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I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

The world was destroyed, torn to shreds by the war as it raged on. With the falling of nuclear bombs, the mutation strangely adapted and became an entirely new element. Those who couldn't withstand this mutation became beings tethering on the edge of life and death, becoming undead. Only a small population remains on the earth now. In this small population, some can adapt to the mutation and awaken unique powers in the apocalypse, while others are entirely unaffected, still like normal people. Ray was just a normal E-class awakener, but a faithful purple crystal changed everything. Through the purple crystal, a "system" activated inside him, which could allow him to get stronger the more he spreads his genes. Necromancer, wizard, martial artist to sorcerer - every single skill was possible as long as he spread his genes. From that moment, Ray walked the path of spreading his genes "for the sake of humanity." Author note: My MC is not some stupid shit who likes the enjoyment of being stupid, although he might not be the most high IQ person but he tries his best to strive for perfection and will do everything to get stronger, also he cares for his woman and doesn't abandon them. Join my Discord(new): https://discord.gg/jKNMtAHfet #no ntr, yaoi or yuri

Aurelius_Imperator · Fantasia
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245 Chs

Kikyo Vs Saturn

"Weakling, Nya!" Kikyo uttered lightly, her tone mocking as she pointed at the remaining two planetary beings. "Attack them."

In an instant, the undead army surged forward, some wielding swords, others raining down fireballs, ice, and other elemental forces. Even the void itself began to tear under the onslaught, releasing an eerie chill from the ruptured space.

Each undead creature mirrored Ray's abilities, a terrifying outcome of Gene Synchronisation that granted them a portion of his powers. This was the overwhelming might of Gene Synchronisation.

As the undead attacked with full force, the two Planetary beings—despite their defences—were gradually worn down, their forms breaking apart bit by bit.

Ray observed the spectacle silently from his warship.

"Are your undead truly this strong?" Mother Earth asked, wide-eyed, before quickly shaking her head. "No, it can't be... those three were only clones."