Which woman, no human, wouldn't like someone who would protect them and care for them?
Although he was a little lustful, that was something she didn't mind. Grace even considered that the reason he was like this might be because of the awakening.
After all, from her observation, Ray's awakening strengthened his body, making it stronger. Maybe his hormones were also enhanced because of this?
"Hey Freya, Ray has left." Grace said lightly.
"What happened?" Freya had a worried expression.
Like Grace, she was even more dependent on Ray because she couldn't awaken, and in this apocalypse where rules and order collapsed, she finally knew the fate of her if she didn't gain the protection of him.
"Well..."
...
Ray looked back and sighed, "Looks like she went back."
While saying this, he looked at the four level one undead that they previously killed.
One was entirely frozen with its entire body completely unrecognizable. As for the other three, there were some ice wounds, but the damage wasn't high to it.
Instead, all their heads were smashed into bits, clearly from a sharp object.
"Bind."
He uttered, the mutation energy in his body rapidly drained from his body, all supplied to the mental image formed in his mind.
When Ray opened his eyes again, he was in pitch black darkness, darkness that made you shudder involuntarily as if it was the bane of all living beings.
His body was slowly floating in this eternal darkness with no end to sight. Ray couldn't even feel his own body.
A small black orb started to float in front of him. Ray hurriedly closed his eyes.
He had made the mistake of looking around, which still made his heart palpitate as if it was his instinctive fear as a living being.
The next moment, his eyes opened to a red panel floating in front of him.
[Binding failed, the corpse of the undead is too damaged]
Ray was stunned on the spot. The black orb hovered in front of him but didn't enter the frozen undead.
"So it doesn't work on broken undeads?" His eyes slightly squinted as he looked at the other undead again.
After recovering some of the mutation energy, he again went to bind the other three level one undeads.
After his Necromancer skill leveled up, the limit of his summons increased. Ray didn't even have to look at his system to know this change.
From his instinct, he could feel the changes that have happened because of the advancement.
At this moment, Ray finally knew what Grace had felt previously. Unlike the body strengthening skill, which was very apparent in his body, but the advancement of his necromancer skill was different, way different.
It was as if he was born with the Necromancer ability and knew it by his instinct. It was like someone had forcefully implanted all the knowledge of the soul directly to Ray.
Either way, Ray started to bind the three undead's.
To his surprise, the process went very smoothly without a hitch.
Soon, in front of his black pupils, lay three level one undead humans covered in an eerie darkness, completely recovering from their wounds.
If you previously looked at the burst head of the three, then their situation was definitely more bad than the one frozen because its entire body was still preserved in the ice.
"How does that make sense?" Ray squinted his eyes in a frown.
"Is it because of the ice element that Grace released?"
The only difference between the dead undead, except for the damaged corpse, was that the three were killed by knives while the first one was killed by the ice element of Grace.
"I have to trace this in the future."
Ray's gaze went to the fleeting back of the ruffians with a dangerous light in his eyes.
No matter how you look at it, these people didn't have good intentions.
If he left them alone, then they could be an unstable factor that might potentially come to attack him at some point.
What were the most dangerous people in this apocalypse?
They were the type of people who did the dirty work.
Their mentality had already been hardened by the streets, and they could quickly adapt in this world and change their ideals quickly.
In fact, it could be said to be a heaven for these people.
They have been suppressed by the laws and regulations as well as society for a long time, and now these shackles have finally been unleashed.
Ray sighed.
A person's behavior is made when they grow up interacting with their surroundings, either the people or the environment.
These people almost all came from the lower rungs, always suppressed.
What happens when people are suppressed? They become even more rebellious, their minds tempered.
Tough times create strong, weak times create weak.
While distracting thoughts appeared in Ray's mind one after another.
He was already slowly following them, or more like his summon, the level one undead dog, was slowly following the two while his vision was shared by Ray.
This was one of the features of the advancement of Necromancer, sharing the senses of his summon.
Soon, the two people led him to a small cottage.
Ray was shocked when he saw the cottage. His heart almost skipped a beat.
This was one of the most famous places in the entire community, not because some saint lived in it, but because a criminal nicknamed King who had been charged with manslaughter was staying here.
He was here on bail from the court, but everyone knew that he would likely be sent to the war as cannon fodder soon.
When the war started, the judicial system was already collapsing, and most people could get out if they used enough money, no matter their crimes, but on the condition that they become soldiers and do impossible tasks.
"Damn it." Ray's pupils flickered deep in thought.
Although his strength could not be considered as a human anymore, however, that was before the apocalypse.
He would be an idiot to believe that there weren't other awakeners just like him.
And King, this criminal, was a terrifying being even without awakening and could destroy handcuffs with raw strength.