I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse - Chapter 231

Chapter 231: Settling all his Descendant, Opening the Gates to the Multiverse
A crisp sound of skin hitting skin resounded through the place.

Ray stood motionless, his face devoid of expression.

Elsha, whose hand remained outstretched, had tears welling up in her eyes, threatening to spill.

“Don’t say that!” she sobbed, her voice trembling.

Ray remained silent, his gaze sweeping the room. All his women had tears streaming down their faces—all except Vanessa.

“Why aren’t you crying like the others?” he asked, his tone flat.

“Because I’m not a crybaby. Besides, you’re too bad to die.”

“And why do you say that?” Ray pressed, his brow quivering slightly.

“Good people die early, but bad people live longer.” Vanessa smirked, pinching his waist. “So, Mr. Bad Boy, you’re not going anywhere.”

“Exactly.”

Ray gave her a thumbs-up. “I won’t die. So cheer up—this will just be my last day before I go.”

That night, a grand celebration unfolded—a party spanning three generations of Ray’s family.

Isabella had given birth to a chubby boy who had grown into a strong and intelligent young man. Trix had fully moved on from William and married a capable man who could hold his own in the world.

Ray’s children, both daughters and son, were now grown, each pursuing their own paths. Even Mallory’s son had become an engineer and was happily married.

Ray felt a deep sense of satisfaction as he looked at each of them. They had all grown into capable and strong individuals, free from conceit or arrogance—only competence shone in their demeanor.

“Father!” Isabell’s cheerful voice rang out as she ran toward him, embracing him tightly.

“My little princess,” Ray responded warmly, a hearty smile spreading across his face as he lifted her and twirled her in the air.

As the night went on, more and more figures joined the celebration, all dressed elegantly, adding to the festive atmosphere of the grand party.

“Ha.” Ray exhaled softly, seated on his grand throne as his gaze lingered on the twinkling light of the chandelier above. A faint sense of contentment began to settle within him.

At that moment, one of his sons approached cautiously, his steps tentative.

“Father, I have a request to make.”

Ray’s brows arched slightly. “What is it?”

“Will you allow me to—”

“No.” Ray’s voice was cold, cutting through the air like a blade. His piercing gaze locked onto his son, sharp as daggers. “Do you think you can get ahead using my name?” He scoffed, his tone dripping with disdain.

His son trembled under the weight of his father’s words, his knees nearly giving way. The entire venue fell into an uneasy silence, every head turning toward Ray as his voice commanded the room.

“Remember this,” Ray said, his tone calm yet firm. “I have given you all the resources needed for your growth, to become capable men and women. I have guided you toward becoming decent people, whether through my own actions or by surrounding you with the right influences. What you do with this golden spoon is your choice—but you will never use my name to get ahead.”

Ray raised his hand, his movements deliberate and measured. In an instant, the weather shifted violently. The skies darkened, and a deafening boom of lightning tore through the heavens, as though the mandate of an omniscient being had been declared.

This phenomenon was not confined to Earth alone. Across every planet where his descendants resided, the same lightning flashed.

For those who bore his genes, his voice echoed within them—a fierce yet whispered decree that reverberated in their very souls.

After Ray’s reforms, only those with genuine talent could ascend to higher positions. As a result, his empire progressed at a pace unimaginable to those who lived before the Apocalypse.

Ray was careful not to disrupt this system. He refused to let his selfish desires slow the development of human civilization.

“Ha, I really am a hard worker for humanity,” Ray sighed, nodding to himself in self-appreciation.

What started as a joke had become a reality—he had achieved what he once claimed he could. No matter how others viewed it, this achievement belonged to him.

With this brief moment of introspection, the grand celebration continued, stretching late into the night.

At some point during the festivities, Ray vanished. He reappeared on other planets, spending his time indulging in the company of women from distant worlds.

Time flowed on, and eventually, Ray found himself standing alone in the void, the silence stretching endlessly around him.

“It’s been a long time,” Ray murmured, his voice carried only by the endless void around him.

Sighing softly, he turned his gaze to the planets in the distance, their light faint yet steady.

“My attributes are pretty much maxed out already,” he muttered to himself. “Except for strength.”

His eyes, filled with both wisdom and weariness, reflected the weight of countless years.

“Now that I think about it,” he continued with a faint smirk, “in human terms before when I was an ordinary human before the Apocalypse, I could already be an old man.”

Shaking his head, Ray dismissed the thought. His lifespan now far surpassed human comprehension, stretching beyond the stars and even the galaxies. It was infinite, immeasurable—a concept no longer worth pondering.

Back on Earth, even the lifespan of an ordinary human had drastically increased. Through advancements in quality of life, gene research, and innovation, the average person could now live up to five hundred years. What once seemed like fantasy was now an achievable reality.

“Status.”

—–

[Name: Ray Crownwell]

[Status: Divine Awakener]

[Unadvanced Skills: none]

[Lifelevel- Celestial]

-Strength: 990B- Gene Limit broken

-Speed: 300,000 km/s

-Stamina: 999M

-Mental strength: 999M

-Physique and Vitality: 999M

—-

Ray had spent all this time also in research, trying to find a way to overcome the detachment he felt when facing that cosmic being. Though all his efforts led to a single, inevitable conclusion: impossible.

With a resigned sigh, he stepped out of his dimension. The moment he did, his brows twitched in irritation.

“Were you all waiting for me?”

“Yes,” came the calm reply. The beings surrounding him showed no signs of emotion as they silently parted, revealing the one who had spoken—a figure that resembled Cthulhu.

“Don’t you have anything better to do?” Ray asked, his tone dry.

“No,” Cthulhu replied indifferently. “You were only gone for a moment. It doesn’t matter.”

Ray’s brows twitched again. “A moment?” he muttered under his breath, shaking his head. “They really are universal beings for a reason.”

“Anyway, let’s go,” he said, exhaling lightly as he prepared for whatever awaited.

With a casual wave of his hand, a corpse materialized in front of them.

Ray observed it with his True Eyes, their power enhanced by the vast increase in his Mental Energy. At the height he had reached, even the capabilities of his True Eyes had grown exponentially with the increase in Mental Energy.

Fixing his gaze on one of the corpse’s cells, Ray focused his pupil power, breaking all the chains that bound it.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

In an instant, monsters began to emerge, one by one, their forms grotesque and otherworldly.

Ray moved without hesitation, punching each monster into nonexistence. A single strike was all it took to erase them completely.

But as the dust settled, disappointment flickered across his face. None of the creatures were timeless humans. The one locked up in the basement was still in a state of complete slumber.

“Let’s go,” Ray said flatly, his tone betraying his dissatisfaction as the space distorted, revealing a gate.