That night, Ray woke up three times. Sleep didn't come easily.Finally, the long night passed.Day two of the apocalypse arrived.Ray racked his brain, trying to remember what he'd been doing at this exact time in his last life. He wanted everything to follow the same trajectory—that way he'd stay in full control. When the Purple Moon finally came, he'd go on his killing spree, harvest enough ability units in that single day and night, then "operate" on the Valenamese, the Melanmars, the Caumerians—any powerful ability user he could get his hands on. He'd keep climbing: a million units, two million, maybe even five million.There was no way that wouldn't be enough to take on an alien ship.Right. Now I remember.He grabbed his phone, snapped a few photos of his food stash, and dropped them into the group chat, tagging Honey.But here was the problem: Honey was still head-over-heels for Justin. He'd have to go through the whole "Justin betrays her" song and dance all over again
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