I Spread my Genes to Level Up in the Apocalypse

Gradually, Ray was covered in sweat as a terrifying pressure waged war in his mind, nearly overwhelming all his mental activities and making it hard for him to think.

His eyes widened with horror as he felt countless hands trying to bind his body and drag him deep into the realm of the dead.

His mind was filled with confusion, but he persisted.

"I must… must survive…"

Ray uttered, visualising the image in his head again.

Although the pain in his head was slowly diminishing, he still couldn't pull out the orb.

"Status."

The familiar red panel appeared in front of him. This was an anomaly.

The realm of dead was a place where no light could or would ever pass, ever since the beginning of time.

It was the absolute realm of death, where all things could only exist in pure darkness.

But the red panel slightly made this dark world shine with a little red light?

Ray felt a presence, a terrifying presence that crept up his spine for a moment; he didn't even dare to move, as terrifying, huge rumbles echoed in his ear.

"Fuck," he cursed as he immediately looked at the Necromancer skill.

[Congratulations, you have 500 mutation energy. Would you like to advance the skill Necromancer from Awakening II to III?]

"Yes, yes," Ray shouted with his blood rushing, as he felt the presence getting nearer and nearer to him.

Boom!

Some unknown changes occurred inside him, but he wasn't in the mood to focus on them.

He used all his strength to pull the black orb and finally managed to retrieve it.

Then he immediately tapped out of the realm of the dead, just as a finger the size of him reached his location.

"Was… there… a… human… here?" an ancient male voice echoed in the realm of the dead.

"There are many necromancers who come here, my king," another voice responded, gender-neutral as if it had no distinct sound.

"But… the… light…"

"There… was… light…"

The voices echoed in the darkness and gradually faded away as an invisible force spread, silencing them all.

Ray fell to the ground with a terrified expression.

"What was that?"

He felt like he was an ant, a mere speck of dust that could be blown away.

This was not a pleasant feeling to have.

The oppression made Ray soaked in cold sweat, and he didn't feel much killing intent from any being; it was more like the natural oppression of those beings.

"What kind of creatures are they?" Ray's eyes flashed with fear.

He could sense multiple of them, and they were all in that realm of the dead.

"Did this system attract them?" He looked at the red panel with gritted teeth.

"Huff, huff, I must survive," Ray muttered, recovering in a short time as he now focused on the black orb that had almost taken his life away.

"I hope it was worth it to risk my life over it," Ray muttered, lightly waving the black orb towards the corpse of the undead raven. The eerie darkness started to spread throughout his body, regenerating it.

Under his eyes, the destroyed corpse of the raven was fully healed, and then it slowly stood up, its fur covered in the eerie darkness. Even its eyes were the same, as if it was the bane of all living beings.

But in front of Ray, it acted cute, showing absolute devotion to him.

Ray felt the soft feathers of the undead raven and nodded his head.

Actually, he couldn't use analyzer skills on his own summons, as they were from the realm of the dead. He couldn't know anything about it, as the darkness completely blocked off his ability to analyse it.

Despite having so much mutation energy, Ray was still unable to advance his Analyser skill, which left him completely confused.

Whether there was some condition or not became a secondary concern because it was already overwhelming for him to use this skill.

The sheer amount of information that would flood into his brain in an instant was truly terrifying.

"Cancel," Ray muttered, feeling the rapid drain of his mutation energy.

It has just increased, and now it has become less than 500 again.

However, that didn't discourage Ray from advancing his Lightning Arts skill. It was one of the most useful skills, graded as B-class and even comparable to his Necromancer skill itself.

As Ray focused on his Lightning Arts skill, another panel popped up.

[Congratulations, you have more than 100 mutation energy. Would you like to advance the skill Lightning Arts from Awakening I to II?]

Ray unhesitatingly accepted, as this was the same consumption as his Necromancer skill when it advanced from I to II.

Immediately, a row of information appeared in his mind.

Some strange changes also happened to his mutation energy that he couldn't describe.

But the most important thing was that he could now feel a set of moves in his head, and he knew exactly what it could produce. It was definitely weird.

Ray finally calmed down and decided to use one of the moves.

"Lightning Arts: Plasma Orb," he said, moving his hand in a skillful operation that almost felt like dancing.

A blob of pure lightning formed with electric arcs surrounding it, creating a terrifying scene in front of him.

Ray, a little embarrassed, pushed the blob of lightning toward one of the walls.

Instantly, the lightning seemed to have formed a terrifying destructive power that engulfed the entire building.

The walls were scorched, freely flowing and destroying everything.

"This…" Ray widened his eyes.

He wasn't surprised because of the scorched wall, but because this electricity seemed to travel without a medium and the power was not lost by much at all.

"This is defying physics."

He had acquired three moves: Thunder Spear, Thunder Field, and Plasma Orb.

Thunder Spear had a more piercing effect as it could be used by accumulating electricity in one of his fingers, while Thunder Field was like a shield forming electric arcs around Ray.