LOGINGunnr's was a beast-type. He'd grown wings—he could fly, sure. But now, his wings were trapped inside the spatial portal, and his feet weren't even on the ground. How was he supposed to resist the spatial compression's pull?He roared again, his voice filled with desperation and unwillingness. A red glow burst from his body as his power surged to its absolute peak. With a violent beat of his wings, he forcibly tore himself free from the spatial portal.But the price he paid was enormous.With a wet pop, one of his eyeballs burst out of its socket, trailing blood vessels and nerves—only to explode before it could even fall."I'll fucking kill you!"The moment he broke free, Gunnr shot toward Ray like a bolt of lightning.He was so fast that Ray had no time to react.But Ray had always been cautious. Until Gunnr was truly dead, he wouldn't relax or lower his guard.Gunnr had clearly rushed right up to him, his fist about to smash Ray's head apart—but when the punch swung through,
Gunnr didn't dare move.His strength was terrifying now—one sweep of his blade-like wings could split an entire building clean in half. And yet, he had a gut feeling: if he fell into Ray's "net," he would die. Without question, he would die.But if he didn't move, spatial shatter would activate directly on his body.Centered on Gunnr, within a five-meter radius, the space itself was fractured beyond repair. That meant his body, too, was being torn apart by those horrifying spatial forces.It had to be said—Gunnr was incredibly powerful. As a beast-type, he possessed astonishing regenerative ability. His wounds began healing the moment they opened. In that regard, beast-types were even harder to kill than body-enhancement types.The drawback, however, was that he had to maintain his transformed state to access that explosive power and regeneration. And maintaining that state consumed his energy, meaning there was always a limit.Gunnr was still far from that limit, but with his bo
Gunnr was fast! Incredibly fast!But Ray had been prepared. He had already cast exile on himself in advance, then pressed his hand forward.His new ability activated. This was… spatial shatter.Gunnr charged straight in—like an ordinary man plunging into a space filled with shattered glass. But these fragments weren't just scattered across the ground; they filled the entire area. With every step he took, his whole body was sliced apart.His legs, torso, arms, and wings—everything was cut, feathers scattering, blood spraying.Yet, Gunnr steeled himself and forced his way through the fractured space. His wings snapped together like a guillotine, slashing down at Ray.Unfortunately for him, it was useless.Exile was absolute. Even if Gunnr's attack were ten thousand times stronger, it couldn't harm Ray.At this moment, Ray was filled with nothing but killing intent. His face expressionless, he activated spatial shatter again.Gunnr burst out of the affected zone, but this time, n
A sudden sense of dread surged through Ray.Sure enough, Travis said, "In a moment, I'll kill myself. Once you absorb my ability, you shouldn't lose to that Jayzepanese bastard. If you can kill him, all the better. Even if you can't… you should at least be able to survive. Stay alive. You can kill him later!"This is our territory! How can we let a bastard like him run rampant here? Haha! As a soldier, dying on the battlefield is a worthy end for me!"Without hesitation, Ray used spatial swap to send Travis away, then immediately cast exile on him.Travis didn't care in the slightest. "Remember, after you kill that bastard, take his head and offer it to my comrades and me!"With that, he raised his fist and drove it toward his own temple."Travis!" Ray roared.But Travis couldn't hear Ray—and even if he could, he wouldn't have stopped. His fist slammed into his temple. At the same time, he deliberately suppressed his instinct to transform into flame. His skull shattered instantl
Ray wasn't doing this to injure Gunnr; he was simply trying to disgust him.He repeatedly activated spatial swap. One by one, the clothes on Gunnr's body disappeared, replaced with all sorts of bizarre items—lamb skewers, meat patties. He even swapped Gunnr's underwear for a grenade.Unfortunately, even when the grenade exploded, it failed to harm Gunnr in the slightest.Gunnr remained remarkably composed, allowing Ray to do as he pleased. He only said coldly, "Are you done yet?"Right then, the grenade detonated. Though it didn't injure him, it left his face blackened with soot.At last, Gunnr snapped.His figure moved, and his wings spread wide—each spanning ten meters. As they beat, they spun like propellers, whipping up streaks of black force that lashed outward. When they struck a distant wall, it was sliced open as if by invisible blades.What a terrifyingly destructive power.After venting for a moment, Gunnr gradually calmed down again. Having undergone beast transforma
Gunnr slashed out with his blade—but something felt off.He had been gripping the hilt tightly, but the moment he exerted force, the "hilt" in his hand suddenly gave way—no, not broke. It splattered across his palm, slick and mushy.He raised his hand to look, and his lips twitched uncontrollably.At some point, his sword had turned into a banana.Given his strength, that squeeze… of course, the banana had been crushed instantly, leaving his entire palm coated in sticky pulp.What the hell? A banana?He brought it closer and sniffed. The distinct, sweet scent hit him immediately.It really was a damn banana.Gunnr was both shocked and intrigued. Could Ray actually turn a sword into a banana?No.He saw it clearly—there was a blade in Ray's hand.His blade.So Ray hadn't transformed the sword into a banana—he had swapped the two.It sounded like a trivial distinction, but the implications were completely different.The former meant Ray could alter the very nature of object
Honey and Lola were breathtaking—absolutely stunning.Even Lauren, who had always considered herself attractive, felt completely eclipsed in their presence. Standing before them, she simply couldn't compare.Yet, women like them were on their knees before Ray, serving him with total devotion.Her
Ray had already checked the map in advance and knew exactly where the nearest police station was. Not just a precinct—he needed the full station. A small precinct might not have what he needed.The nearest police station was roughly five kilometers away. He kept his speed at a careful twenty kilome
Ray was very satisfied and treated the four women to watermelon.Two slices each—not a lot, but not too little either.Naturally, the four of them ate with delight.For Ray, supplies were a trivial matter. He had far too much. Just watermelons alone—he had several thousand tons. Even if he ate on
So Ray did nothing more than offer Lola a few words of comfort, calmly analyzing how difficult it would be to search. Beyond that, there was nothing he could do.Honey and the other three women naturally agreed with his decision.After all, what did Lola's son have to do with them?At most, they







