Mag-log inRay chatted with Leah for a while longer.It turned out that she alone was responsible for going out to sea to fish, because no one else's abilities were suitable for it.She was a beast-type ability user, able to breathe underwater. The others could not. Even if they were not afraid of freezing to death, surviving underwater was an entirely different problem.So she handled the fishing, while the others each took on different roles, searching for supplies in the surrounding areas.However, none of them dared to venture into the city. Resources around the perimeter were limited, and life had become increasingly difficult. Because of this, some people had begun to lose patience. They were even persuading Tim to move into the city—or at least relocate somewhere closer to it.Ray shook his head inwardly.This settlement looked peaceful on the surface, but in reality, it was entirely held together by Tim's personal prestige and charisma. First of all, that kind of structure was not s
The others greeted "Gray" one after another, their enthusiasm unmistakable, as though they had already accepted him as one of their own.At that moment, the ice surface suddenly split open. A "mermaid" burst out of the water.It was the foreign woman named Leah. She was carrying a massive fish in her hands—likely a tuna. It looked to weigh several hundred pounds, yet she lifted it with effortless ease."Leah's back!" someone clapped.So it had been this foreign woman going out to fish before—and again now… Was this place entirely being sustained by one foreign girl?Leah dragged the fish over and, upon seeing Ray, her eyes lit up with surprise."It's you! You're here again!""Yes, it's me," Ray replied with a smile.The others immediately turned curious, and Leah briefly explained."So this is the kind-hearted person you mentioned!""What a coincidence!"A chorus of exclamations followed, and their attitude toward Ray became even warmer.Seizing the moment, Tim said, "Leah,
Not only had they reached the coast, but they were now walking directly across the frozen ocean surface.And if they continued a little further… wouldn't that lead straight to the ice huts where the foreign woman he had met was staying?Those ice huts were built far out, more than ten kilometers offshore. Ray had only discovered them on a whim after deliberately venturing farther toward the sea. With his spatial perception covering a ten-kilometer radius, he had just barely picked up their presence.Given how wary Tim had been of Fanghold and other factions, it actually made sense that he would choose to establish his settlement in such a remote, isolated place.Cautious—but also intelligent.Even if Fanghold was actively searching for survivors and forcing people to evolve, they probably wouldn't come all the way out here.There was nothing here. No resources. No value. Who would waste their time?As expected, after walking a bit further, the ice hut settlement came into view.
Suddenly, his phone rang again.'Still not giving up?' he smirked.This time, Ray didn't even bother to answer. He simply hung up. However, he still didn't put the phone into his otherworldly storage space. He was worried about missing calls from home. Moreover, if that so-called Lieutenant Colonel Shay was tracking the device, then at least it would lead them straight toward Guillory City.When he returned to Bay Garden, he would simply toss the phone into his otherworldly storage space. At that point, who could possibly track the signal? It wouldn't even be in the same dimension anymore.With that thought, he stepped out of the building.Outside, the refined-looking man had clearly been waiting for some time.As expected, the moment Ray walked out, the man's expression remained unchanged. He simply smiled and asked, "Finished your call?""Yeah," Ray replied with a smile of his own. "Thanks for waiting.""No problem. Time is the least valuable thing we have right now," the m
"Ray, we have reliable sources of information. Please don't try to divert the topic," said the woman who claimed to be Lieutenant Colonel Shay.Ray remained calm and unruffled. He chuckled lightly. "How reliable are we talking?"The woman sounded slightly helpless, then blurted out, "It was one of Guillermo Rodriguez's men—Guillermo himself told them that you had stockpiled massive amounts of supplies before the disaster."What the hell.'Channing, you bastard. I really want to resurrect you just so I can kill you a hundred times over,' Ray cursed inwardly.He had initially assumed his cover was blown through some hacker-like method—someone digging up records of his pre-apocalypse hoarding. But no. It turned out to be one of Guillermo's men snitching?And in the end, wasn't this all Channing's fault?'Ah, Channing… no wonder I keep borrowing your name as cover. You really don't get slandered for nothing.'"That's nonsense. Pure fabrication," Ray immediately denied it cleanly. "
The man was around fifty years old, with a refined and scholarly appearance that gave off the impression of an intellectual elite.Of course, Ray would never judge someone by appearance alone—there were plenty of beasts in human clothing.The man was currently dragging a small covered boat.The boat wasn't large, roughly seven meters long. Thick quilts were draped over both ends, providing effective protection against the wind and cold. Inside were seven people—likely three married couples, plus a single man.The three couples sat close together, huddling for warmth.Having already encountered Alexander's hypocritical "saintly" facade before, Ray naturally felt immediate suspicion toward this man. Especially now—he had just discovered a child's corpse in the area, and moments later, an ability user appeared pulling a boat full of people. How could he not be wary?Could this man be that beast?The problem was, once a body froze in this weather, it was extremely difficult to deter
Ray tried using the new ability on the table.But… it wouldn't cut.Huh. So the upper limit was only something as "soft" as apple flesh?Then what was this ability even good for?Well, it was useful—extremely useful.Because even body‑enhancement ability users, with their tough skin and hardene
All the way here, Number 9 had insisted on showing off—riding a bicycle while freezing the snow beneath it into solid ice so the wheels could roll smoothly. But that stunt came at a cost. It drained his abilities nonstop. A minute or two might not matter, but when the consumption piled up, it became
Fortunately, Ray was a Senna City native and still quite familiar with the landmarks along the route. More importantly, certain sections of the elevated highways rose thirty to forty meters high—far too tall to be swallowed by the snow. They had become natural markers for orientation."That's Xande
Anyone who aimed a gun at Ray was an enemy. To grant them mercy would be pure foolishness.Ray never denied he had a weakness for women, but in this apocalypse, survival came first. Enjoyment was secondary, far down the list.Steel rods flew again, their target: Silvan.Ray hadn't forgotten his m







