Chapter 122: Breaking the Gene's limit (2) End

"Hey, Ray, this is this month's rent," Jose stopped him before he could go far.

Ray saw Jose just as he remembered, but his face was strangely blurry, though Ray was too flustered to notice.

"Just send it to my bank account," he replied casually, brushing off the odd feeling.

As Ray left the house, confusion still clouded his mind. For some reason, he found himself wandering into a dark alley.

Ray's ears twitched as he heard footsteps approaching. Before he could react, a cloth was suddenly pressed over his mouth.

He thrashed in an attempt to fight back, but his strength quickly faded, and he fell unconscious.

When Ray woke up, he was in a dark room, illuminated only by a dim light from a bulb above him. His arms and legs were bound.

"Is this... kidnapping?" Ray muttered to himself.

Then he heard the distinct sound of high heels approaching, making him turn around.

A woman appeared in front of him. Her face was blurry, but her lush golden hair and the seductive outfit that accentuated her figure were unmistakable.

"So, you're experiment no. 908, huh?" she said, lifting his chin with a sinister tone in her voice.

"Who are you?" Ray managed to weakly ask, but instead of an answer, she produced an injection and plunged it directly into his eye.

"Ahhh!"

Ray screamed in agony as his eye was instantly destroyed.

But the torment didn't end there. With his remaining eye, Ray watched in horror as the blonde woman continued torturing him—digging out his nails, breaking his arms and legs, and inflicting countless other horrors.

By the end, Ray's single eye was completely lifeless, blank, as if all traces of humanity had been drained from it.

The blonde woman left with a satisfied expression on her face.

"I... I..." Ray mumbled through his parched lips, a flash of hatred sparking in his eyes.

"I never did anything to them. I'm just an ordinary person living an ordinary life. What did I do to deserve this?"

The familiar sound of high heels echoed in his ears.

"How are you doing, experiment no. 908?"

"Your mother," Ray growled, immediately launching himself at her, his five fingers retracting into a tight fist.

Every fibre of his muscles twitched and worked together in perfect sync for this one punch. Ray could feel his body breaking apart with each movement, the soul-rending pain filling him, but the rage in his mind was far greater than all of it combined.

In a miraculous moment, his body began to heal as fast as it was breaking down, and his punch landed squarely on the blurry face of the golden-haired woman.

Boom!

The world seemed to break apart, shattering like fragments of a mirror. Everything collapsed, and Ray's memory gradually began to return.

As he looked at the golden-haired woman, he could faintly make out her lips.

"Huh?"

"Huh!?"

Ray's eyes snapped open to the familiar ceiling of his gym.

"What the hell just happened?" He gritted his teeth and tried to stand up, or at least that was his intention.

Unfortunately, when he tried to rise, his body seemed to float instead, plastering his face against the ceiling.

"Eh?" Ray exerted a small amount of force, and the ceiling instantly gave way. He found himself on top of his skyscraper, which had hundreds of floors.

At that moment, Ray felt as though his entire body was incredibly light, like a piece of paper.

It felt like he could fly just like this. When he casually raised his palm, a terrifying wind current surged, almost creating a storm in the sky.

Immediately, a palm-shaped imprint appeared in the sky by separating the clouds in place.

"This... Did I really do this?"

Ray's eyes flashed with disbelief as he gently pushed himself and floated effortlessly, like a fish swimming in the water, without using his Overlord skill and this was possible by just exerting his strength on air itself.