My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 220

Ray moved on to the ninth villa.

He knocked on the door.

“Get lost!” A man’s furious voice bellowed from inside. “I’m warning you! I have weapons! Don’t force me to fight!”

Huh?

Ray paused. The tone didn’t sound like a thug’s at all. More likely, it was the owner of the villa, mistaking him for one of the construction crew thugs.

But… the voice carried the faintest hint of familiarity.

Ray didn’t take any chances. Once he made a move, there could be no loose ends. Better to mistakenly kill ten thousand than to miss one. And this voice had stirred an old, buried grudge.

He kicked the door–but awkwardly, even with his immense strength, he couldn’t break it open. Instead, the impact sent a jolt of pain up his foot.

Damn it.

Still, this only convinced him further that this wasn’t a thug from the crew, but the original homeowner. The door was far too sturdy–it was this very strength that had stopped the bandits before.

Even so, Ray had to be certain.

With a thought, a massive stone shot out from his spatial pocket, smashing heavily against the door.

But the door didn’t budge.

He pressed his hand, recalling the stone back into the space, then sent out a second kinetic stone.

Place. Recall. Place. Recall.

After only a dozen repetitions, the door finally splintered open.

This door had to be specially made. Otherwise, with the destructive power of the kinetic stones, one hit would have pierced a normal door long ago–their prior experiences had proven that. Yet, this one had required more than ten stones to break. Specially reinforced, without a doubt.

The door collapsed. Ray immediately recalled the stones.

About three meters inside, a man stood clutching a kitchen knife, his face twisted with rage, but his trembling hands betrayed his panic. He was completely terrified.

Huh… the interior of the house was actually warm.

Ray raised an eyebrow. Not impossible that a wealthy family installed a fireplace on a whim–but a month had already passed. Who still had unburned firewood?

Moreover, it was obvious this household couldn’t have gone outside. So, where had the supplies come from?

The warmth was enough that the man was wearing a thick winter–style set of pajamas. Inside, the temperature barely hovered above zero–nothing like Ray’s villa, where he could go shirtless.

Still, he could clearly see the man’s face now.

“Shane!”

The man froze. “Who are you?”

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How could this thug possibly recognize him? Ah–probably coerced from other homeowners. That explained it.

Ray, unhurried, lifted the fallen door plank and wedged it back in place. He propped it up with a table to keep it from collapsing All the while, his spatial portal remained open behind him. If Shane dared charge and strike from behind, he would instantly be sucked into the otherworldly storage space.

Not that Shane had the guts.

With the door “closed,” the piercing cold diminished considerably.

Ray turned to see a woman standing next to Shane–a beautiful young woman, her figure impressive even in winter pajamas. Her chest was full and prominent, giving her a striking presence.

She also held a kitchen knife, but unlike Shane, her hands didn’t tremble, and her gaze was firm and determined.

Ray smiled faintly and removed his hat.

“Ray!”

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