INICIAR SESIÓNThrough his spatial perception, Ray could see Honey's silent anguish. But he didn't feel the slightest urge to comfort her.Tomorrow, that would all change.Justin? Hah. What a joke.Ray started mulling over the idea of going out for a little fun today. With his current strength, he could afford to be reckless.He didn't want to break the timeline in Gohaven—but Jayzepan, Caumeria, Zritain? Those were fair game. He'd never touched Caumeria and Zritain before in his previous loop, so messing around there wouldn't trigger any butterfly effects. He'd visited Jayzepan before—and even then, he'd only brought back two people. No big deal.Still, heading to Jayzepan right now was pushing it. His spatial perception didn't even reach a kilometer, and the fog was thick day and night. Trying to cross the sea now would probably leave him stranded.No point rushing it.Better to focus on what was in front of him—Honey and the others.They were all his. Every single one. He wasn't about to l
Another night passed.Day Four of the apocalypse.Ray woke up and immediately checked on the little sprout.Sure enough, it was shimmering with specks of starlight, gently swaying, brimming with life and energy. And its roots... had grown a little longer.His heart raced. This time, he was definitely going to absorb even more exotic matter.'Let's go!'Just like yesterday, he extended his spatial perception through the root and reached into the higher dimension.Clusters of exotic matter filled that world—some small, some massive.Yesterday, the root had been about 3 centimeters long. Today, it was 4. In the scale of an entire dimension, that growth was practically negligible. But since he only had a brief window to act, he needed to make it count.He quickly realized that once the sprout's root pierced into the higher dimension, it couldn't move from that fixed spot. All he could do was wiggle that tiny, powerless 4-centimeter tip—so he had to wait for the exotic matter to dr
The sheer force of that energy slammed through Ray's body, nearly knocking him unconscious. His current body was only at a baseline of 1 unit—but how much exotic matter had he just pulled?Almost 100 units.A hundredfold increase—in an instant.His body, being tempered by such a massive influx of power, nearly tore itself apart from the inside out.If he blew up right now... would he be able to rewind time again?No idea. And he had zero interest in finding out.Crack—pop—snap. His bones groaned and shifted under the strain, threatening to break from the explosive evolution. But somehow—barely—he held together.An hour later, the pain finally overwhelmed him, and he blacked out.When he came to, every joint in his body ached. But his ability count had jumped to 101 units. His spatial perception stretched outward to a maximum range of 108 meters now.Compared to his peak strength, this was nothing. A drop in the bucket.But!His heart soared.Do you know what this means?Ov
That night, Ray woke up three times. Sleep didn't come easily.Finally, the long night passed.Day two of the apocalypse arrived.Ray racked his brain, trying to remember what he'd been doing at this exact time in his last life. He wanted everything to follow the same trajectory—that way he'd stay in full control. When the Purple Moon finally came, he'd go on his killing spree, harvest enough ability units in that single day and night, then "operate" on the Valenamese, the Melanmars, the Caumerians—any powerful ability user he could get his hands on. He'd keep climbing: a million units, two million, maybe even five million.There was no way that wouldn't be enough to take on an alien ship.Right. Now I remember.He grabbed his phone, snapped a few photos of his food stash, and dropped them into the group chat, tagging Honey.But here was the problem: Honey was still head-over-heels for Justin. He'd have to go through the whole "Justin betrays her" song and dance all over again
"Woof! Woof!"When Ray reached the first floor, Leo came bounding over, circling his feet with excited little hops.That meant one thing: time for a walk.Ray was deep in thought as he grabbed the leash and headed to the underground garage. As before, the neighbors had all gathered there—not yet panicked, more curious than anything, murmuring about when the weird fog would clear and when the temperature would finally climb back to normal.Ray was completely lost in his own head. If anything, it wasn't him walking Leo—it was Leo walking him. Not that he'd ever admit that out loud."Ray!" Lauren's sharp voice cut through the noise, her teeth practically grinding.He snapped back to reality, irritation flickering across his face. He'd been mapping out a plan—how to power himself up as fast as possible over the next eight months. He'd already scheduled everything through month three. And then his ex-wife's screech had derailed his train of thought entirely.'Where was I? Day what?'
Ray woke up with a splitting headache.He opened his eyes and found himself lying in bed.He jumped up immediately, assuming a defensive stance—only to realize his abilities were gone. His physical strength had dropped to a pathetically weak level.No—wait. He still had some ability. Just… 1 unit.Only 1 unit?And his body was at the same level—barely 1 unit of reinforcement.Had the aliens captured him?No—no, that wasn't it!He looked around. This was unmistakably the villa he'd bought.His head was pounding.A wildly absurd thought surfaced in his mind. He got up and opened the window.Outside, thick fog blanketed everything. Occasionally, the sound of hail could be heard—sparse, with a pellet or two every few minutes, clattering against the roof."Siri! Siri! Where are you?!" he shouted."I'm right here," came a voice from his phone, glowing and vibrating on the table nearby.He rushed over, grabbed it, and looked at the screen.June 1st. Day one of the apocalypse.
Seven died, six survived—but not a single one had become an ability user.Previously, the Hope Camp had left these test subjects to their own devices, with a survival rate of just ten percent. Now? Nearly fifty percent had made it through.Ray allowed himself a small, satisfied smile. His "surgery
The size of the spatial portal did not change at all, but its casting range increased to ten meters.Ray could only call it strange.The growth of this ability was the most baffling of all—impossible to predict. Just when he thought he had grasped its pattern, it would arbitrarily change again, le
"Evolving?" Molly and the other eight women all gasped in unison.Ray nodded and explained his theory.The nine women froze, stunned.They had assumed that ability users were born lucky—chosen by fate. After the disaster, the rarest, most fortunate people would naturally emerge. But Ray said it c
Just over an hour later, Ray stepped out of the villa.A wave of relief washed over him. All the side effects had finally subsided.He smiled faintly and returned to the villa where Celine was staying. By now, the sky was just beginning to lighten. A long day had finally come to an end.Checking







