"Can we change the condition?" Jose gritted his teeth.
"No." Ray shook his head.
"Why, you piece of—" Freya started to shout again but was stopped by her father.
"Alright," Jose said.
"Hmm." Ray nodded and swaggered inside with a pan.
Thump!
Thump!
Thump!
There were three banging sounds of the pan from inside, and it became extremely quiet.
"Should we go inside, Father?" Freya asked anxiously. "What if this guy is dead or he locks us out after getting the supplies?"
"You don't have to worry about that, Freya." Jose, who had a wise expression, suddenly smirked evilly while taking out a machete hidden behind his back.
"What... What are you going to do with it?" Freya said nervously.
"What do you think I would do? Kill this guy." Jose rolled his eyes.
"But isn't that a crime?"
"Haha, this is the end times, girl. Although the people on the lower floors have all turned into undeads, the supplies aren't enough for all of us. If it's just the two of us and this guy's meat, then we will be able to last longer," Jose said with a cunning smile.
If that also didn't work then he wouldn't mind becoming a cannibal again.
Freya still felt uncomfortable. In this modern time, although people had become toxic, it was only with words that she didn't notice the murderous thought in Jose's heart.
Killing people and even cannibalism were options she had never considered and even imagined in her mind.
"How can we kill him though?" Her entire body was trembling, and her legs were weak.
Ray had already killed so many undead; even if they wanted to kill him, how could they?
"Don't worry about it." Jose extended his hand, and a small spark of fire appeared in his palm.
"Fire!?"
Jose hurriedly closed her mouth. "Are you crazy?"
Freya hurriedly shook her head. "Now father, do you have abilities like those in the games? When did that happen?"
Jose didn't speak. He had gained these awakened abilities when he killed the first undead, his wife and her mother, after the entire world suffered from the radiation.
He wouldn't admit that he had killed his own wife.
"I got it from killing my first undead," Jose replied vaguely.
"Does that mean I will get superpowers from killing this undead as well?" Freya asked, not noticing his vague tone and instead filled with excitement.
"I don't know. What does the internet say?"
"Everyone seemed to have gone silent after the apocalypse," Freya frowned.
"Forget it. First, you distract the kid and I will sneak attack him."
"Okay."
Freya immediately came to the door and said in a small voice, "Are you there, Ray?"
"Yes," immediately a voice came from inside.
"Why are you calling me? You can come inside if you want," Ray called out.
Freya nervously turned back to Jose, who nodded in response.
"Alright," she gulped before slowly opening the door.
The creaking sound of the door being opened made her even more uncomfortable.
Just as she was about to step into the room, a hand heavily hit her neck, and her vision went blank falling to the ground.
"You bastard," Jose's expression immediately changed; he waved his hand preparing to shoot a ball of fire.
Ray, who was inside the room, sneered at the man as he threw the pan with his extraordinary strength.
Swish!
The wind seemed to be torn as it accurately landed on the man's head, cancelling the fireball.
"I knew it, you were an awakener." Ray immediately took two kitchen knives and charged at him, not giving him a chance to react.
Since his speed and strength had both doubled, it seemed almost like an instant before he appeared in front of Jose.
He stabbed him right in the heart.
"You…" Jose looked in disbelief at the bloody wound.
"Remember not to talk so loudly in your next life," Ray said condescendingly as the man fell to the cold, hard floor, making a pool of blood underneath him.
"Sigh, I killed a civilian for the first time ." Ray looked at his trembling hands and feet. He has definitely killed people before but that was when he was in the military and they were soldiers while now they were just ordinary people: there was a big difference.
"No, I must kill people if I want to survive in this end time, or I would die instead. As for cooperation, it is even more impossible."
With such limited food, how could there be any cooperation?
When any living being is hungry, the evil they can commit is beyond imagination—from cannibalism to eating a pile of shit just for survival.
Ray searched Jose's body but couldn't find much aside from the long machete.
Then Ray's gaze went back to the unconscious Freya.
"She is my key," he muttered.
He walked to her step by step, carrying her into the room.
Laying her down on the comfortable bed, he called out again, "Status."
—--
[Name: Ray Crownwell]
[Status: Awakened (E-class)]
[Skill: Body Strengthening (Awakening II)]
[Strength: 72 Kg (36 original)]
[Speed: 26 Km/h (13 original)]
[Mental strength: 1.05 (1 for the average adult man)]
[Mutation energy: 3]
[Shop points: 0]
—--
"System, are there any conditions I need to know before I start the process?" Ray thought to himself. But there was no reply from the system—completely motionless. "Forget it, I need to wake her up first."
Shaking his head, he stood up and went to the refrigerator. Inside, there were only a pair of milk bottles, some vegetables, meat, and fruits with grains. Cheese wasn't very popular in his place so there was no cheese.
"Finally, I can have a hearty meal," Ray's lips curled.
With that said, he started to cook some chicken and ate it with glee. Finally, the long hunger was satisfied.
"But I will be needing more food soon."
As he was thinking this, Freya entered the room, scratching her head in confusion when she saw the leftover pieces of the chicken. She couldn't help but drool.
"You want some?" Ray said with a chuckle.
"Yes," Freya nodded, almost dazedly.
But when Ray's face came into focus, Freya was startled.
"It's you."
Then her mind seemed to recall all that had happened to her, which made her eyes filled with resentment.
"What happened to my father?"