I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Chapter 145: Naming the City

"Hmm, I have not been successful in passing on my genes," Ray said with a frown on his face as he peered through the window at the cold moon hanging in the sky.

"With my abilities, I could have already done it with five women and have five children by now, but now..." He thought to himself, with some ideas already forming in his head.

"Elaria… Elaria… what are you?" Ray shook his head with a sigh.

This thought could only be suppressed in his mind because he walked into his room only to find his pregnant woman sleeping soundly.

A smile graced the corner of Ray's lips as he laid in bed with them in his embrace.

As a celestial being, he could actually get by without sleep, but it would still feel a little uncomfortable. Besides, sleeping with his woman seemed to relieve him of all his worries, completely feeling comfortable and warm.

Ray slept peacefully, but when he felt something soft rubbing against his arm, he opened his eyes, a smile spreading across his lips.

"What are you doing, Evelyn?"

"Well, I wanted to wake you up." Evelyn spoke with a straight face. Her curly black hair was tied back with a band, and her loose clothes slightly revealed her cleavage, making Ray's smile widen even more.

"Why are you looking at Evelyn like that, pervert!" Vanessa remarked from the side, though her tone was playful despite her scolding words.

"What? I can't look at my own woman?"

Ray caught Vanessa by the waist, pulling her into his embrace, and whispered, "Tell me, Vanessa, can't I look at my own woman?"

Vanessa's face turned as red as a tomato as she shyly lowered her head.

"Haha."

Ray chuckled as he kissed her on the head with a smile. "What do you think, Shelly?"

"Eh, me?" Shelly seemed to panic as she looked around her. Compared to his other woman, she felt a little inferior, so she was always quiet. Only when she got some alone time with Ray did she speak.

"It's fine, Shelly. In my eyes, you are all equal," Ray firmly spoke.

"Thanks," Yuna lowered her head.

"What about me, Ray?" Yuna spoke from the left with a pout. "Don't you love me the most?"

"Cough, cough, let's not go there, will we, Elsha?" Ray looked at her meaningfully.

"Yes, yes, we should never go there," Elsha immediately firmly nodded her head.

After all, she was the only one who went on a date with him till now.

If these girls knew it, they would tear her apart with mountains of questions.

"Let me sleep a little," Freya muttered weakly as she slowly opened her eyes.

"Sorry, Freya. You can sleep a bit more," Ray said, giving her a light kiss.

"Thanks."

Freya smiled with delight as she opened her eyes fully and stood up from the bed, stretching her body.

Ray remained silent, watching her.

Later, they headed to a light-hearted dinner, with the chefs preparing delicious, simple dishes without much show.

Ray disliked fancy-looking dishes that tasted bland, so for their morning meal, they had kimchi, chilled udon noodles, omelettes, and some ice cream to top it off.

It was a combination Ray never imagined he'd eat before the Apocalypse, but now he could enjoy any dish the world had to offer.

"This feels unreal," he thought.

Ray was still in a little disbelief. The apocalypse hadn't even passed nine months yet, but he was now likely the strongest in mankind, likely topping most of those fictional characters in the movies. Of course, he would feel unreal and rightfully so, but he was proud of it, and happy for it.

Some people say that the journey to the peak is always lonely…

Ray looked around at all his women with a smile on his face.

"Why are you smiling, Ray?" Vanessa immediately asked.

"Remember what I told you?" Ray frowned slightly.

"Oops." Vanessa hurriedly shut her mouth with a pale face.

"Sigh, forget it," Ray thought in his heart with a little helplessness.

She didn't have as much ego as previously, but all this ego seemed to have turned into mischievousness, which seemed to have been copied by Freya.

"These two girls are really something else."

Silently, they ate their meal—whether it was breakfast or dinner didn't matter, one thing was certain: it was absolutely delicious!

After eating, the girls returned to their usual banter. Ray was about to leave when Vanessa's voice made him stop.

"Aren't we big enough to name it?"

"Name?" Ray turned around, a hint of surprise in his eyes.

"You're right, Vanessa, we definitely need a name," Yuna agreed, and the other girls nodded along.

After a minute of their playful pestering, Ray helplessly accepted it. Truthfully, he had been thinking the same, but that strange green orb always clouded his mind, keeping him from focusing on it.

"Let's call the other girls too," Yuna said, walking off immediately to gather them.

Soon a meeting commenced with more than a hundred women with Ray at the front seat present. Of course, the other hundred weren't invited because they have not become Ray's woman yet.

"So, what shall we name our city, Ray?" Freya asked with twinkling eyes.

"Well," Ray paused with a thoughtful expression. "I was planning on calling it the Gene City."

Everyone seemed to freeze on the spot.

"Let's not call it that, Ray," Vanessa was the first to speak with her brows knitting together. "What a tasteless name?"

"Then what do you suggest we call it?" Ray gave her a look.

"Well, how about Futuristic City?" Vanessa said while sticking her tongue out.

Silence!

Immediately, silence prevailed in the surrounding. Vanessa was a little embarrassed seeing all the questioning gazes that stared at her.

"Why don't you girls suggest it then?"

"Zombie City."

"Utopia."

"Fire Nation."

"Great Wall."

A row of suggestions immediately appeared in the surrounding, almost filling the entire room with noise.

"You girls really are," Ray looked around and closed his eyes.

Suddenly, everyone fell silent, their gazes shifting back to Ray.

"Let's just name it Gene City and get it over with, shall we?" Ray rolled his eyes. "Then we can go about our day."

"Fine, you win, Ray," Freya pouted with puffed cheeks. "But I thought my suggestion of Fire Nation was way better."

"At least try to be a little original," Ray replied, stating the obvious.

"Fine," Freya reluctantly agreed.

"Mine was better, though," Vanessa muttered under her breath.

"Yours!?"

Everyone stood up from their seats, looking at Vanessa in disbelief.

"Fine," Vanessa mumbled, her head lowered.

After that, everyone went their separate ways. Ray began researching the green orb while continuing to spread his Gene to more girls.

He also kept an eye on Elaria's movements through Kiko, whom he had gifted to her.

Although Kiko seemed to be very close to reaching Level Three, she was pretty useless to Ray. However, her ability was a different story.

"Soul Manipulation, huh…" Ray muttered to himself.

With this, he realised he could Gene Synchronise with all his undead, meaning he could not only gain all their abilities but also share nearly half of his own power with them.

"An army of half-Celestial beings, huh…" A smile spread across Ray's lips. "No, an army of undying half-Celestial beings."

If Ray faced them himself and was surrounded, the outcome wouldn't be so certain. After all, they would possess some of the same skills he had.

Time seemed to pass in the blink of an eye.

Soon, it was a summer day, the sun hanging high in the sky, warming everyone. But shortly after, clouds gathered over a specific area, not allowing even a sliver of sunlight to pass through.

Beneath those thick clouds lay a massive city.

People streamed in, but only after undergoing a thorough examination—both of their health and their background.

What was even more peculiar was that the people within the city walls all wore smiles, dressed in fresh, beautiful clothes.

Shops were open, and business seemed to be booming.

One of the stragglers, a man in a black cloak, roamed the alleyways, his eyes darting around cautiously.

"No beggars?" he muttered, his voice laced with puzzlement and a little disbelief.

Casually, he grabbed a man who appeared to be drunk, and without hesitation, killed him. In the next moment, a strange transformation took place—the black-cloaked man shifted, taking on the appearance of the drunk man.

The drunk man casually strolled down the street and sat at a café while carefully hearing the voices of the people silently.

"Brother, why is it so festive here?" Suddenly someone asked with a clueless expression.

"You don't know?" the man across from him replied, raising an eyebrow.

"I just came back from getting some food outside." the man said while rubbing the back of his head.

"The big boss of the city had his first child born, so everyone's getting a free set of clothes to celebrate."