Before the heavy fog could close in, Ray and his girls returned to the estate.The hovercraft was far too conspicuous, and its thunderous noise made it impossible to miss.Ray opened the door and stepped inside, activating his spatial perception at once. He was wary of someone breaking in and launching a surprise attack from behind the door.After all, when people return to their own home, they naturally let their guard down. Home—shouldn't it be the safest place of all?But what if a barrage of attacks came crashing down at that very moment?Catching him unprepared, even Ray could be killed easily.Even having a crisis alert didn't mean he could always dodge in time. Otherwise, wouldn't ability users be impossible to kill?On the contrary, how many ability users had already died at Ray's hands?After confirming the house was safe, Ray pushed the door fully open and went inside.The women were not nearly as cautious—or rather, with Ray around, they didn't need to be.This was

After laughing for a while, Ray finally said, "When have you ever seen me take reckless risks?"Once he made a move, his chances of winning were at least ninety percent. And anything below ninety percent, could that even be called a real chance?If it wasn't enough, he would simply keep piling on more firepower until he was satisfied.Hearing this, the women finally relaxed.Indeed, Ray was not that kind of person. They had been too tense."However, I will still take action," Ray added, changing the subject abruptly.Honey and the others thought he had his eye on Jennifer, which was utterly laughable. When had his standards ever dropped that low?What he wanted was the madwoman's ability.And there was another serious concern.Ray didn't know whether the madwoman had gone to house No. 9 and met Isaac and the others.If she had, that would be troublesome.Although Ray had never revealed his powers in front of Isaac's group, the fact that he sprayed poison water at fifteen peo

No wonder Jennifer had vomited when she relayed what had happened to Ethan.What was left of Ethan could not even be called a corpse anymore. It was nothing but a heap of rotten flesh and bones!Ray immediately shut off his spatial perception. He had already confirmed it—there wasn't a single living person in the house.He had come here for two reasons. First, to verify Jennifer's story. What if she herself was insane and had imagined the whole thing? The odds were low, but Ray still had to make sure.Second, he needed to search one villa at a time and find Number 114. She may once have been a victim, but now, she was nothing but a crazed murderer. She was far too dangerous.With his spatial perception turned off, Ray finally felt a little better. The lights were off in the house, so in the darkness, he could no longer "see" that horrifying corpse."On to the next villa."Ray climbed out through the window and headed for the nearest one.From this point on, he could only rely o

Ray sighed inwardly.Number 114 was still within the range of his spatial perception, but his spatial portal could only open within five meters. She was already beyond that distance, and she was pressed up against the wall. Any attack launched through the spatial portal would hit the wall first.Huh—actually, that might work too.Ray didn't want to rush in recklessly. Number 114's power didn't seem to be just regeneration—or rather, her terrifying healing might only be a byproduct of her true ability.Why had she been hugging one of the men and gnawing on them just now?Ray could think of only one explanation: absorbing blood to restore energy.Could it be that her ability was like a bloodsucking zombie's—that no matter how badly she was injured, as long as she drank blood, she could recover?He would have to put his theory to the test!When others "charged," they did it blindly. But when Ray charged, how could it possibly be that simple?Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh—chunks of massi

It wasn't that Ray didn't dare—there was simply no need. And besides… if he revealed himself, would Number 114 even be able to see him?The fog was far too dense.In truth, Ray wanted to ask about the situation in the Hope Camp—how many ability users they had in total. But the one facing him was a lunatic. And a lunatic had no fear of death.Like Number 9 before, when cornered, such lunatics only thought of dragging others down with them.And how could Ray be sure she was telling the truth?If he planned his strategy based on false information, the odds of being led straight into a trap were far too high.Better not to know at all—better to probe everything himself.With a thought, Ray sent even more bullets flying.Number 114's regeneration was astonishing, but it had to have a limit. As long as his damage exceeded that threshold, her healing would no longer keep up with the worsening injuries. In the end, she would die.She was hit again and again. Even when vital areas were