All Chapters of My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce: Chapter 691 - Chapter 700

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

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

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

"Trying to run?" Ray's expression remained cold and indifferent. "If it were daytime, you might have had a chance. But at night? With thick fog blanketing everything, where could you possibly go?"Earlier, Gunnr had threatened that even if Ray and Travis escaped, he could track them by the sound of their heartbeats and footsteps. As long as they were within five hundred meters, he could locate them instantly.All he had to do was follow the noise—who cared what lay ahead? He could smash through walls like they were nothing and kill his target in a single strike.That was the terror of a beast-type ability user. Overwhelming strength. Blinding speed. Charge forward and crush everything.But now that Gunnr was the one fleeing, everything was different. How would he track by sound now?What—listen for Ray's heartbeat and footsteps, then charge straight at him? Was that escaping? So he'd just run blindly in a straight line?Sorry, but without clear vision, humans can't maintain a str

Gunnr was finally dead.Yet, Ray felt neither joy nor excitement—only a quiet sense of release, a weight lifted from his chest.At least Travis hadn't died in vain.Unfortunately, Gunnr's body had been shattered into a heap of mangled flesh. There was nothing left to take as a head to offer in tribute to Travis and his comrades."Lucky you," Ray said coldly.Suppressing his nausea, he reached out and absorbed the remains. Instantly, a surge of warmth flooded into him—violent and overwhelming.Gunnr's energy reserves were no less than Ray's—perhaps even slightly greater. That meant over twenty thousand units of power, crashing into him all at once. For a moment, Ray felt like he might explode.Fortunately, he himself was already at the twenty-thousand level. Otherwise, the sheer influx might have torn him apart.But earlier, the side effects of energy absorption had already pushed him to his limits. Adding this new wave, it was too much.He needed an outlet. Now.Or he really