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My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 144

Chapter 144

Ray made his way into the gas station store and cleared it out completely.

Since he was there, why not take everything?

Then, he returned to the car. Outside, the cold was brutal. Inside, he could remove his jacket, but out there? If he dared go out in just a sweater, he’d freeze solid in minutes. Extreme cold wasn’t something to take lightly.

Cassandra also removed her coat, feeling the warmth of the car. She was from the police station, and even with a change of clothes, seasonal restrictions meant she only had short sleeves or longsleeved shirts beneath. But under her coat, she wore a bulletproof vestnot for protection from bullets, but as an extra layer of warmth.

With the vest on, Ray couldn’t discern her figure at all. But once she removed her heavy military coat, he got a clear view of Cassandra’s form.

She was undeniably beautifulat least a solid 90 out of 100. Could she rate a 91 or 92? That would depend on her jugs.

Her face wasn’t the sharp, Vshaped style of a celebrity. It was a classic, ovalshaped beauty: soft, rounded chin, delicate skin, and lips like flames. Only a slight dryness cracked her lips, which mildly affected her allure.

Ray smiled and handed her a cup of tea. Moisturize your throat.

Cassandra took it and was stunned. Is it warm?

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Of course,Ray replied with a grin. Follow me, and at least in terms of material comforts, you won’t be neglected.

Cassandra considered this. It’s not just about being treated wellpower’s out, so there’s no heating. The hail is toxic, the natural water sources are contaminated, and the environment outside is lethal. Getting food and clean water is nearly impossible.

So this seemingly simple cup of tea isn’t just a drinkit’s hope. And it’s warm!

She was smart and perceptive.

Ray smiled. Letting her know just enough of his secret was a good thing. She now understood that all the supplies were in his hands, and if anything happened to him, they would vanish forever. Naturally, she wouldn’t dare harm himunless she wanted to die too.

Once she had sipped her tea, Ray reclined the front seat, turning it into a makeshift table. He laid a plastic sheet on it and began arranging dishes.

Cassandra watched in amazement as he produced steaming hot meals like magic, her eyes widening and her small mouth falling open. Ray chuckled and popped a chicken drumstick into her mouth, prompting her mock protest.

At first, she ate daintily, but soon she was devouring everything with gusto. The food in the armory had been canned, cold, preservativeladen rationsenough to prevent starvation, but hardly enjoyable. These treshly prepared dishes were a completely different world.

I’m so full!Cassandra pressed her slightly rounded stomach, looking embarrassed She had always been a lady she’d never acted this way before!

Ray brought out a plate of freshly cut fruit. Despite her fullness, she managed to eat half of it before giving up. Ray ate alongside her and then gathered the plastic sheet and trash, ready to discard the trash bag later.

Morning came. Ray stretched and focused, activating his spatial perception ability. Within three meters in every direction above, below, and behindhe could see everything clearly.

He could now actively use spatial perception.

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Not only that, he could feel a significant increase in his physical capabilities. His strength, speed, and resilience all far surpassed those of yesterday.

Why?

It must have been that warm surge of energy.

He recalled touching the mutated husky’s body and feeling a rush of warmth surge through him, a sensation that altered his body in ways he hadn’t fully understood. Now, after a night of rest, the transformation had fully manifested.

The most tangible change? The maximum size of his spatial portal had doubledfrom 5×5 meters to 10×10 meters.

That was a massive leap.

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