Ray was about to continue but paused, glancing at Violet's sprawled figure. He sighed.

"This girl still has redeemable qualities, although she'll be nothing more than a slave in my eyes. I should at least treat her better than Natalia…" Ray muttered, shaking his head as he walked away.

Caring for them? For this two people, at least not in his dictionary.

"Aurora couldn't come back, but that doesn't mean I won't have my revenge."

He gritted his teeth, his eyes burning becoming bloodshot with pure anger that seemed capable of devouring a person whole.

"I must get stronger! Smarter! Better!" Ray's bloodshot eyes darted around, his mind consumed with rage.

A terrifying killing intent slowly emanated from his body.

But just then, a soft, boneless hand touched him.

"Are you okay, Ray?" Vanessa asked as she jumped into his embrace, rubbing her cheeks against his with a sweet smile on her face.

"I'm fine." Ray's bloodshot eyes softened, his killing intent fading as a smile appeared on his face. It was as if he wasn't previously in a state of madness.

"I'm glad. What did you do to those two girls?" she asked, hesitating slightly.

Ray's hand travelled gently across her smooth cheeks. "What do you think I'll do to those who had a hand in killing Aurora?"

"Just remember, rage only consumes a person, destroying others—and yourself in the process," Vanessa said tentatively.

"I know," he nodded, though it was easier said than done. Ray was just a random, average person with anger issues—how could he be such a saint?

Even in the military, he was nothing special. His strength and IQ were both average, and he was considered a disgrace because of his Anger issues.

Ray could be described as the most average of the average until the apocalypse.

"Sigh."

He sighed. Even his school grades were average—being average was common for him.

How could he control his rage when something precious to him had died?

"Thank you for remaining silent, Vanessa," Ray softly muttered. "I know this rage will consume me, as well as others, but I have you all to protect. How could I let any of you die? So I will control my rage…"

There was tenderness in his eyes.

He needed to provide absolute protection for them before he could seek revenge.

At that moment, Vanessa smirked playfully and tiptoed, raising her hand to rub his bald head. "Woah, so smooth."

She continued rubbing with her hand before pressing her cheek against it, a satisfied look crossing her face.

"Very, very smooth."

"..." Ray's lips twitched as he looked at Vanessa in disbelief.

"Ray, can you be bald forever and ever? You look like a dickhead—a smooth one," Vanessa casually commented with a smile, her rubbing becoming even more intense almost causing friction enough to cause a fire..

"Fine, fine." Ray shook his head with a smile. "Thank you for cheering me up, Vanessa."

"Really? Are you really going to be bald forever and ever?"

"..." Ray felt speechless inside. Sometimes, he couldn't quite figure out the intentions of this rich girl.

"If you wanted some punishment, you should have said so…"

An evil smile formed on Ray's face as he led her to the room, and Vanessa willingly followed, her face turning crimson.

Soon, the sound of spanking echoed from inside the room, accompanied by satisfied moans.

…

Ray walked out of his apartment with the girls behind him, all getting ready with flustered faces.

"Boss, you're really a monster," Greg said with a meaningful look, giving Ray a thumbs up.

Cough!

"Don't worry about me fixing things." Ray spoke sternly.

After taking care of Vanessa, Ray found himself in an unexpected role again, selling to the sixty-eight women together as if he were a door-to-door salesman.

As for Vanessa and the others, their bellies were already too bloated from pregnancy, so he absolutely couldn't do anything with them.

As for the women he had taken from Greg's base, he hadn't touched them yet.

Ray didn't want to take advantage of the twisted flower anymore.

At first, he was desperate—he still was—but those women were already miserable. He would take the initiative, but he would never force them.

Ray swore in his heart.

At that moment, a mother carrying her baby came running in the dar-distance, pursued by three undead cats.

The cats' fur had vanished, revealing red skin covered in numerous patterns. But what made Ray pause was the lead cat.

Its eyes were filled with playfulness, and there was a marking of "2" on its head, with three tails behind it.

They were trailing behind the woman, but it looked like they were playing a game of cat and mouse.

"A Level Two Undead Cat!?" Ray almost froze in place.

He hurriedly activated his Analyser skill to check the cat's information.

[Undead Cat

- Level: 2 (Limit 5)

- Bloodline: Bastet (diluted 1/100th)

- Abilities: Sonic Wave, Sonic Speed, HellFire Manipulation, Bone manipulation, Spirit Manipulation

- Description: The mutation has affected the cat and also stimulated the hidden bloodline of Bastet, the strongest cat of egypt called the lioness.]

Ray stared at the Bastet bloodline with a confused expression.

"Isn't Bastet the feline goddess the Egyptians believed in? Are gods real too?"

But as Ray read the description, his confusion deepened. There was no mention of the goddess anywhere.

"Forget it." Ray quickly shook his head, deciding to save the mother and her child.

It wasn't out of pity—he wasn't that kind. Instead, he saw an opportunity to gain mutation energy from the cat and potentially add to his army of undead.

Just imagine, for aerial attacks we have the undead raven with Argos wielding sharp weapons, and on the ground, there's this level two undead cat. I could create an invincible army.

"You stay here," Ray said lightly, then slowly floated into the air—one of the abilities of his A-class skill, Overlord of the Sky.

"Lightning Arts: Lightning Spear."

Electric arcs crackled as they formed into a spear, which launched straight toward the Level Two undead cat.