Ray quietly pushed the door open and pressed forward. Whoosh—the quilt blocking the doorway vanished. He pushed again until a gap wide enough for one person appeared. Slipping inside, he quickly shut the door behind him and placed the quilt back where it had been.Silence.He looked ahead. About ten meters away, a bonfire burned brightly, fed by all kinds of furniture—tables, chairs, cabinets. Massive piles of books were stacked nearby like small hills.But what shocked him was the scene around the fire. A group of people were singing and dancing as if what lay outside wasn't an apocalyptic disaster, but some kind of holiday camp. Several grills stood nearby, meat sizzling on top. Even from a distance, the aroma drifted through the air.Ray swept his gaze across the crowd. Roughly a hundred people surrounded the bonfire—maybe a few more. By the firelight, he could see clearly that none of them looked older than forty. Most were in their twenties or thirties, strong and able-bodied.

Ray casually pointed at one person."Die."A bullet flew out without a sound. Blood burst into the air."Aaah—!"Ray's expression darkened. The shot hadn't blown the man's head apart—it struck his ear instead. The distance was a bit too far, throwing off his aim.Honestly, it was a little embarrassing. He'd clearly said "die."But the people facing him were already terrified out of their minds.From more than ten meters away, with just a finger pointed, Ray had blown a man's ear apart.It was horrifying.Just as Ray had said, he wasn't a messenger of the Devil. He was the Devil himself.Immediately, some dropped to their knees, kowtowing again and again."Lord Devil, I submit! Please spare my life!"They were opportunists—people like that had no real faith to begin with.Ray said calmly, "Those who submit to me, come forward. I will take you into my kingdom."What did that mean?The kneeling people froze, then hesitantly stood up and began walking toward Ray, step by ste

If Ray stayed holed up in his villa for a year or more, hoping to lie low, sooner or later some powerful ability user might force their way in.Then he wouldn't even have a chance to fight back—and all the women he had collected would be handed over without a second thought.Ray shook his head. In this life, no one would ever kill him.After nearly another hour of driving, he finally returned to the residential complex.When the G‑Class rolled smoothly through the gates, it naturally caught the attention of everyone nearby—and stirred a deep, burning envy.They were starving to death.And yet Ray… could still go out and find food?"We should get food from Ray!""Drinks too!""If he has the ability to go out, then anything he finds should be shared with us!""Yes! How could he hog it all for himself? That's selfish.""Besides, we've been watching Building 4. What has he contributed?""Without our effort, he might already have been eaten by the people in Building 4!""Where

Ray was genuinely surprised.They wanted to release the cannibals from Building 4? They were completely insane.His villa was impossible for ordinary people to breach. So even if the residents of Building 4 believed that Ray was the one who had sealed them in—and that was indeed the truth—what then? If they couldn't break into the villa, did anyone really think the cannibals would just sit around doing nothing?No. The unlucky ones would be these people right here.So shortsighted.Was Ray afraid?Afraid of what? In a head-on fight, even if everyone in the entire residential complex were tied together, they still wouldn't be his match. And as for sneak attacks from behind—he now had defenses for that as well.Spatial perception.There was no way a few words from Harry were going to corner him. Ray gave a cold laugh and said, "If you're not afraid of being eaten by the people from Building 4 first, then go ahead and let them out. I've got my villa to protect me—they can't get in

Building 4 had broken free.They had nearly starved or perished of thirst inside their building. They were on the brink of desperation, and with a history of even eating people… After surviving this latest ordeal, was there any trace of compassion left? None.The other residents of the community were doomed.That night, piercing screams filled the air.Although Harry and his group had pinned the blame for Building 4's lockdown on Ray, Jon and his gang were no fools. Such a massive operation couldn't be completed by one person overnight. Clearly, Harry had been involved.And when it came to their enemies, why hold back?The people of Building 4 were like tigers unleashed, bristling with killing intent. Other buildings' residents were scattered and disorganized. As long as Building 4 didn't target their building, no one dared show themselves. They blocked stairwells with furniture, posted guards, and if Building 4 attacked, they would poke at them with bamboo poles from behind thes