I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Chapter 128: Escape

"Was it really here?" Ray frowned, looking at the scene of utter destruction before him. The scorched land stretched out in front of him, the aftermath of a bombing.

Some fires were still burning, rising from the scorched earth, indicating that this had happened recently.

"Let me use the Analyzer skill."

Ray scanned his surroundings again and found…

Absolutely nothing!

"Oh, well," he muttered, glancing at Sibley with a curious expression.

"I... I don't know anything about this," Sibley stammered in horror. "Trust me, I really showed you the right place. The Temple of Gold was right here!"

"Hmm?"

Ray withdrew his gaze and casually stepped into the centre of the wasteland.

Sibley didn't seem to be lying, especially since she had surrendered to Ray. It was unlikely for her to deceive him, but just in case...

"Are there any locals here?" Ray asked.

"Yeah, there should be," Sibley nodded hurriedly.

"Show me the way."

Soon, Sibley led Ray to a small village about ten kilometres away.

As they travelled, a curious thought flashed through Ray's mind.

"What was your organisation's goal in the end?"

"Goal?" Sibley was stunned, raising her head as if trying to recall.

"I... I don't know."

"Useless," Ray shook his head with a disappointed expression.

"You..." Sibley gritted her teeth, trying hard to remember the details.

Back when she was just an ordinary girl working full-time at McDonald's, even during the war, she had met a strange blonde woman wearing a blindfold, carrying a briefcase full of money.

She had made her an offer she couldn't refuse, saying only one sentence: "I want to conquer the world, and you are my chess piece."

Sibley had been confused at the time, but she was too poor to turn down the offer, so she agreed without hesitation.

"The Seer said she wanted to conquer the world," Sibley stated firmly.

"Oh, conquer the world, huh? That's probably why..." Ray touched his chin thoughtfully.

By then, they had already arrived at the small village.

"There are still people living here?" Ray looked around, unable to spot any undead.

"Yeah," Sibley smiled. "We got rid of the entire undead army and freed the village."

"Oh, I see."

Ray used his senses to detect the villagers. Although they appeared a little malnourished, they were alive and well, going about their business.

For ordinary people outside his city, life was extremely miserable. Hunger, cannibalism, and other extreme atrocities could be seen almost everywhere in the apocalypse. This has become so common.

At least here, these people seemed to be living in a safe haven.

"Let's go inside."

Ray entered with Sibley following closely behind, only to be met with a scene of desolation—every door and window was shut tight.

"They're hiding," Sibley said, her expression unreadable. She walked up to one of the doors and knocked.

"Who is it?" a wary voice called out from inside.

"I'm Sibley. Open the door," she demanded, her expression turning cold.

"Oh, Madam Sibley!" The door creaked open, revealing a smiling woman.

"You're our saviour. I'm sorry for not opening the door sooner, madam."

She called out to the rest of the village, and soon people began pouring out of their thatched houses, filled with excitement and respect. They greeted Sibley with the warmest smiles Ray had ever seen.

"The person can be a villain from one's story, but from the other's story, the same person could be a hero."

Ray thought in his heart with a complicated glint in his eyes.

Just like the city he had built, this was the safe haven for the entire humanity and could be considered the only place for a safe haven, mostly because of the food supply to which Ray had to thank Vanessa sincerely.

Although she is a little mischievous, sometimes she really helps out a lot with her skill. Ray also synchronises with her to help in the creation of the green pills.

"A hero or a villain, who can decide?" Ray thought in his heart with an amused smile.

Nothing can be absolutely right or wrong in the world, so there was no point in dividing the line, at least in this context it was true.

"Everyone, line up," Sibley shouted, and immediately the expressions grew solemn, but the villagers didn't dare disobey her authority as they gradually formed a line.

She looked at Ray's expressionless face and was immediately flustered.

"Tell me, what happened to the base?" Sibley hurriedly interrogated.

"We don't know."

She immediately frowned, her expression turning cold. "Do you dare to not tell the truth?"

"We really don't know," the villagers shouted hurriedly.

At this time, a child raised his hand.

"I know."

"What is it?" Sibley's eyes immediately brightened. "Tell me everything."

"Well..." The child walked out of the crowd and smiled. "Sister, give us food, and I will talk."

"You," Sibley was stunned on the spot.

"I won't give you information for free," the child smiled cleverly. Before he could speak further, his sister came to him and hurriedly closed his mouth.

"They are our saviors who killed those undead, how could you say that?"

"Would that fill our belly, sis?" he asked directly.

"Umm, no," the sister shook her head with a bitter smile.

"It's fine, Sibley," Ray extended his hand, and a loaf of bread with some jam appeared in his hand. "This should be enough?"

The child's eyes immediately brightened but soon showed a hesitant expression.

"Not enough? Here." Ray directly gave him a whole grilled chicken.

"Is that enough?"

"I don't want this food, but can we follow you?" he smiled while looking at Ray with sparkling eyes.

"Hahaha," Ray started to laugh with a smile on his face. "You're a smart kid, but what is your worth?"

"I can tell you the information."

"I can take that anyway through you, like threatening your sister," Ray chuckled again.

"I-I…" The kid hesitated.

"If you can make it to the largest continent on the planet, then I can take you in, if fate allows. But that's all." he stated coldly. Ray was in no way running a charity; if he were to bring this boy to the other continent, he would likely have to bring the boy's family as well.

"But—"

The boy hesitated.

"Don't make me turn back." Ray squinted his eyes, and the boy finally gave in and honestly revealed everything he knew.

"Oh, interesting. So, they left, and soon after, there was a bombing?" Ray paused for a moment before looking at Sibley. "You live for another day."

After that, he casually tossed some bread, jam, and chicken to the boy and walked away.

"Good luck, kid. I hope you survive," Ray said lightly, then grasped Sibley's waist tightly before taking off into the sky. The wind boomed just from the sheer speed of them taking off.

"Survive?" The boy's expression turned extremely bitter as he grabbed his sister's hand and ran with all his strength.

Ray casually made a slight adjustment, causing the villagers to pause. By that time, the boy and his sister were already gone.

"Let's go."

After giving one last look at the pair's retreating figures, Ray turned and left the place almost immediately.

"Where are we going?" Sibley asked.

"To my city, of course." Ray cracked a grin that made her shudder. "Those weaklings don't matter. If they show up, I will kill them. Let them hide; the moment they reveal even a hint of their presence, that will be the day I hunt them all down. For now, I will focus on developing my city."

With that, he reached his maximum speed. His figure became so blurry it was almost invisible, and Sibley could only cling on tightly while becoming invisible to avoid being turned into mush from the sheer velocity which might really kill her in an instant.

Soon, they arrived in the city after a few days.

Ray looked at his large city with satisfaction on his face. At this point, his clothes were slightly tattered, and a foul smell constantly emanated from him.

"Why were there so many Level Two Undead in the sky?" Ray thought with a frown as he landed.

His mind drifted back to the strange changes that seemed to be causing another round of mutational energy in the world. The mutation energy in the air had become much denser and more condensed.

In the past few days, he had killed dozens of Level Two Undead, and there had even been a Level Three Undead among them. Luckily for him, Ray was a monster…

Especially in the sky, Ray's home ground. With several punches and skills, it was almost a complete slaughter.

As Ray entered the city, he immediately sensed a slight air of desolation. People seemed flustered and panicked.

A limo appeared in front of him, and Greg stepped out of the car to welcome him.

"What happened?"

"There has been an increase in the number of Undead, boss, and we haven't been able to completely eliminate them."