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 Ca