Chapter 135: Planetary Being

"Hmm, did I sense someone's gaze?"

Ray squinted his eyes, feeling the presence of that same unknown gaze upon him once more, observing him closely. It felt strangely familiar.

"I felt this gaze even when I was fighting that Level Three Undead Bee," he thought, scanning his surroundings with suspicion.

There was definitely something—or someone—targeting him, watching his every move.

"Hmm," Ray murmured to himself, closing his eyes for a moment.

"That Undead Level Three Bee was definitely strange."

He finally concluded, muttering under his breath.

There was something going on, something he wasn't fully aware of yet.

When Ray fought the Level Three undead in the sky, it had been weak, barely able to push him back. Something about that encounter didn't sit right with him.

But the Level Three Undead Bee had the power to send him flying, indicating that Ray was about to face a truly difficult battle due to the terrain disadvantage he had instantly created. It was unusually stronger for a Level Three.

Even when comparing Kikyo and the Raven, the difference in strength was not much, considering the means Kikyo had with the special bloodline.

"But that Undead Bee didn't possess any bloodline at all."

While Ray was fighting the undead, his Analyzer skill was also active. That's how he was able to find Sibley so easily. He also had glanced at the Level Three Undead Bee and found nothing special about it at all.

There was no bloodline, and there was nothing that made it special. Its skill was similar to his Raven's common skill.

"Its stats?"

Ray pondered. If he wanted to analyse the creature's strength, it wasn't impossible. However, he would need to examine every detail—from the fibres of its muscles to its heart and blood flow—just to get a clue about its status, which was simply not feasible for him.

Even with his mental strength reaching new heights, it still wasn't possible. The complexity of such calculations would made Ray question reality itself.

Without his mental strength, the data would likely be gibberish to him, and it wouldn't have caused the dizziness he experienced.

The writing made him feel dizzy for a reason that he understood. If he couldn't even understand it, there wouldn't be any dizziness in the first place.

Ray slowly stood up from his bed, stretching his body lightly, producing a series of satisfying cracking sounds.

"Let's summon that guy then."

A smile appeared on his face as he directly used his mutation energy, focusing his mind.

"Wakey," Ray uttered in his mind, and immediately a black shadow spread outward, covering the entire area almost completely.

"Hmm?" Slowly, the Level Three Bee appeared in his eyes, its body covered in an eerie darkness, its eyes gleaming with a red hue.

Ray had also bonded this undead into his summon after he had killed it. As he looked at his summon with his Analyzer skill, he was immediately disappointed because he couldn't see any details from the eerie darkness that was covering it.

"Hmm, what's so special about you?" He looked on and on while he himself couldn't find anything special about this undead at all.

While Ray was still contemplating, suddenly a bright light flashed, and his whole room lit up brightly.

Ray looked through the light with narrow eyes; he could feel the presence... no more like power that felt unusually warm like a mother's embrace.

There was a green orb that flew out of the undead's body and wanted to fly out of the window.

Ray immediately shot forward; he moved his mind, which forced the green orb to stop on the spot.

Until it slightly started to move again, Ray had already reached it and caught the green orb.

"My job as a secretary is not to be your driver."

"Really?" Ray turned towards her with a smile. "So did you do the work I gave you?"

"Umm..."

Shelly paused, "you didn't give me the time to rest while I was lying in bed. How could I have the time to work?"

"Haha, let's hire interns for the secretary so you could have some time off."

"No," Shelly shook her head.

"Eh, why?"

"You want the interns to be beautiful girls, don't you?" She sharply looked at Ray as if she could see right through him.

"Cough, cough." Ray looked at her and chuckled with a stern expression, "Can you handle me?"

The moment he said this, Shelly's mind went back to the previous night.

Even with twenty girls combined, Ray absolutely dominated them until they could only helplessly say to be gentle.

"Umm, no." Shelly said in almost an inaudible tone.

"Haha."

Ray chuckled again as the car drove off.

Actually, he could just fly to his office if he wanted to, but he wanted to ride his own car more than anything; this time could very well be spent on teasing Shelly.

Everywhere the car went, there was absolute reference in the people's eyes, with people bowing right on the floor.

Some of them even had the portrait of Ray and started to pray for him.

Ray casually glanced at these people and helplessly shook his head.

"Forget it."

He quickly reached his office and was met with the sight of Seraphine, who seemed unusually dressed today.

"It is a surprise that the great Ray himself decided to grace us with his presence," Seraphine spoke with a cold expression on her face.

To her cold expression, Ray just smiled as he walked up to her.

Today, she wore a delicate white skirt that clung to her hips. The skirt barely reached mid-thigh, allowing a tantalising glimpse of her smooth, pearly white thighs in black stockings.

For her upper body, she wore a black crop t-shirt that reached her navel, paired with a black leather jacket.

Her lips were a soft pink, and a faint blush colored her cheeks against her snow-white skin.

Ray silently walked up to her, gently touching her chin, his eyes gleaming.

"You look particularly stylish today."

Seraphine avoided his gaze, speaking in a low whisper.

"So what? Can't I dress like this?"

"It's not that," Ray replied, shaking his head, looking at her with a meaningful gaze.

"But your make-up seems a little flustered as if you just wore it on..."

He didn't continue but looked at the cold face which has blushed silently with a smile.