A Sick World! / Raising a Little Lolita

This World Is Seriously Ill. Author: Purple Night String Song

"Welcome, student Kevin Li, to log in to our school website and confirm your information. Have a smooth journey and a pleasant trip—By Raccoon City University..."

In the darkness, Kevin could only smile bitterly at the blessing. After opening the electronic world map marked with special points of light, he saw city names heavily circled one after another, like malignant tumors growing on the Earth.

America: the "warm and welcoming" Raccoon City, the "talent-rich" New York City...

Japan: the "scenic" Toko City, the "recreational" Amamiya City...

China: the "harmonious" Juxia City, the "absolutely safe" Tianhe City...

There were also Tokyo, "Shinra Fortress"; Changkong City, a "vacation destination"...

Skull Island, "rich in species"; R'lyeh, "seafood everywhere"... and many other places awaiting exploration.

Kevin collapsed weakly onto the bed, rolling his eyes at the ceiling as he screamed inwardly.

Fuck, this world was sick—and... seriously sick!

What? My old name was "Kevin Kaslana"? Fine, say no more. Where were the Herrschers?

Chapter 1: A Sick World!

"RPD! Hands on your head! Get on your knees!"

"Molesting a young girl, huh? Scumbag! You're under arrest! From this moment on, you have the right to remain silent, but every word you say can and will be used against you in court!"

The Miranda Warning the newcomer added afterward bore obvious signs of underhanded manipulation.

That thick, black, hard object was shoved straight into the young criminal's half-open mouth. The nauseating smell of gun oil mixed with the metallic rust scent unique to blood, constantly washing over and stimulating his nerves.

At the same time, by the lake in Central Park, the scene of the crime, the young female victim stood there blankly. Her brown curls draped over her shoulders, and her emerald eyes were filled with confusion and panic.

She looked around ten years old. Hugging a tattered white princess dress to her chest, she trembled in the cold wind.

Though the budding little girl's immature body was covered by clothing, distinct thumb-shaped bruises could be seen on her exposed shoulder blades.

Meanwhile, the criminal being pinned to the ground and brutalized by the female officer perfectly embodied the phrases "beast in human clothing" and "a refined scoundrel."

Behind those black metal-framed glasses was a gentle face that looked weak and harmless, combining the delicacy of Eastern features with the depth of Western ones.

With his intensely scholarly appearance, he looked like the sort of college student who could easily make people lower their guard.

Once the cold handcuffs had been locked behind his back, the policewoman abandoned the criminal writhing and retching on the ground. With a look full of sympathy, she pulled the dazed light-brown-haired girl into her arms and gently comforted her.

Luckily, she had a habit of night running in Central Park and had stopped that scumbag in time. Otherwise, this child would have been scarred for life, left with an indelible stain.

However, the little girl struggled free from the policewoman's overwhelming "B-plus" chest. Her wrinkled little face was full of bitter grievance. "It's over... Teacher Kevin..."

"Huh?" The policewoman suddenly felt the weight of her responsibility. She absolutely needed to teach this child, whose mind had suffered such severe trauma, that she must never compromise with evil.

Immediately, the policewoman placed a hand solemnly on the little girl's shoulder and looked her straight in the eye.

"Don't worry. A scumbag like that doesn't deserve to be a teacher. He'll never hurt you again. The law will protect every American citizen's life and rights."

"But I only saw... you hurting him, Officer..." Unable to break free, the little girl could only answer with a miserable expression.

The policewoman was first stunned by the massive damage inflicted by the word "Officer." Then the actual content of the little girl's words made her freeze.

"Why did he bring you to Central Park so late at night?"

"Today's my birthday. Daddy and Mommy didn't have time to be with me, so Teacher Kevin specially took me out on a hike in the suburbs, but then..."

"I was so happy that we missed the last bus. We were going to rest here first, then set off again..."

"What about the bruises on your chest and those torn clothes?" The policewoman drew a breath and continued pressing her.

"It was too dark, and I accidentally fell into the lake. Teacher Kevin saved me. As for the bruises, I was probably struggling too hard while drowning..."

"As for my dress, I was dragged ashore through the bushes. This should be normal..."

"Then why did you scream?" The policewoman's face darkened as an ominous feeling began to rise within her.

Faced with the policewoman's urgent questioning, the little girl shrank back and answered weakly, "I was scared..."

"So he held you against his chest to calm you down?" The policewoman's eye twitched, her voice dry.

After all, they were very close to the lake. If he had not restrained the little girl while she was in a stressed state, it would have been difficult to ensure she would not fall into the water again.

The little girl nodded in relief. Talking to this intimidating policewoman was exhausting. Her courage was steadily being worn away.

"Then why didn't you say so earlier?" The policewoman felt a headache coming on. It seemed one foot had already stepped into a bottomless pit.

"I... I was scared too... You're even fiercer than Al..." The little girl shrank her neck miserably, still looking at the policewoman with a trace of unease and fear.

As for "Al," that was the name of the largest German shepherd at her daddy's company. Its stare alone had frightened her into tears when she was little.

"Then why didn't he... say anything..." As the policewoman asked instinctively, she turned her head back.

Then she saw the unlucky man with his hands cuffed behind his back, showing signs of a mild concussion. Her own service pistol was still stuffed in his mouth, and his eyes were muddled and unfocused. She fell silent.

The little girl hid behind a tree with her neck tucked in, unable to bear looking at Teacher Kevin's miserable state.

Just moments ago, when her emotions had finally calmed a little, this policewoman, overflowing with righteousness and swift in action, had burst from the path through the bushes.

Then, with lightning speed, she subdued Teacher Kevin, who had been comforting her.

What was more, driven by a woman's instinctive disgust for this kind of crime, the policewoman had struck hard and viciously.

Forget an opportunity to explain—the real "victim" was fortunate not to have died on the spot.

The little girl's reverence for the strong and sharp instinct for danger made her mind go blank.

Like an ostrich, she curled up behind the tree, trembling and daring not to make a sound, leaving the Teacher Kevin she adored to suffer.

Half an hour later, the victim shook his groggy head. His brows were tightly furrowed, and gloomy, intense anger gathered in his eyes. He was not bad-tempered, but he was certainly no saint who swallowed insults in silence.

So he would remember this grudge for now.

"I deeply apologize for this misunderstanding. This is my badge number. If you have any issues, you may file a complaint with the department..."

The embarrassed policewoman's face was ashen as she helplessly handed over her police identification, ready to face whatever came next.

After completing her Delta Force training course, she had been transferred to Raccoon City as a special officer in Alpha Team. She had originally wanted to make a name for herself here.

Unexpectedly, only a few months after taking office, she had suffered one setback after another. Not only was she on the verge of losing her job, but she also had to face a complaint.

She really was unlucky, the policewoman lamented inwardly.

Yet the man, whose expression had been gloomy, fell into strange silence when his gaze landed on the police ID. His eyes, watching from the darkness, flickered with an indescribable meaning.

The policewoman crossed her arms over her chest, her face full of vigilance. Her innate sharp instincts made her scalp tingle.

Although the man tried hard to hide it, his expression looked like that of a fox about to steal a chicken.

"I can waive the complaint and even stop pursuing your mistake. However, as compensation, you need to agree to one condition."

The gentle-faced mixed-race man curved his lips upward, returned the police ID first, and gave a harmless smile.

"What condition?" The policewoman took a small step back, bent at the waist, turned sideways, and tensed every muscle as she maintained her instinctive guard.

"You'll know when the time comes." The man smiled mysteriously and politely extended his right hand.

Compared with an unknown price in the future, the more important issue for the policewoman was how to get rid of her current trouble.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally slowly extended her slender, fair hand and lightly shook the victim's.

"Then, it's a pleasure to meet you, Miss Jill Valentine..."

The two figures, one large and one small, waved goodbye and gradually disappeared down the road at the end of Central Park. The mixed-race man's parting words had carried profound meaning.

A cold wind swept through the night. Beneath Jill's sweat-soaked running clothes, her skin felt unpleasantly sticky.

Although she had a strange premonition that getting involved with this man would bring nothing good, Jill was not afraid, confident as she was in her fighting ability.

You'd better know what's good for you! After thinking for a long time, the policewoman narrowed her eyes and snorted coldly, then kicked an arm-thick tree cleanly in half.

"Achoo!" An inexplicable chill made Kevin sneeze hard as he washed grime off beneath the hot shower.

Noticing that the indicator light on the electric heater had gone out and it had stopped running, the mixed-race boy helplessly dried off his somewhat lean body, changed into clean clothes, and walked into the living room.

The little girl was curled up on the leather sofa, holding a brown teddy bear. She had already fallen deeply asleep, though a string of undried tears still hung at the corner of her eyes.

Although the girl's heart had been full of worry and fear when she had opened the door at first, she had also felt a little thrill at secretly running away from home.

Unexpectedly, a message saying that her parents were away on a business trip dispelled her unease, while also making the willful hike she had originally planned as an act of rebellion suddenly seem dull and tasteless.

"Good night, Angela..." The man sighed softly, gently covered the little girl with a blanket, then entered the side bedroom and took out his computer from the bag he had left there during the day.

Kevin looked through recent Raccoon City news and tabloid reports, but found no so-called "tourist attack incidents" or "beast-eating-human rumors."

It was as though misfortune had never shrouded the skies above this "peaceful" city.

An image marked by a black Ouroboros was reflected on the man's retina. At its center, a scarlet countdown of three days seemed ready to drip blood.

Kevin lightly touched his faintly aching chest, closed his eyes, leaned back in his chair, and frowned in thought for a long time.

When he opened his eyes again, the haze in them had vanished, replaced by determination. What was coming would come eventually!

"User identity confirmed—Doctor..."

"Serial Number 0001..."

"Merlot Heavenly Court Apocalypse Sequence Combat System at your service..."

As the nameless, heavy mechanical voice echoed in his mind, dense waterfall-like streams of data formed uniquely patterned creatures within the space of his consciousness, like world-serpents constantly devouring and reproducing themselves.

"Vital sign data analysis complete..."

Name: Kevin Li (existence status unstable) (confirmed quasi-Information Anchor: Kevin Kaslana)

Race: Human (normal value 10–11, growth limit 20) (No need to beg you—you're already obediently being human.)

Rank: Fool (D) (Unblessed, unfavored, the initial state of all things.)

Strength: 8 (Congratulations, you can kill chickens now. But this job still carries a certain amount of risk; if you can talk your way out of it, never resort to violence. Also, women are extremely terrifying creatures to you. If you encounter a female trying to rob you of your virtue, it is recommended that you close your eyes and enjoy it.)

Constitution: 12 (Slightly above normal human levels. You no longer need to live off medical insurance. Presumably, gutter oil and smog have already strengthened your attributes, while the Mendeleev elements accumulated in your body have given you a beneficial buff.)

Agility: 10 (Normal human level. At least you will not trip on flat ground, get lost, or squat in place with your hands over your head—shameful acts that disrupt public order and social security. So give up. Acting cute is not for you.)

Intelligence: 11 (One of the common working masses. Whether you work hard or not can be seen at a glance on your report card. Also, never entertain the mistaken thought of "I can turn this around and kill them.")

Perception: 1412+2 (You have an acute sense of danger, which can ensure your boxed meal gets more expensive and is not so easily handed out. If you stay alive carefully, perhaps you can make it to the finale... Yeah, right!)

Charm: ??? (You can already take little girls to look at goldfish, but never let their parents see you, or you will have no risk of constipation for the rest of your life.)

Luck: ??? (Nothing to say. My condolences.)

Apocalypse: Locked (With the power of Heaven above, Enlighten All Beings. This world is sick. Follow the revelation. Under the baptism of the apocalypse, become a physician for this malignant disease, spread the gospel, and seek the nature of madness.)

Initial Mission: Plant your seed in her (As an outsider who does not belong, you need to conduct intimate "information exchange" with Alice, this world's Child of Destiny, reproduce another savior's source code, stabilize your own Information Anchor, and gain a genuine "local household registration.")

Mission Reward: Restriction on activity range removed; receive three baptisms of Apocalypse.

Time Limit: 3 days 20 hours 15 minutes 17 seconds

Side Mission: Jill Valentine's Apology (Misfortune and fortune are twin siblings intertwined together. Challenges are opportunities. No matter what despicable methods you use or what shameless schemes you devise, if you do not want to die beneath the apocalypse, struggle with all your might.)

On the virtual world map reflected deep within Kevin's pupils, special scarlet points marked city names heavily circled one after another, like malignant tumors growing on the Earth.

America: the "warm and welcoming" Raccoon City, the "gathering place of talent" New York City...

Japan: the "scenic" Toko City, the "recreational" Amamiya City...

China: the "harmonious" Juxia City, the "absolutely safe" Tianhe City...

Fuck you! This world was seriously fucking sick! And not just a little sick!

Thinking back on the blood-and-tears history of the past dozen days, the man screamed inwardly.

P.S.: That's right, it's me. New book release—please give it your support, dear readers.

P.S.: The first volume combines the game and movie plots of Biohazard Crisis.

Chapter 2: Raising a Little Girl Begins

In the morning, sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, scattering patches of broken gold across the room. Steaming fried eggs and several glossy slices of bacon were placed on a plate.