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"Little girl, you should be careful of what you say," Ray said lightly before heading outside.

Freya watched Ray's fleeting back and couldn't help but curl her lips upwards.

"Pretending to be an expert, but he's just a horn dog. He might bring another girl as well," she pouted but her lips curled up in a smile.

There was no doubt about it; Ray was a capable man who could hold his own in the apocalypse. She had seen Ray kill fifty or more undead.

Even Jose, who could create fire from thin air, was defeated by him, so there was no doubt about his strength.

In this end ti, what was respected? Not fa or money, but true power. Physical power and violence; whoever is good at it is the true king.

"I need to be prepared," she thought to herself.

Ray had already walked out into the corridor as he looked down.

Ray's hearing was still that of an ordinary human, so he couldn't hear any sound, but that didn't an there weren't any undead on the lower floors.

He knew there was no way he had killed all the straggler undead in the building.

Slowly walking downstairs, as expected, he found four undead wandering aimlessly.

Among them was a little child, an undead girl whose speed seed much faster than the others.

"I saw that girl occasionally," Ray muttered to himself. "She was usually cheerful, and she asked for donations for war victims. I even donated a whole buck. But now…"

Ray clenched his fist. "They're not alive anymore."

With resolve, he walked towards them and swung his knife, instantly separating the heads of two undead.

The sound of their heads hitting the ground attracted the attention of the other two, who imdiately turned and almost jumped at him.

Ray swung his kitchen knife again, and the third zombie fell. The only undead left was the little one.

He closed his eyes, gripping the pan in his hand tighter, and slamd it down, swatting the little undead to the wall.

A small tear seed to have escaped his eyes, but he hurriedly wiped it away.

"Let's search for food."

He found so food, but not a lot. It would sustain the two for a month at most, and that was because of the grains.

But eating rice without anything was quite tasteless and not very healthy. There was also cheese and flour, so making pizza was also an option.

Thinking of this, Ray returned to the upper floor and gave the ingredients to Freya.

"Bake pizza for ."

"Eh, pizza?"

"What, you can't cook?"

"Isn't that a little extravagant in the end ti-"

"Did I tell you to cook? Or to nag at ?" Ray playfully said.

"Fine," Freya nodded her head. "But this floor doesn't have an oven. I have to return to my floor."

"Oh, you guys are rich, right?"

"We're upper middle-class."

"Sure, sure. If I sold the house, you were going to buy it, right?" Ray said with a sneer.

"Are you still holding a grudge?" Freya's cheeks puffed up, and she acted extrely cute.

"Let's make your floor the base for now."

"Alright. Then I have a pair of clothes there that I can change into."

Both of them went out and saw the bleeding corpse of Jose for the first ti. She was a little startled.

"Won't he beco undead if this goes on?"

"Initially, I also thought that. However, it looks like awakeners don't beco undead. Still, cleaning the corpse would be fine," Ray casually said.

If there were signs of the undead, his skin would have already turned reddish; however, there were no such signs.

His corpse was extrely pale and cold, like a normal corpse.

"Don't worry, you don't have to dispose of his corpse. I will do it," Ray said, taking the corpse back to the room before burning it with a lighter.

"Sigh." Freya had mixed feelings. However, to survive, she needed to firmly tie herself to Ray.

There was no romantic relationship between the two.

"Alright, you make pizza for , and I will clear the other floors," Ray said as he went downstairs and Freya went up.

"Status."

—--

[Na: Ray Crownwell]

[Status: Awakened (E-class)]

[Skill: Body Strengthening (Awakening II)]

[Strength: 80 Kg (40 original)]

[Speed: 30 Km/h (15 original)]

[Stamina: 2 original]

[ntal strength: 2 (1 for the average adult man)]

[Mutation energy: 7]

[Shop points: 0]

—--

Ray glanced at his status and started his slaughter.

He was extrely careful not to hurt himself with the undead as he slashed at them, killing them all in one go.

With his strength, it was quite easy to kill them all.

By the ti he reached the ground floor, Ray's knife had already beco blunt and unusable, even the pan was bent completely unusable.

—-

[Mutation energy: 34]

—-

"Not a bad harvest, but if I need to level up my skills again to Awakening III, then I probably need much more than 60 mutation energy like previously," Ray said, looking outside while leaning on the walls.

There was a sea of undead as far as he could see on the ground.

If he walked out, then he would have to face the crowd of undead all jumping at him.

Even with three tis his own strength, Ray would instantly die from it.

Just as he was leaning, suddenly, an undead seed to turn towards him.

Hihhhah!

The undead jumped through the gate as if he were a trained athlete, walking towards him at frightening speed.

This undead still had red skin; however, the pattern on his skin seed to be even more denser than the others, and the faint number 1 could be slightly seen on its head.

"Shit," Ray cursed as he tightened his grip on his knife and slashed, ignoring his pain as the adrenaline kicked in.

All the undead he had killed until now would have been easily slaughtered with ease just with this slash. But to Ray's horror, it couldn't penetrate the skin even with his full strength.

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