Chapter 102: Spreading his Genes again***

At night, as the silver lustre of the moon shone down on Earth, Ray resumed his duty.

"Last one girl," he muttered to himself as he released his genes inside her.

"Ohhh—" the girl's eyes widened as she tightly hugged Ray, panting heavily.

As the last of his essence sank in, a red panel appeared in the corner of his vision.

"Finally, I've done it," Ray muttered to himself, a satisfied expression on his face.

He sat down, and the girl lay weakly in his arms, her breath fiery and laboured.

"Should we go for another round, husband?" she asked, her voice laced with exhaustion yet desire.

"Should we?" Ray chuckled playfully as he looked at the girl's satisfied expression. "You're really good at it, but if I really do it..."

He lightly touched her crotch area, causing her to tremble.

"Can your body handle it?"

"No," the girl shook her head. "But—"

"No buts. What is your name?"

"Lucy," she said with a smile, snuggling close to him.

Ray remained in a stationary position, feeling the aftereffects of post-nut clarity. He gently pushed her aside.

"I'm going."

"Are you coming back?"

"Of course I will, for all the women." Ray turned back with a smile and left.

After he left, Lucy's lips curled into a smile.

"Looks like he won't forget me then. I'm really envious of those nine women, especially Freya," Lucy thought to herself, falling onto the bed with exhaustion.

Ray had already established himself as the big boss by dominating the entire area, especially with the renovation and creation of skyscrapers.

The normal population around here was actually quite limited, not even reaching four digits, and the place was spacious at least initially.

However, more and more refugees had joined over time, all under Ray's control.

This place had become a safe haven, especially after it was posted on the internet by Greg or other so-called influencers. People flocked to this place in droves.

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If he advanced Overload of the Sky, he would use almost two-thirds of his mutation energy.

His mutation energy had increased somewhat, with the thousand he gained from killing Kikyo and an additional two hundred accumulated over the past month.

Ray's main focus had been on building the city rather than spreading his genes or killing undead, so both areas were lacking.

If he concentrated fully, he could probably spread his genes to all thirty women within a week and defeat significantly more undead.

However, the city's development was crucial, so he had to proceed slowly with his other goals.

"Now I need to find more women," he muttered to himself as he walked through the luxurious living room. His gaze suddenly fell on the two bowing women.

"Violet, come here," Ray spoke without much expression and headed into his room.

"Yes, master." Violet said slowly, standing up from the ground and walking forward without hesitation, though fear was evident in her eyes.

Natalia's face paled as she watched Violet leave. "Has that bastard really forgotten me?"

"But it would be better this way so I can find my escape path."

Natalia had a strong will; she wanted to be better than anyone. Although she acted meekly, that wasn't truly the case.

"To survive and leave this damn place, I'll slaughter him and all these shitty bitches," she mumbled as she heard loud screams that gradually turned into moans from inside the room.

"Damn it, he is never gentle with us, treating us like dirt."

As Natalia spoke, she couldn't contain her frustration and blurted it out loud.

Her one eye was blind, so only when Yuna came closer did Natalia see Vanessa.

"You..." Natalia froze in place, staring at Yuna's calm gaze.

She immediately cursed her luck.

Of all people, Yuna, who was most favoured by Ray and always cuddled by him, had come at this inconvenient time.

"What should I do?" The colour drained from Natalia's face as she remembered Ray's punishments.

If Yuna really told Ray about this, she might really be killed.

However, contrary to her expectations, Yuna walked up to her and handed her breakfast.

"Is she naive enough to forgive me?"

Before Natalia could rejoice, she felt a sharp pain in her cheeks as the sound of clapping echoed in the room.