Lahat ng Kabanata ng My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce: Kabanata 111 - Kabanata 120

Ray felt a sudden spark of interest.Was that Lucy's best friend—the one she called Lindsay?They were actually sleeping together?Damn. Could there be something... intimate going on between them?The thought sent a restless thrill through him. He almost wished he could reach through the phone to get a look for himself, or maybe even jump into the "action."Lucy really was top-tier.He just didn't know if she was still untouched.After the betrayal in his marriage, Ray had grown intensely sensitive about whether a woman was a virgin or not."Alright. As long as I'm not dreaming, that's good enough. Go back to sleep," Ray said with a laugh, and decisively hung up.On the other end, Lucy nearly lost her mind.You wake someone up, say one thing, and then hang up? Who does that?! No way.She was wide awake now. Lucy immediately called back—only to find she couldn't get through.Ray had already turned off his phone."Ray, you bastard!" Lucy exploded.…Finally, dawn broke.R

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 face went pale.With beauties like that at his side, how could Ray ever spare her a second glance?"Ray, what did I ever do to you?" she shrieked, her composure finally snapping. Gone was the pretense of begging or endurance—now there was only raw, venomous hatred. Her last sliver of hope had vanished. "Why are you doing this to me?!"Ray laughed in disbelief. "You're actually asking me that?"Some people never change—the venomous ones never reflect, they only blame.But he wasn't here to argue.He'd shown her all this for one reason only: to let her see just how well he was living now. To make her regret. To make her seethe with envy and hate.To wake her up? To make her weep and re

'No problem. I'll ram it,' Ray thought.He floored the accelerator, and the G-Class surged forward.With a reinforced crash bar, the highest‑grade kind, plus a modified engine, smashing through a single barrier pole was nothing. Hell, it could've shoved a wall down if it had to.He made no effort to hide his movements. Visibility was around twenty meters now, and plenty of people saw it happen."Who is that?""Ray, I think. That car came out of the villa area.""How does he dare go out? Isn't he afraid the hail will shatter his windows?""Yeah, the fog's thinner today, but the hail hasn't stopped!""Maybe we should try our luck too.""Right. We can cover the windows with quilts, leave a small hole to see through, drive slow, be careful—it shouldn't be too hard to get out.""Exactly. We've got to take the risk, or we'll starve or die of thirst."Encouraged, many people worked up their courage and headed for the underground garage. Still, plenty of others didn't dare—or didn't

But then—Ray noticed that although the entry barrier he'd smashed earlier was still broken, several heavy stone bollards had been placed across the road, blocking the entrance.Inside the security booth sat more than a dozen elderly men. The moment they saw Ray return, excitement lit up their faces.Ray lowered the car window slightly. "What do you think you're doing?""Ray, we're about to starve and die of thirst," one of the old men said, pushing open the window. "You have to give us food and water. Otherwise, we won't let you back in."There was a roof over the booth that kept the hail off them, but it did nothing against the wind or the cold. As soon as the window opened, icy air rushed in, making all of them shiver violently.Ray laughed. "Aren't you afraid I'll use force?""Heh, we're not idiots," one of them said with a grin. To Ray's surprise, the old men each pulled out a toy water gun and aimed them at him.They were the most basic kind—hand‑pumped plastic toys with

On day 18 of the apocalypse, early in the morning, word spread rapidly as people ran from place to place, denouncing the atrocities committed by Building 4 the night before.They had launched a surprise attack on Building 3. Over the course of a single night, they assaulted more than half the building's residents, killing nearly everyone. Only a handful of women—those deemed attractive—were spared and dragged back to Building 4.Among the targeted households, some people fled in desperation, hiding in the underground garage. They used the darkness and the bitter cold to discourage pursuit, narrowly escaping death.Even so, by the next morning, more than half of those survivors were dead.The news came directly from their mouths.When the truth came out, the entire residential complex was shaken. Condemnation erupted everywhere.Under the coordination of the building leaders, most of the residents gathered in the garage for a meeting.Naturally, no one from Building 4 showed up—b