I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

So, without hesitation, Greg immediately went to work.

The empire was running peacefully, with people roaming here and there, all busy with their activities; the internet had reached an all-time high, and the dark web had vanished from existence, like pages in history.

Crime was basically infrequent, except for that committed by the higher-ups, of course, and almost every job was done by robots. However, these robots were ultimately controlled by humans; manual labour had become extremely rare.

Most of the jobs required highly trained individuals to manage the AIs and robots to ensure expansion.

Additionally, with fewer people needed for work, what did Ray do?

He expanded his empire not only to every single continent but also to the seas and oceans, the mountains, and even the penguin kingdom; everything was being capitalised on and utilised sustainably for growth.

This was how Ray was able to create plenty of jobs, and as a result, people weren't as homeless.

At this time, in the light of day, countless people and beings emerged from the shadows.

The moment the pedestrians saw them, panic spread across their faces.

Who doesn't know about the infamous police force that governed the entire empire?

They were like the hands of Ray, the emperor, and nobody could disobey them.

With the eerie darkness surrounding them, they naturally had unique features that especially caused the first generation of people to panic.

These guards had also been in place when they entered what was then Gene City; now that it had transformed into an empire spanning the entire world, leaving no stone unturned, nobody dared to ignore them.

The crowd watched nervously as they walked forward and entered a tall skyscraper with the bold letter "R" emblazoned on it.

"Why are they going in there? Isn't that the famous karaoke skyscraper?" one of the nearby pedestrians asked, confusion evident in their voice.

"I heard it's not a nice place; a lot of illegal activities go on there."

"Could it be that the higher-ups have finally taken action?"

"No," another pedestrian denied. "There are also some backhanded dealings involving the higher-ups; there's absolutely no way they would act against it."

"What about Ray, then? Does he know about it?"

"I don't know he is usually on his own device, spending time with his woman; damn it, that fucking bastard. I am so jealous of him; he has a harem of thousands of women, and they are all beautiful."

"Haha, do you wish to be erased from existence? He's the hero who saved us from the apocalypse!"

"Who really knows the truth about history? Only the victor decides how it's written, and we can never be sure what truly happened back then."

"It wasn't even that long ago! Didn't you witness it yourself?"

"Ugh, whatever. That bastard Ray is the reason we've got these random thugs running around," the person muttered with seething hatred.

There's an old saying: *You cannot satisfy everyone.* Even if Ray were to embody pure benevolence, there would always be those who harbour animosity toward him—whether driven by envy, blind prejudice, or sheer malice.

The world is full of such people, whether you accept it or not.

At that moment, a sharp, piercing cry echoed from within the towering skyscraper. People began pouring out in droves, dragged forcefully by the police one by one without an ounce of mercy. Those who dared resist were swiftly and brutally subdued.

"Am I dreaming?" muttered the person who had been criticising Ray, rubbing his eyes furiously as if to confirm whether his vision was playing tricks on him. He blinked repeatedly, scrutinising the chaotic scene again and again.

"So, they're finally getting arrested? Hmph, this is just one location—there are plenty of other places where thugs like these hideout," he scoffed, his tone laced with disdain.

At that very moment, the distinct 'ting' notifications began to echo around them, a symphony of sound coming from the holographic 3D phones scattered among the crowd.

There was news of the arrest of everyone connected to any crime, including those related to the bigwigs, being broadcasted everywhere.

It all happened in just a mere ten minutes, and afterward, a new hologram played right before their eyes on all the billboards and phones.

Everyone was stunned, rooted to the spot, as an extremely realistic scene unfolded before them, complete with visuals and sound.

In the scene, a long white-haired man stood upon a throne, his expression cold and his piercing gaze unsettling.

In front of him, an execution was taking place, with thousands of people lining up for trials, while an official watched from the side.

The wails of these people echoed in the ears of everyone present.

The first to step forward was a bald man with two golden rings adorning his fingers. What stood out the most was the intricate dragon tattoo sprawled across his gleaming head, giving him an intimidating and sinister presence.

His fearless demeanour remained unshaken as he ascended the stage with steady strides. However, the moment his gaze landed on Ray, he came to an abrupt halt, freezing in place as though struck by an invisible force.

Ray's mismatched pupils glow faintly, as he spoke in a calm yet commanding tone: "Tell me all your crimes."

The bald man's lips began to move almost mechanically, his voice eerily monotonous as he confessed, "I have drugged twenty people and made them..."

Word by word, he divulged his dark deeds, as if he were hypnotised, and it was accurate to assume that he was under Ray's hypnosis. The power of Ray's true eye illusion was so strong that he could even hypnotise people and compel them to speak the truth and any secret he wanted.

However, the power of Ray's *True Eyes* had its limitations. It was ineffective against celestial beings or entities of higher power, rendering it useless in combat but invaluable in situations like this.

As the bald man continued to confess his heinous deeds, the crowd watching the live 8K broadcast recoiled in disgust. The atrocities he described were so vile that some among them clenched their fists, overwhelmed by an almost uncontrollable urge to kill him on the spot.

Ray, however, remained composed, listening without a flicker of emotion crossing his face. Such revelations were nothing new to him. Before the Apocalypse, he had encountered countless horrors; during the Apocalypse, such atrocities became so commonplace they were beyond reckoning.

Finally, Ray's voice cut through the man's confession like a blade. "Then the final question: who is backing you?"

"It's Rufus," the bald man replied, his eyes blank and devoid of will.

Ray made a small, deliberate gesture with his hand. In an instant, the man vanished entirely—no blood, no remains, just dust swept away by an unseen breeze.

From the adjoining room, a shrill scream erupted. "Nooo..." The anguished cry echoed briefly before fading into a chilling silence, as if the very air itself had been drained of sound.

"Did you really think you were special just because you work for me and hide from my eyes?" Ray sneered inwardly, as the trial continued for a long time until everyone was executed. There were some innocents, however, who were forgiven in front of his true eyes; nothing could escape their gaze.

Finally, the stream came to an end.

Every person on Earth returned to their daily lives, their pupils almost in a daze and disbelief, but there was also a sense of relief in their hearts.

Some resumed their work while others began to chat excitedly, and praise for Ray echoed throughout the place. Find more chapters on m_v l|e'm-p| y r

Ray stood up from his throne, wearing a bored expression on his face.

"Hey, Shelly, this should be fine, right?"

"Yeah, it should be fine. You'll gain a better reputation now," Shelly said, nodding with a sly smile. "Honestly, we could've found them all using our technology, but that wouldn't be nearly as epic as the emperor himself slaughtering the criminals, would it?"

"When did you become such a shrewd little…" Ray's gaze drifted toward her, narrowing slightly.

"Hehe," Shelly giggled as she walked up to him, wrapping her arms around him with a playful snicker. "Am I getting rewarded?"

Her mischievous eyes sparkled with anticipation.

"Of course, you're getting rewarded," Ray replied with a low chuckle.

Soon, the unmistakable sound of flesh meeting flesh echoed softly through the room.

Some time later, Ray emerged, fully dressed and composed, as though nothing had transpired.

"That wasn't half bad," he muttered to himself as he walked away.

Then he spent his entire day with his woman again, enjoying their embrace as they vied for his attention. It was a delightful feeling that left Ray very satisfied.

The next day, in the blink of an eye, Ray found himself back in the office.

"Whoa, big brother, are you taking your job seriously again?" Greg said, his expression one of pure shock.

"Nah, I'm planning to take some people from Earth to other planets as well."

"Eh?"

"My main planet, in particular, will be named the Gene Planet. Earth will eventually run out of resources, so we should utilise the resources from other planets as well, shouldn't we?"

"Right." Greg nodded and walked out of the office to prepare for it.

Ray slumped comfortably in his chair and extended his legs toward the table, sinking into a deep sleep.

"I guess my two black holes have become ineffective now, huh?" he thought, contemplating.

Ray sensed an instinctual awareness that the moment he returned to the Milky Way, he would have to confront that multiversal being. He needed to find a way to fight that being while staying here.