Chapter 90: Aurora, Real men don't cry

The moment Ray reached the building, his expression became entirely blank, but the terrifying killing intent radiating from his body was terrifying.

Natalia and Violet, having already experienced his wrath, felt their faces pale even further.

The realisation sank in that their entire fate was literally in Ray's hand, filling their minds with despair.

"Ray," Vanessa said, her face full of worry.

"Who died?" Ray spoke in a low, hoarse tone.

Although he had been interrupted by this trio, he hadn't forgotten the main reason for his anger.

Not only that, when she died, Ray could feel a slight loss in strength, as if it had vanished. This was clearly due to the disappearance of his genes along with her, causing that slight loss of power.

He had asked the system about it, and for the first time, it replied—or rather, Ray had modified it to give him an answer.

A simple red screen appeared in front of him, stating that only after his child is truly born would he receive the strengthening permanently.

Until then, if the gene died prematurely, he would lose his stats, although his skills would remain intact. There was also an additional bonus after the child's birth.

For Ray, this was simply nothing at all, but this wasn't just about mere stats.

"Ray..." Vanessa hesitated.

"Tell me."

Ray spoke again in a hoarse tone, his rage indescribable.

"She is... Aurora," Vanessa barely voiced, her tone tinged with sadness.

"Aurora." Ray's pupils flickered.

She was the grey-haired model he was most fond of among the women. Her figure was slim and...

Tears started to slowly form in Ray's eyes, as if they were threatening to spill.

Just remembering her made him feel extremely depressed and sad, his entire complexion becoming pale, and his aura seemingly gloomy.

Greg showed no mercy, swiftly cutting off Elyon's legs with the same precision and doing the same to Roger.

The heat from the flames clogged the wounds, preventing more blood loss, but the agony was unimaginable.

Elyon's heart-wrenching screams made even Greg, the perpetrator, feel his skin crawl.

Ray watched coldly, without a shred of pity. His expression was calm, but there was only one thought in his mind.

"They must all die."

Although Ray had obtained these girls in a somewhat twisted way, he truly cared for them and loved them deeply—every single one of them.

When Ray returned to the apartment, he took time to recuperate from his wounds.

For the first time in a while, he didn't spend the night with any of the girls—until Yuna came over, snuggling into his embrace before falling asleep.

Ray, too, found comfort in holding her soft body, feeling a deep sense of peace.

When Ray woke up, he found that seven women had joined him during the night, all sleeping peacefully in his embrace.

"You girls..." Ray shook his head, but a smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

Gently, he pushed their snuggling bodies aside and walked up to the mirror in the bathroom.

Ray had fully recovered, with his skin having grown anew, looking even more vibrant than before.

But...

There wasn't a single hair on Ray's body—not his eyebrows, the hair on his head, nor even down there.

"This..." Ray looked at himself in disbelief. He tried using his healing skill on himself, but to his despair, nothing happened.

His hair didn't grow back, not even a little.

"Is it because my hair has a normal recovery rate?" he frowned.

Although he was still undeniably handsome, hair gave someone a unique style—something his now shiny head clearly lacked.