.

With that said, the night soon passed after a delicious meal.

Ray looked at the little depressed Freya with his pupil flickering.

"Let's just give her own time." He thought in his heart.

The next day, Ray and Grace walked out fully prepared with all the equipment.

"Are these the four level one undead?" Grace gulped nervously while peering through the gate.

"Yeah." Ray casually stated. "Get ready."

"Alright." She nodded in understanding, taking a deep breath.

Her eyes closed, focusing to form a mental image in her mind.

Swish!

The wind tore as the ice element gathered, forming a large sharp spike made entirely of ice.

When her eyes snapped open, the ice spike shot at a terrifying speed and drilled into the head of one of the level one undead.

Not only that, the ice started to spread and almost froze the other three level one undead as well.

Ray was almost stunned on the spot.

"Has her strength already increased to such a level with just one advancement?" he thought while casually throwing the knives at the remaining injured three undeads.

Although it was a casual move, you have to know that Ray's strength has increased by a terrifying level.

The knives almost traveled leaving after images before they instantly destroyed the three injured level one undead.

The three undead's heads popped, and the brain mucus splattered on the ground, creating a grotesque sight.

Ray had pretty much adapted to such a sight, however, when he looked to his left at Grace who was vomiting almost unceremoniously, he could only gently pat her back.

"Are you alright?"

"Hmm," Grace nodded as she quickly recovered with gritted teeth.

"Then, let's go then."

Ray said before he walked forward and for the first time opened the gates of the apartment.

The wind was refreshing as it fell on him, his small hair slightly fluttered.

Unfortunately, Ray couldn't appreciate the wind currently, not with the countless undead corpses lying in front of him.

He directly walked in front of the four level one human and undead and started to slowly mobilize the mutation energy in his body.

But just then, a red panel appeared in front of him.