My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 228

Chapter 228

Early the next morning, Ray woke up lazily. He glanced at the time–just past seven. Hmm, still early.

He set his phone aside and rolled over, deciding to go back to sleep.

What was the point of getting up so carly? There was no need to clock in for work.

By the time he woke again, it was already past nine. Time to get up!

“Breakfast time, you lazybones!”

All ten members of the household gathered on the first floor and dug into their morning meal.

After breakfast, Ray had planned to do a workout, but quickly realized that his strength had skyrocketed to an insane level. The existing gym equipment barely put up any resistance.

Dumbbells? Please. Just a few dozen kilos–at his current strength, which easily exceeded a thousand pounds, lifting those was like a kid playing with a twig. Not exactly a workout.

‘I need a custom gym. And it has to be big.‘

Clearly, the villa could not meet his requirements.

Previously, the garage had been adequate for running laps and letting his leopard stretch its legs, but now? With a huge hole in the structure, drafts coming in, and half the space blocked, running or walking a dog was impossible.

Ray’s thoughts naturally turned to the Finley family estate.

If he could seize it… that would solve all his problems.

For one, the number of beautiful women was steadily increasing, and the villa was getting crowded. With only four floors and limited space, moving back and forth could quickly become stifling.

Human nature was greedy. At first, people only wanted to survive. Once that was solved, they craved comfort. And once comfort was secured, desire grew for more. It was never–ending.

Ray sat down and began thinking seriously.

The mere presence of a single ability user in the Finley family gave him a reason he couldn’t ignore.

If he didn’t grow stronger now, he’d be at the mercy of others later. And that would be absolutely unacceptable.

“I just absorbed one ability. My body is still strengthening and will continue to do so for at least two days. So I need to plan carefully for these two days and act on the third. At the very least… scout Dolmein.”

Decision made, Ray pulled out a map. To his surprise, the Finley estate was marked clearly.

Looking at its size… wow, it was enormous. Rough estimates suggested it was no smaller than a sports arena.

It even had a proper name: Finley Mansion, not just some random building in a residential complex. No wonder it appeared separately on the map.

But the map only revealed so much. The rest would require him to scout it in person.

That day, Ray didn’t go anywhere else.

The next day, Ray had cured his laziness and went out to collect fuel.

If he was going to move into Finley Mansion, trips to the city would become a hassle—it was far away. Naturally, he needed to

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stockpile as much energy as possible now.

The mansion was massive; the daily fuel requirement for electricity alone would be huge.

Ray had prepared everything else, but fuel had been insufficient. Before the disasters, he’d been a law–abiding citizen, after all. He had never planned to seize the Finley estate; he’d assumed a single villa would be enough for a comfortable life.

But greed, it turned out, was boundless. And greed wasn’t necessarily bad–it drove people to progress and achieve more.

By the afternoon, Ray headed toward the wealthy district where Shane lived. His desire for revenge was still strong.

Entering Shane’s house, he found the couple starving. Though he had left some food before, they had eaten it all yesterday, and now they were hungry again. Their eyes lit up at the sight of him.

After over an hour, Ray asked Alina, “Tell me… how did Shane pursue you back then?”

He was going overboard with that question, but Alina dared not refuse. She replied, “He’s a rich kid–flowers every day, waiting for me in his luxury car outside the dance troupe. Within a month, I’d fallen for him.”

Ray’s interest was piqued. He asked, “Ian Fudge, Ace Pickett, Jonathan Willow… do these names ring a bell?”

These three had been Shane’s lackeys, each of whom had beaten him in high school.

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Chapter 229

Alina quickly said, “Those three are employees at Shane’s company. They get along with him pretty well and often come over to hang out.”

Ray chuckled. Ian and the others had clung to Shane’s coattails back in high school. Apparently, graduating and starting work hadn’t changed a thing they were still planning to serve him loyally for life. Some people really knew how to brown–nose!

“Do you know where each of them lives?” he asked.

Alina paused for a moment, thinking, then gave an address. “Actually, Shane and I have been to all three of their homes, but we only went to some of the others once. Ace’s place, though we went there often, so I only really remember that one.”

Went there often? But why only Ace’s house?

A guess formed in Ray’s mind, though he kept it to himself.

Opening his map, he checked–coincidentally, Ace’s house wasn’t far from a gas station, and it was one Ray hadn’t been to yet.

He wasn’t about to go out of his way for a trip, since he had been too busy collecting fuel these days. That was priority number

one.

But if Ace’s place was right next to a gas station, taking a detour wasn’t an issue. Of course, today was too late; he’d go tomorrow.

The next morning, Ray got up early. Beyond his daily fuel–collecting task, he planned to swing by Ace’s home.

Whether Ace was alive or not didn’t matter. It was along the way, so he’d check.

After breakfast, he first picked up Shane and Alina from their house. Once they were in the car, he knocked them out and had them sleep in the back seat while he worked.

By 2 PM, he had finished his tasks for the day. Excellent.

He drove into a residential area–modern apartments in a prime location. Before the disasters, second–hand units here went for roughly 5,000 dollars per square meter. Ace could afford this? Hah.

The residential area wasn’t as lifeless as he expected. Ray noticed some windows with people inside, seemingly shocked at the scene below. Of course, he couldn’t see their faces clearly, but he could guess.

Humans are stubbornly resilient!

He parked at Building 7 and poured half a cup of water over each of the two groggy passengers, waking them.

“Huh… did I fall asleep?” they asked, startled. In the end, they decided that maybe the warmth of the car had lulled them into dozing off.

“This is… Ace’s neighborhood!” Shane suddenly realized.

“Heh, familiar with the area, are we?” Ray said with a grin.

Shane’s expression tensed, then he quickly added, “We’ve been here a few times, so it’s natural to know the place.”

“Oh, only a few times?” Ray drawled.

“Of course, only a few,” Shane replied, glancing at Alina for confirmation.

“Get out,” Ray said casually.

The couple didn’t want to leave the warm car, but they dared not disobey.

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Thankfully, their thick winter clothes kept them from freezing immediately, though they were still shivering in the cold.

Ray pushed open the building entrance. The elevator, of course, was useless, so they had to climb the stairs.

By the sixth floor, Shane was panting and sweating profusely.

“Shane, you really need to exercise,” Ray joked.

Shane could only roll his eyes. Starving and exhausted, he had no energy for exercise.

Fortunately, Ace’s apartment was on the ninth floor. After climbing three more flights, they arrived.

Ray knocked on the door, hoping Ace was still alive. Otherwise, all this effort would be wasted.

A voice called from inside after a moment. “Who’s there?”

There was caution and a hint of ferocity.

Ray’s eyes lit up. The voice stirred memories. It had to be Ace!

He gestured to Shane to speak. Reluctantly, Shane went to the door.

“It’s me–Shane!”

“Boss!” The voice inside sounded relieved, even a little emotional, as the door opened to reveal… Ace.

Years had passed, but Ace hadn’t changed drastically–just matured. The tall high school boy had become a tall man.

At 1.82 meters and over 200 pounds, he was impressively strong.

“Boss, how did you–how did you get here?” Ace asked, bewildered. Then he slapped his forehead. “The car! Boss, you really went out of your way to get us!” He looked so touched he might cry.

Shane felt awkward. He could barely keep himself safe, let alone save his lackey. Even if the car was his, he’d never have planned to rescue Ace. His own safety came first.

“Come on in, quick!” Ace said, gesturing to Ray and the couple. He didn’t recognize Ray, assuming he was just their driver. Ray

didn’t correct him.

Once inside, Ace shut the door, and the cold eased slightly. Outside, temperatures hovered around minus forty; inside, probably

around minus ten.

In the living room, two figures were bundled under blankets. One adult woman, mid–twenties, with decent looks and a subtle charm in her eyes; the other, a small boy of three or four–Ace’s wife and son.

Ace’s wife lit up at the sight of Shane, her excitement clear. Ray noticed her reaction, and after glancing at the boy, he couldn’t help a knowing smile.

“Boss, I’ll pack a few things, and we can leave in a bit!” Ace moved toward the back to gather valuables–gold, jewelry, anything of worth.

“No need,” Ray finally spoke. “I didn’t bring them here to rescue you. I came to confirm a suspicion and, of course, to settle an old score with you.”

Ace froze, then studied Ray closely. Seconds later, he exclaimed, “Ray!”