This World Is Quite Sick

This World is Seriously Ill Author: Ziye Xiange

"Welcome, student Kevin Li, to our school's website to confirm your information. We wish you a smooth and pleasant journey—By Raccoon City University…"

In the darkness, Kevin couldn't help but offer a bitter smile at the blessing. As he opened the world's electronic map, marked with special glowing points, the cities highlighted like malignant tumors growing on Earth.

America: "Warm and Hospitable" Raccoon City, "Full of Talent" New York City…

Japan: "Beautiful Scenery" Toko City, "Leisure and Entertainment" Amamiya City…

China: "A Harmonious Scene" Juxia City, "Absolutely Safe" Tianhe City…

Also, "Shinra Fortress" Tokyo, "Resort Destination" Changkong City…

"Rich in Species" Skull Island, "Seafood Everywhere" R'lyeh… and so on, all awaiting exploration.

Kevin slumped onto the bed powerlessly, staring at the ceiling with his eyes rolling back, his mind screaming.

Damn it, this world is sick, and… seriously sick!

What, my name used to be "Kevin Kaslana"? Alright, enough said, where's the Herrscher?

Section 1 Chapter 1 A Sick World!

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

"Indecent assault of a minor, right! Scum! You're under arrest! From now on, you have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law!"

The Miranda Warning, delivered after the fact by the arresting officer, bore clear signs of a setup.

And that long, thick, hard object was jammed straight into the young criminal's partially open lips, the nauseating smell of gun oil and the unique metallic tang of blood mixing and assaulting his brain.

Meanwhile, by the lake in Central Park, the scene of the crime, the victim girl with brown curly hair and bewildered, panicked emerald eyes stood frozen in place.

She was about 10 years old, clutching a tattered white princess dress, shivering in the cold wind.

Though covered by her clothes, the budding innocence of her small body was evident, with thumb-sized bruises clearly visible on her shoulder blades.

And the criminal, pinned to the ground and being manhandled by the female officer, perfectly embodied the terms "beast in human clothing" and "refined scoundrel."

His gentle face beneath the black metal-rimmed glasses not only looked weak and harmless but also possessed the delicate features of an Eastern appearance combined with the three-dimensional quality of Western facial structure.

This scholarly demeanor, like that of a university student, easily disarmed those who encountered him, making them lower their guard.

As the cold handcuffs clicked shut, the female officer dropped the writhing, gagging criminal and, with a face full of concern, pulled the dazed, light brown-haired girl into her arms, gently comforting her.

Fortunately, she had the habit of jogging in Central Park at night and had intervened in time to stop that scumbag's evil deed. Otherwise, this child would have been forever shadowed by this incident, leaving an indelible stain.

However, the little girl struggled free from the policewoman's heaving chest, her wrinkled little face filled with deep, resentful sorrow. "It's ruined… Teacher Kevin…"

"Huh?" The policewoman suddenly felt her mission was far from over, that she absolutely needed to guide this child, who had suffered a severe emotional blow, to establish the concept of not compromising with evil.

Immediately, the policewoman placed her hand sternly on the little girl's shoulder, making serious eye contact.

"Don't worry, scum like him doesn't deserve to be called a teacher. He can never harm you again. The law will protect the life and rights of every American citizen."

"But, I only saw… you hurting him, Officer Auntie…" The little girl, unable to break free, replied with a pained expression.

The policewoman was first stunned by the "Auntie" comment, and then the content of the little girl's words made her freeze.

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

"It's my birthday today, and neither Mommy nor Daddy had time to accompany me. Teacher Kevin specifically took me on a trip to the outskirts, and then…"

"Because I was so happy, we missed the last bus. We were planning to rest here for a while before heading out…"

"And the bruise on your chest and your torn clothes?" The policewoman took a breath, pressing for details.

"It was too dark, and I accidentally fell into the lake. Teacher Kevin saved me. As for the bruise, it must have been from me struggling too hard while drowning…"

"As for the dress, being pulled ashore through the bushes, this outcome should be normal…"

"Then why were you screaming?" The policewoman's face darkened, a sense of foreboding brewing within her.

Facing the policewoman's urgent questioning, the little girl couldn't help but shrink back and weakly reply, "I was scared…"

"And him holding you in his arms was to comfort you?" The policewoman's eye twitched, her voice dry.

After all, it was very close to the lake. If she couldn't control the little girl who was in a state of shock, she might not be able to guarantee she wouldn't fall back into the lake.

The little girl nodded with relief. Talking to this powerful-looking police auntie was exhausting, and her courage was constantly being worn down.

"Then why didn't you say so earlier?" The policewoman felt a headache coming on, realizing she might have already stepped into a bottomless pit.

"I… I was also scared… you're scarier than Al…" The little girl shrunk her neck, her eyes still holding a trace of unease and fear as she looked at the policewoman.

As for "Al," that was the name of the largest German Shepherd in her daddy's company, who had once scared her to tears with just his gaze when she was little.

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

Then, the policewoman saw the unfortunate man with his hands cuffed behind his back, showing signs of a mild concussion, his mouth still stuffed with her service pistol, his eyes hazy and confused. She was rendered speechless.

The little girl shrunk her neck and hid behind a tree, unable to bear watching Teacher Kevin's miserable state.

Just a moment ago, as her emotions had slightly calmed down, this policewoman, brimming with a sense of justice and acting with lightning speed, had suddenly burst out from the wooded path in the bushes.

Then, with the speed of lightning, she subdued Teacher Kevin, who was comforting her.

Moreover, out of a woman's instinctive aversion to such crimes, the policewoman had struck hard and ruthlessly.

There was no chance for an explanation; the fact that the "victim" hadn't died on the spot was already a blessing from his ancestors.

A sense of awe towards the strong, coupled with a sharp instinct for danger, caused the little loli's brain to freeze.

She cowered behind a tree like an ostrich, trembling and afraid to make a sound, letting her beloved Teacher Kevin suffer.

Half an hour later, the victim shook his groggy head, his brows furrowed, his eyes filled with dark, intense anger. Although he wasn't short-tempered, he wasn't a saint who would endure anything.

So, he made a mental note of this grievance.

"I deeply apologize for this misunderstanding. This is my badge number. You can file a complaint with the police station if you have any issues..."

The female officer, her expression awkward, handed over her badge with a gloomy face, resigned to facing the consequences.

She had just finished her Delta Force training when she was transferred to Raccoon City to serve as a special officer in Alpha Team. She had originally intended to make a name for herself here with great ambition.

She never expected that after only a few months on the job, she would face such a turn of events, not only being on the verge of unemployment but also facing a complaint.

What terrible luck, the female officer sighed inwardly.

However, the man, whose expression had been grim, fell into a strange silence upon seeing the badge. His eyes, which had been watching in the darkness, flickered with an unreadable emotion.

The female officer crossed her arms defensively, her face full of vigilance. Her innate sharp intuition made her feel uneasy.

Because, despite the man's best efforts to conceal it, his current expression was like a fox about to steal a chicken.

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

The mixed-race man, his expression gentle, curved his lips and returned the badge first, offering a harmless smile.

"What condition?" The female officer took a slight step back, her body tensing as she instinctively remained on guard.

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

Compared to the unknown price in the future, the female officer's immediate priority was to resolve her current predicament.

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

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

Two figures, one large and one small, waved goodbye and gradually disappeared at the end of the Central Park road. The mixed-race man's parting words were full of meaning.

A cold wind swept through the night, and Jill, the female officer, felt an uncomfortable stickiness on her skin beneath her sweat-soaked night running gear.

Although she had a strange premonition that getting involved with this guy would bring nothing good, her confidence in her combat abilities made Jill unafraid.

I hope you know what's good for you! After deep thought, the female officer snorted with a frown and then kicked a tree about as thick as her arm, snapping it in half.

"Achoo!" A sudden chill made Kevin, who was rinsing off the grime under the hot shower, sneeze heavily.

Noticing that the indicator light on the electric heater had gone out and it had stopped working, the mixed-race boy helplessly dried his slightly thin body, changed into dry clothes, and went to the living room.

The little loli, curled up on the leather sofa with a brown teddy bear, had fallen fast asleep, but tear streaks still lingered on her eyelids, not yet dried.

Although at first, when the door opened, the girl's heart was filled with worry and fear, there was also a private joy of running away from home.

Unexpectedly, a message from her parents stating they were away on a business trip dispelled her unease, making even her original impulsive plan to run away seem bland in retrospect.

"Goodnight, Angela..." The man sighed softly, gently covering the little loli with a blanket. He then went into the side room and took out his laptop from the bag he had left there during the day.

Kevin browsed recent news and tabloids from Raccoon City but found no mention of a "tourist attack incident" or "man-eating beast rumors."

It was as if misfortune had never loomed over this "peaceful" city.

A pattern with a black Ouroboros as its symbol reflected in the man's vision, and in the center of the pattern, a scarlet 3-day countdown seemed on the verge of bleeding.

Kevin's fingertips touched his aching chest, and he closed his eyes, leaning back in his chair, lost in thought for a long time.

When he opened his eyes again, the confusion in his gaze was gone, replaced by determination. What was coming would eventually come!

"User identity confirmed - Doctor..."

"Sequence number 0001..."

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

As the deep, mechanical, nameless voice echoed in his mind, dense data streams in the consciousness space formed unique, interwoven patterns, like world serpents constantly devouring and regenerating themselves.

"Biological vital signs data analysis complete..."

Name: Kevin Li (Unstable existence) (Confirmed pseudo-information anchor Kevin Kaslana)

Race: Human (Normal value 10-11, maximum growth value 20) (No need to ask, you're already behaving like a human.)

Value: Fool (D) (Unblessed, uncared for, the initial state of all things.)

Strength: 8 (Congratulations, you can kill a chicken, but even that job has risks; if you can talk your way out of it, don't resort to violence; also, women are terrifying creatures to you. If you encounter a female mugger, it's recommended to close your eyes and enjoy it.)

Constitution: 12 (Slightly surpasses normal human levels. You no longer need to rely on health insurance to get by. It's likely that the contaminated oil and smog have enhanced your stats, and the Mendeleev periodic table elements you've ingested have provided a buff.)

Agility: 10 (Normal human level. At least you won't have embarrassing incidents like falling on flat ground, getting lost, or crouching defensively with your hands on your head, which disrupts public order. So, give up; cuteness is not your forte.)

Intelligence: 11 (One of the ordinary working masses. Whether you work hard or not is evident on your report card. Also, never have the mistaken idea that "I can counter-kill.")

Perception: 14 [12+2] (A strong sense of danger. This ensures your boxed lunch will cost more and you won't be easily taken away. If you live carefully, you might even survive to the finale... not!)

Charm: ??? (You can take little lolis to see goldfish, but absolutely do not let their parents see, otherwise, you'll have no constipation problems for the rest of your life.)

Luck: ??? (Nothing to say, my condolences.)

Apocalypse: Unlocked (With the power of the heavens above, reveal the truth to all beings. This world is sick. Follow the revelation, and through the baptism of the end times, become a healer of this malignant disease, spread the gospel, and seek the essence of madness.)

Initial Mission: [Plant your seed in her] (As an out-of-place outsider, you need to engage in an intimate "information exchange" with Alice, the chosen one of this world's destiny. Replicate the source code of another [Savior] to stabilize your own information anchor and obtain true "local residency.")

Mission Reward: Area of operation restriction lifted, gain three [Apocalypse] baptisms.

Final Deadline: 3 days 20 hours 15 minutes 17 seconds

Side Mission: [Jill Valentine's Apology] (Misfortune and fortune are intertwined twin sisters. Challenges are opportunities. No matter what despicable means are employed or what shameless schemes are concocted, in the face of the apocalypse, if you don't want to die, struggle hard.)

On the virtual world map reflected in Kevin's pupils, special scarlet dots marked various locations, and cities highlighted like malignant tumors growing on the Earth.

America: "Warm and hospitable" Raccoon City, "Talent hub" New York City...

Japan: "Beautiful mountains and clear waters" Toko City, "Leisure and entertainment" Amamiya City...

China: "Harmonious and unified" Juxia City, "Absolutely safe" Tianhe City...

Damn it! This world is really, truly sick! And not just a little bit!

The man recalled his blood-soaked history of the past ten-plus days, shouting madly in his heart!

ps: That's right, it's me. New book released, please support it, esteemed readers.

ps: The first volume is a combined plot of the Resident Evil games and movies.

Chapter 2: Loli Cultivation in Progress

In the early morning, as sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting patches of golden light indoors, a plate of steaming fried eggs and several slices of glistening bacon was served.