I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Chapter 62: Fern got slapped

"What's wrong, boss?"

"Nothing," King shook his head. "I feel some kind of danger to my life," he muttered under his breath, narrowing his eyes.

His Sage Arts skill also granted him a certain intuition, and this feeling was as if he was being stared at by a tiger, slowly creeping up on him, just waiting to pounce and tear him to pieces.

In front of him lay a giant undead, more than 305 cm tall, with four hands emitting a terrifying aura.

Now, it lay on the ground as if sleeping peacefully.

Its skin was red, densely packed with various unknown text, but the most peculiar thing was the "2" written on its head.

"Boss, you're really amazing; you can even kill a Level 2 undead," Argo said with a ferocious expression.

King looked at Argo lightly.

This man wore a black tuxedo, had dyed orange hair, and carried a sword on his shoulder.

Even then, he looked like a toddler in front of King, who had a giant scar over his eye.

"If you hadn't distracted them, it wouldn't have been so easy."

"You flatter me, boss." Argo slyly smiled.

"This time the harvest was good. We found many girls; you can take ten of them."

"Thank you."

Argo's face immediately lit up as he looked at the girls bound like slaves with chains and casually picked some who were all crying.

"Boss really did us a favour by not allowing that bitch Seraphine to come with us; otherwise, we might not even get a taste of these women and hear there sweet cries."

"Shhh, don't talk about her…"

His subordinate murmured, and King naturally heard this.

"Seraphine, that bitch will naturally fall. However, I need to make her wholly submit while making all the other women kneel before me…"

Twisted thoughts flowed in King's mind. He wouldn't actually spare that girl or even allow her to run free if not for her strength.

He had decided to enjoy her slowly, which was why he was so patient.

But King didn't know that the dish he planned to eat cold was already being served to another.

…

"How is the new apartment?" Ray asked lightly, looking at the interiors of the luxurious room.

The furnishings alone were each worth more than $1,000, at least.

Each piece cost more than Ray's one month of hard work.

"Really, how rich can people get?" Ray thought bitterly, especially considering his previous life before the Apocalypse making ends meet because of the debt.

"Was this really the place you used to live in before the apocalypse?" Gina asked Seraphine, who was escorting them with a cold face.

"Yes," Seraphine replied without much emotion. "But Ray, are you really going to stay in my apartment?"

"This is one of the best apartments, right?"

"Yeah."

"Then, it's mine now," Ray said shamelessly with a straight face. Seraphine's cold facade flinched for just a second, but Ray saw it clearly.

"But there are better—"

"I want to stay here," Ray interrupted, casually eyeing a dome toy with literal gold snowing around inside as if he truly owned the place.

"I have to say that your skin is becoming thicker and thicker, Ray," Gina said, smiling ear to ear and playfully looking at Ray.

"Do you know how I got so strong?" Ray asked with an expressionless face.

"How?"

"By having thicker skin."

"Eh, really?" Gina asked doubtfully.

"No."

Ray walked towards the bedroom, leaving a stunned and aggrieved Gina behind.

"Umm, you can't walk there." Seraphine hurriedly blocked Ray's path.

"Why?"

"Uhh… you just can't go there."

For the first time, Ray saw a blush on her cold face.

"Now I really want to go."

Interest piqued, Ray forcefully pushed Seraphine aside and swaggered into the bedroom.

"Noo…" Seraphine shouted, her eyes wide with panic.

"What… what happened, Master Seraphine?" Fern rushed inside almost immediately, two guns in her hands and Edie in tow. "If that beast did something to you, then we will fight him to the death."

She rushed only to see a red-faced Seraphine.

"Eh, what happened? Where is that beast?"

Fern looked around the room and couldn't find Ray.

At this moment, Gina slowly walked up to her with a cold face and slapped her right on the cheek.

"How dare you say that about my husband."

The resounding slap echoed in the room, breaking the stunned silence.

"You…" Fern looked at Gina with bloodshot eyes.

"What, never been disciplined by your parents? Oh, that might be the case considering your behaviour…" Gina muttered as she slapped Fern on the other cheek, leaving both sides of her face swollen and red.

She had no reservations in her actions.

Fern's body trembled, her eyes teary. Slowly, she started to sob before turning around and running away, crying.

"Really?" Gina looked at the retreating Fern with a mocking gaze. "I won't be merciful to anyone who mocks my husband…"

Gina was around 26, while Fern was about 21, so she could be considered her older sister.

All the other girls looked at Gina in disbelief.

Seraphine fiddled with her fingers as if she couldn't see what was happening, her cheeks gradually reddening.

"I didn't know you had such a hobby, Seraphine," Ray came out of the room, looking at her strangely.

"Umm, can you not tell anyone about it?"

"Alright, fine, I won't talk. But would you like to use some of the equipment with me?"

Ray's smile was very wide.

"Eh," Seraphine was flustered.

"I… I…"

"It's fine, I was joking."

"Thank you."

Seraphine nodded in gratitude.

Inside her bedroom, everything was pink, from the bed to the walls. However, the most notable feature was a connecting room equipped with whips and other tools that could be used in a torture chamber—or for other purposes...

People have different preferences, after all, and Ray wouldn't mind some of those plays. Of course, he needed to be dominant in it.

Ray took his job of spreading his genes very seriously.

Just like that, a week flew by in the blink of an eye.