"You have a car?" Shane and Alina exclaimed in unison, their faces lighting up with excitement as they conveniently ignored the second half of Ray's sentence."That's great!" they said, practically giddy.With a car, they could go out and search for supplies instead of slowly starving in place.A whole month had passed. Every day, it was instant noodles, compressed biscuits, and canned food—so much that they were on the verge of throwing up at the sight of it."Ray, lend me your car—no, sell it to me," Shane said grandly. "Name your price. I'll pay you right now."Typical rich kid. He was used to solving everything by throwing money at it.Ray merely looked at him calmly. "First, money is useless now. Second, even if it weren't, how exactly would you transfer it? Third, you clearly didn't hear what I just said—I came here to settle a score with you.""What score?" Shane asked blankly.Ray smiled faintly. "Shane, you really do forget easily. Back in school, you used to bully me

The flavor was exquisite.Watching Ray swallow a bite, Shane and Alina couldn't help but gulp, their mouths watering uncontrollably.Shane was furious. It was just a little harmless bullying back in school! Besides, hadn't Ray already gotten his revenge? He clenched his fists in frustration and thought, 'I clearly remember being beaten by him that day—otherwise, how could I have learned my lesson and stopped bothering him? And now… he still holds a grudge? Pathetic. So petty.'He didn't want to look anymore and stomped off to another room in a huff, but the smell of hot pot was too strong. It seeped through the door cracks, teasing him relentlessly. Saliva pooled in his mouth. He couldn't resist—he was far too hungry.Ray spoke calmly, "Shane, wanting hot pot isn't a problem. But if you want some, you'll need to trade for what I want."Shane's eyes lit up. He rushed out eagerly. "Anything! You want anything, I'll give it!"Ray's smile turned wicked. He looked at Alina. "I want

Bolstered by her husband's encouraging look—and by her desperate need to survive—Alina steeled herself, took a deep breath, and stood up, leading Ray upstairs.She originally planned to take him to the guest bedroom, but Ray refused and walked straight into the master bedroom instead.Above the headboard hung a wedding photo of Shane and Alina.In the picture, Alina smiled sweetly, radiant and stunning. Her beauty practically leapt from the frame. The low-cut dress did nothing to hide her proud curves, her cleavage deep and impossible to ignore.Seeing Ray staring at her wedding photo, Alina felt her cheeks heat up, an inexplicable sense of shame rising in her chest."How did you and Shane meet?" Ray asked.Alina thought for a moment. "Our families introduced us.""Oh? And what do you do?" he asked casually."I'm with the city dance troupe."Oh?Ray looked her over again. It made sense—her legs were long, her proportions graceful and well-balanced."Let me take a look."Of

Early the next morning, Ray woke up lazily. He glanced at the time—just past seven. Hmm, still early.He set his phone aside and rolled over, deciding to go back to sleep.What was the point of getting up so early? There was no need to clock in for work.By the time he woke again, it was already past nine. Time to get up!"Breakfast time, you lazybones!"All ten members of the household gathered on the first floor and dug into their morning meal.After breakfast, Ray had planned to do a workout, but quickly realized that his strength had skyrocketed to an insane level. The existing gym equipment barely put up any resistance.Dumbbells? Please. Just a few dozen kilos—at his current strength, which easily exceeded a thousand pounds, lifting those was like a kid playing with a twig. Not exactly a workout.'I need a custom gym. And it has to be big.'Clearly, the villa could not meet his requirements.Previously, the garage had been adequate for running laps and letting his leopa

Ace was utterly stunned.In such extraordinary times—inside his own home, no less—three former high school classmates had somehow reunited. It was unbelievable.What made it even more absurd was that Ray had been their victim back in school. Or rather, Shane had been the one calling the shots; Ace had merely been the lackey.Back then, whoever Shane told him to bite, he bit. Orders were orders.And now, both the boss and the wronged victim had shown up at his door together. How could Ace not be shocked?'Am I really living in an apocalyptic disaster? Why does it feel like bumping into people from the past is so damn easy?' Ace couldn't help thinking.He frowned. "Ray, what are you getting at?"Ace was tall—slightly taller than Ray—and far more solidly built. In terms of raw strength, he completely outclassed him. If this escalated into a fight, Ace was sure he could take on two Rays by himself.To be a useful lackey, Ace had worked out religiously for years. Obedient and effect