I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Ray crouched on the floor with a frown on his face.

The clay vase that had been on the table was shattered, and there was a small hole in the table, penetrating through to the concrete floor beneath.

"A sniper?" His eyes narrowed. Slowly, he moved to close the curtains, then called out to the others downstairs.

"Everyone, close all your curtains right now! I mean, right now! There's a sniper out there."

Almost all the girls hurriedly closed their curtains, avoiding the windows out of fear.

Ray walked downstairs, his expression grim.

"What should we do, Ray?" Gina dragged her tired body over, worry etched on her face. The other four women looked at Ray anxiously.

"Where are Daisy and Kate?" Ray scowled.

"They're still sleeping," Gina blushed, "you were too fierce before."

"Cough, cough, it's not the time for this," Ray said as the atmosphere suddenly became tense and silent.

"Go get the sniper from there."

"But in there, there's only one sniper with the lowest range possible—a Dragunov SVD with barely 800 metres of range; if the shooter is farther then it will be useless."

"Don't worry about that," Ray said lightly. "Oh, and remember to get all the random parts of the gun."

"Alright," Gina nodded.

She was the most militarily trained among the girls and knew general information about most guns.

"What's the point of special abilities if a gun can break them all," Ray's eyes flashed.

At that moment, when he was almost shot in the head, his life had flashed before his eyes.

Although he doubted the bullet could fully penetrate his skull, he knew he would at least be seriously injured or even rendered unconscious.

If something happened to him during the period when he was unconscious, the consequences would be unimaginable, especially for these girls.

"I need something to defend myself with."

Of all the abilities he had gained so far, only his body-strengthening and Necromancer skills had advanced; all the others remained unadvanced.

Ray was planning to directly upgrade his body-strengthening to the fourth advancement before advancing his other skills because this skill could essentially increase his chances of survival.

While he was thinking, Gina had already brought the Dragunov SVD.

"What are you going to do with it, Ray?" she asked curiously.

Ray took the gun and, under the astonished eyes of all the girls, started to move his hands skillfully.

First, he disassembled the parts of the Dragunov SVD with precision, laying each piece out methodically. The metallic click of the parts separating echoed in the room.

Then, Ray began the meticulous process of reassembling the sniper rifle.

Various parts of the gun started to merge seamlessly as if they were always meant to be together in this new configuration.

The stock, barrel, and receiver fit together perfectly, forming a weapon that was completely different from before.

As Ray worked, the mutation energy in his body rapidly drained with every moment.

In just under an hour, Ray adjusted the final piece, magazine of the sniper and halted the flow of his mutation energy.

He stepped back, examining his handiwork with satisfied eyes.

"Ray… Ray… what did you do?" Gina looked at the newly modified sniper with widened eyes.

"I modified it so that it can go at least 1200 metres," Ray replied.

"This is possible?"

"Of course," Ray replied casually. "I will soon find out the person's location and finish it in one go."

At this moment, all the girls looked at Ray with a mix of pride and heated gazes.

Ray felt a flicker of desire but knew he needed to take care of the sniper first.

As he looked at the modified weapon, he thought to himself, "I guess even F-class skills can be helpful. Truly, even if it's a failure, it can still show its potential."

He nodded to himself in satisfaction.

However, there was still something that made Ray believe it could only be an F-class skill because it couldn't be advanced at all.

Even with his more than 400 mutation energy, both his Weapon Master and Mechanical skills couldn't be advanced, so both of these skills were displayed at their full potential.

Ray also had doubts about his body-strengthening skill not being able to advance further; however, given the disparity in power with a single advancement, he decided to wait until he had accumulated at least a thousand mutation energy before drawing any conclusions.

"Wait here," Ray instructed as he headed downstairs, carrying the sniper.

"Why are you going down, Ray?" the five women asked simultaneously, their faces filled with worry.

"Don't worry," Ray casually waved his hand.

He went down and consoled the thirty women, whispering soft and sweet words to their ears, which calmed them down.

As for the others, he didn't speak much, or rather, didn't speak at all, directly reaching the ground floor.

"Wakey," Ray muttered with a little embarrassment.

An undead dog appeared in front of him, its fur coated in an eerie darkness. With his instructions, it instantly sped outside, jumping over the gates with terrifying speed.

Taking the sniper in his hands, Ray sneered.

His goal was to capture the sniper because he needed to understand the true intention of the person or who was behind the person.

The undead dog scoured the area from apartment to apartment before it finally seemed to spot something.

Ray, using their shared senses, saw it too.

In one of the windows of the tallest building in the area, a figure was crouched down with a long sniper, aiming right at the ground floor. Her long flowing red hair is particularly eye-catching.

"Ho," Ray muttered.

He immediately ordered the undead dog to attack her.

As for himself, he slowly poked his head out, vigilantly scanning the surroundings with his sniper ready.

Through the shared senses of the dog, Ray could see the sniper girl curl her lips while muttering, "Even if you have a modified Dragunov SVD, it won't do anything."

She pulled the trigger with a sneer.

But the bullet didn't go.

"Hmm?"

"Huh."

Her eyes widened with sheer horror as she jerked her head to see the terrifying dog covered in eerie darkness.

"What... what is this!" She pulled out a knife from her pocket, backing away vigilantly.

Ray curled his lips and instantly moved at a terrifying speed.

The place was just a kilometre away, and with his incredible speed, he could almost reach the building in less than half a minute.

"Who needs an elevator?" he thought, taking a deep breath and focusing his power on his legs.

The concrete ground trembled and cracked like a web before Ray launched himself, reaching the window of the sniper.

"Lightning Arts."

Zhh!