Ray, of course, had no moral qualms about Channing's methods.Food was life now. If someone came to take your life, why would you be polite in return? That would be foolish.Sending people out one by one to die was a deliberate act of intimidation. The farther back in line someone was, the more terrified they would be. Hearing the hopeless wails of those ahead would freeze anyone in place—who would dare make the same mistake again?Channing didn't just collect rent. He ran legitimate businesses as well.Take his seafood trade, for example—selling abalone. About half of it was handled individually, but Channing directly controlled around fifty women, dominating the other half of the market.Just these two ventures alone supported his growing influence, and the number of people flocking to him only increased.As Ray was thinking, a group of people approached.Leading them was a massive man, around forty years old, with arms nearly as thick as an average person's thigh. Each step h

Vincent wore a smug expression that said I knew you'd ask that. He replied casually, "That's exactly why I said he's an illegitimate son—someone who can't be brought into the light. So they could only find a way to get him money, let him build his own safehouse, and stockpile supplies."With that explanation, Simon found himself unable to argue.He fell silent for a moment, at a loss for words.It was Channing who broke into a faint smile. "Isn't there another possibility… that this man is also an ability user, and his power is foresight?""Boss, you're brilliant!" Simon said immediately.That had been his thought as well.But Vincent shook his head repeatedly. "All our abilities awakened after the apocalypse. Didn't everyone agree it was caused by those strange rays? If that's true, where would those rays have come from three months before the disaster?"That was a valid point.Channing and Simon had to admit it. In the end, it seemed the rough, thick-headed brute had guessed

In the end, all he had to do was show off his considerable wealth. Wouldn't that make it easy for Honey to follow him?And if Ray dared to refuse? Hah—one punch and he'd beat him to death.Ray stared at Cyrus in disbelief, completely baffled. He turned to Honey with a smile and said, "Is there something wrong with this guy?"Honey felt awkward and quickly explained, "He's the father of one of my former students. I'm not familiar with him."She was afraid Ray might misunderstand.Heaven knew she had always behaved properly at school. Indeed, many colleagues and parents had openly or subtly expressed admiration for her, but she had never once thought of betraying her marriage.Ray nodded and wrapped an arm around her slender waist as they walked forward. "Then there's no need to bother with this idiot."Idiot…?Cyrus froze, then nearly exploded with anger and rushed forward to strike. He barely managed to restrain himself.No fighting.The building materials market had strict r

'Oh? He's delivering weapons to me. Perfect!' Ray thought happily.He opened a spatial portal. No matter how many attacks came at him, he accepted them all with a smile.Now, another method of attack was added to his arsenal. It would be even harder for anyone to guess what kind of ability he had.Cyrus froze.Where were his iron feather arrows?So many projectiles—how could they vanish without a trace?He hesitated. Should he keep attacking?If he stopped now, after chasing them so aggressively and then being smashed by a single rock until his whole body ached—internal injuries were certain, and he might even have broken a few bones—it would be too humiliating to retreat.But if he continued… would it even work?As he thought, he flew faster. Naturally, he was afraid of being hit again. He figured that if he flew fast, Ray shouldn't be able to aim at him anymore.Ray smiled faintly.Cyrus was now flying at about thirty meters high—roughly the height of a ten‑story building.

They were being watched.Stella spoke up. Just two days ago, they had casually drawn back the curtains to peek at the outside world—and happened to see a group of people entering the community, searching for supplies or perhaps for people.The intruders saw them too.At first, the group had been polite, speaking softly, trying to coax Stella and the others into opening the door. But the girls were alert and cautious—and besides, they didn't even have the authority to open it. They couldn't even if they wanted to.Frustrated, the intruders eventually flew into a rage and tried to break in.The villa itself had cost 8 million to renovate. Even using explosives might not have breached it. And this group? They were armed only with rudimentary weapons.They spent the entire day cycling between rest and attempts to break down doors and walls—and all of it was in vain.That night, they gave up, finding a house in the neighborhood to sleep in.The next day, they left—and never returned