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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: https://discord.gg/g2WEFm86CY #no ntr, yaoi or yuri

Aurelius_Imperator · แฟนตาซี
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Defeated

"I must escape." This was the only thought in Natalia's mind as she stabbed Freya, planning to injure her enough to delay Ray for a moment without killing her.

As long as she managed that, she would have a chance to escape. Killing Freya? That thought had slipped to the back of her mind.

Ray, this madman if he was enraged, was much more terrifying than the calm Ray.

At least the calm Ray could be reasoned with, but if Freya died, he would truly go berserk and slaughter her without mercy.

Natalia was aware of this as she aimed for Freya's chest, just beside the heart. Despite the countless thoughts racing through her mind, it felt like a mere blink of an eye.

Her blade gleamed in the dim light, aiming precisely for a spot just beside Freya's heart.

Everything seemed to be going according to plan.