My Reborn Apocalypse Begins with a Divorce novel Chapter 83

Rita stepped into Ray’s basement.

She turned her head and froze,

Where was her husband?

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Ray walked over, casually tossing several packs of instant noodles onto the floor. There were even a few full- boiled eggs, plus several bottles of mineral water. As he did he ordered calmly, “Stand by the door.”

Rita instinctively wanted to refuse, but the moment she saw the pile of food on the ground, the refusal stuck in her throat. Her lips moved soundlessly instead.

She had been starving for days. Otherwise, she never would have followed her husband here to take such a desperate risk.

Ray smiled and handed her a roasted chicken leg.

“Eat.”

She reached out and took it. The smell of the roasted chicken was overwhelming–rich, tempting. She bit into it without hesitation.

Ray thoughtfully passed her a bottle of water as well. She drank quickly, and the burning dryness in her throat was instantly soothed.

More than ten minutes later, she had eaten everything.

“Full?” Ray asked with a smile.

“Yes.”

To Ray, this was nothing more than a minor interlude.

He knew that the snarky man had wanted to kill him. Yet he hadn’t taken his life. Was it mercy?

No. This was killing the heart, not the body.

A person could be killed anytime, but what was the fun in killing them outright? Letting them live forever in regret and humiliation—that was far more satisfying.

Ray dared to do this because he had absolute strength. If he were just an ordinary man, he would have eliminated every threat at the earliest opportunity.

He could kill that snarky man whenever he wanted.

If he really wanted to do so, that guy wouldn’t be able to escape this neighborhood.

In fact, Ray wouldn’t need to do it himself at all. He could simply offer a bit of food as a boun

would rush forward to become executioners.

Human life had become cheap. Killing someone was far too easy.

and many people

With the resources in his hands, Ray needed to give up only a tiny fraction to unleash a bloodbath in the neighborhood.

In the past, that was the power honey. Now? It was the power of food.

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He didn’t do it not because he couldn’t, but because he didn’t want people to die too quickly. That would be boring

They should hold on a little longer. At least until the hail stepped or the fog cleared.

Once that happened, his focus would shift to gathering energy resources. And when it became possible to go outside, there would naturally be far more “interesting” people to pass the time with. No need to keep staring at these neighbors forever.

He waited for nightfall.

Night came.

Thomas and his group made their move.

They split into two teams. One, led by Thomas, would launch a feint attack. Since they were trying to deceive Ray, the “leader” had to make an appearance–be seen and heard–so Ray wouldn’t grow suspicious.

The second team faced far greater danger.

They carried a bed down to the base of the apartment building. Thick quilts were spread over it, hanging down to shield most of their bodies. There was even a plastic layer sewn into the middle, to prevent toxic meltwater from dripping onto them once the hail dissolved.

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