After killing Silvan Finley and absorbing his ability, Ray gained only a single unit of ability energy.Even so, the inevitable side effect still kicked in. He had no choice but to "deal with it."What else could he do?To her credit, Gigi truly deserved her reputation as someone from the entertainment industry. Her face had turned green at first, but within minutes she had regained her composure.Soon, she was sweetly calling him "Honey" and "Baby."If it made Ray happy, she didn't even mind calling him "Daddy."Quite impressive.Later, Ray paid another visit to the Seager residence. He left behind another batch of supplies and casually demonstrated his abilities.Just as expected, Celine's eyes immediately lit up. She had become interested in him.A woman becoming interested in a man was always an excellent beginning. With a little more effort while the iron was hot, winning her over would only be a matter of time. After all, there wasn't a single one of his women he intende

Ray laughed loudly and, in one fluid motion, grabbed Molly from the passenger seat.His strength was now so terrifying that even a building could be lifted—let alone a single person.Before Molly could even react, she was already in his arms.In her panic, he leaned close to her ear and whispered, "You don't have a red mole on your chest. But you do have a black one… right here."His hand pressed lightly just below her lower abdomen.Molly froze completely.Not just her body, but even her thoughts seemed to stall."Not only you," Ray continued lazily, "your sister has it too. That red mole you mentioned is on Katie's chest. To be precise—this exact spot."He tapped lightly on her chest."And she also has a birthmark on her thigh. About the size of a fingernail."Molly's entire body began to tremble.Because everything he said… was completely correct.Was this man really from the future?But if what he said was true, then didn't that mean she and her sister would both end u

"How much food did she eat?" Ray asked. "I'll pay you back."With a casual wave of his hand, a pile of instant noodles, biscuits, and bottled water appeared on the floor out of thin air.What the—Conjuring food from nowhere?Everyone's eyes went wide. They looked like they'd seen a ghost.Doug narrowed his eyes. "You're an ability user too."Materializing supplies out of thin air—that was spatial ability. Doug's expression shifted to one of smug superiority. Space powers were only good for storage. What use were they in a fight?'So you came all the way here just to deliver supplies to me? Ha. Thanks, I'll take it,' he sneered inwardly.Doug dismissed Ray completely. He fired off an ice spike, aiming to kill him on the spot and loot his items.But the ice spike vanished into thin air, like a stone dropped into the ocean. No splash. No reaction. Nothing.What the hell?His eyes bulged. He looked like he'd seen a ghost.Ray smiled faintly, raised his hand, and pressed down.

Tomorrow, he would head to Guillory City, wipe out Fanghold ahead of schedule, grab Paige and Leah, then head to Jayzepan.Come morning, Ray went "fishing" for mysterious matter as usual.His luck wasn't great this time—only a thousand units—but with the sapling's roots stretching longer by the day, the range he could "fish" kept expanding, and so would his haul, without fail.Ray made his way to Guillory City.Spatial swap fired again and again, each jump carrying him a hundred meters, and he could trigger it an absurd twenty-four hundred-plus times a day. That meant he could cover as much as two hundred forty kilometers using spatial swap alone—and Senna City to Guillory City was barely a hundred kilometers.Minutes later, he arrived.He appeared at the gates of the Fanghold's territory.The Jayzepanese were vicious. The moment they discovered the toxic hail could grant humans powers, they'd started evolving en masse—and nine in ten of them had died in the process. Clearly the

Ray did something almost stupidly simple.He pulled out a hot pot and got it boiling.Hot pot and barbecue—both threw off a smell so rich it could travel for miles. As the hot pot bubbled and popped, the aroma drifted into every corner of the hotel.Before long, people all over the building couldn't help themselves. Doors flew open, and they came stumbling toward the smell.The first to show up were four men who screamed "bad news" from a mile away—suits, even, though they'd layered thick blankets over top, which made for a bizarre look.Jayzepanese gangsters, clearly.Ray could see it plainly. Two of them had tattoos creeping up their necks. More on their backs and rear ends too, from what his spatial perception picked up—and every one of them was carrying a knife."Hot pot!""There's still hot pot out here?""Jackpot!"The four men crowded in without a shred of respect for Ray as the actual owner of the food, ready to shove him aside and take the spot for themselves.There