I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

"How dare you break into a person's house like that? I will be calling the police." The woman seemed to have a righteous expression on her face as she took out her phone.

"Who are you threatening?" Ray said with a joking look on his face. While he was doing this, he looked the woman up and down and couldn't help but admire her.

Unlike Freya, she had a curvy figure with not much fat stored in her belly and a thin waist with wide hips.

The woman felt the man's gaze and couldn't help but feel a chill down her spine.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" her eyes were filled with disgust.

"Hmm, why?" Ray just chuckled as he jumped at her just as she was about to take out a seemingly weapon.

His strength directly overpowered her and bent her hand.

"Ouch, ouch." The woman squirmed as she felt helpless against these powerful forces.

"What's this?" Ray took the spray from her and looked at it.

"Weren't you the one who locked me up when that level one undead came?"

"That, that…" the woman became extremely pale. "I was too scared at that time."

"I see. Being scared and giving me such reasonable questions and not even giving a weapon when I asked nicely?" Ray smiled.

At this time, the woman's eyes seemed to have gained clarity as she looked at him.

"Are you Ray?"

"Yes, Grace." Ray still had a smile.

Grace gritted her teeth. "If you don't let go of me, I will give you a lesson that you will remember forever."

"Oh?" He raised his brows. Why did this woman suddenly gain confidence?

Then Ray felt the temperature become extremely cold and an ice shard materialised in front of him on her other hand.

"You are too slow, lady." He smirked as he tightened his fist and punched right to the gut.

Cough! Cough!

Grace's pupils widened in disbelief while violently coughing. The ice she was accumulating was instantly cancelled as well.

"You are awakened, however, you are weaker than me. What, are you in disbelief at how I can punch you in the guts?" Ray sneered.

"You." Grace almost fainted, barely gaining her footing again.

Ray mercilessly punched again at the same spot, making her almost faint on the spot.

"You hid from me previously which is reasonable, I wouldn't trust a random stranger as well however even when I asked for a simple weapon you didn't give me instead locking me from the level one undead." He said lightly, punching her again at the same place.

Grace dropped to the floor weakly while pitifully looking at him as if for mercy.

If it was before the apocalypse, he might have taken pity on her, but not now.

In this cruel world, Ray had to adapt to it besides to get stronger he would still need her.

Ray picked her up in a princess carry with a tight grip.

"Ahhh, can you be gentle you bastard…" Grace cursed as she finally broke down in despair.

"Sure, I can be gentle." Ray slightly loosened his grips on her body. "I have to say you are really curvy and soft."

Grace slightly blushed almost instinctively. Women like compliments, in fact, we all do.

Soon, she was carried to where Freya was.

When she saw Grace in the embrace of Ray, Freya was stunned on the spot.

"Are you Aunt Grace?" she said with a little surprise.

"I am just 28." Grace said with an annoyed look.

"Alright, Alright." Freya gave a sly smile.

"You-"

"Freya. I will take a bath." Ray expressionlessly said casually throwing her in the bed.

"Yes." Freya hurriedly nodded "what about her?" she looked at Grace meaningfully.

Although she called her aunt, she was still very young with curvy hips and big boobs.

She was a little familiar with her but not familiar enough to protect her, the most they did was greeting when they occasionally met.

"Oh, she? Well whatever." Ray shrugged as he went to take a bath.

"Remember, if you resist or try to run away, then I would have to use force on you, and the consequences of running away are…"

He didn't speak any further, but Grace felt her entire back soaked in cold sweat.

Grace hurriedly nodded her head.

Even if she wanted to run away, where would she run away to?

The entire place was surrounded by an undead army, so where would she even go if she wanted to?

She didn't even dare to materialise her power.

Although the power of the ice element might sound mighty, in close proximity where the opponent could instantly reach you, it is as good as useless, at least for now because she needed a large amount of concentration and time to activate the ice element.

Even if Ray hadn't interrupted her previously with him gripping her hand tightly, the magic wouldn't have worked anyway without a completely silent environment.

Thinking of this, Grace sighed.

"Are you also an awakener, sister Grace?" Freya suddenly asked with a smile.

"Yes, I can control the ice element." she unhesitantly said, probably because she knew Freya already and wasn't on guard.

"Looks like I can't awaken," Freya spoke with a bitter expression while her eyes were filled with jealousy when she looked at Grace.

"Eh, did you kill an undead?"

"Yes, I did kill it. Ray brought me a restrained undead and said to kill it, but unfortunately, when I killed it by slamming into its head, the only thing I felt was nausea. If I killed a few more undead, I might even become undead myself."

"I see." Grace nodded with a thoughtful expression. Initially, she thought that anyone could be an awakener when they kill the undead, however, it seems like some people, if they kill undead instead, have an inverse effect.

The mutation causes harm to them rather than benefit. Only a selected people's Genes can adapt to this mutation.