Look at This Pie-it's Big and Round (Please Recommend, Rant, Comment, and Bookmark!) / A Journey Inside a Suitcase

At this moment, Jill's worldview had been utterly shattered by this wildly imaginative yet somehow flawless speculation. Her expression froze briefly in fear.

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Chapter 13: You See This Pie? It's Big and Round

"Enough! Shut up!" The female cop, whose brain had crashed, instinctively raised her hand and covered that incessantly chattering mouth.

She feared that if she kept listening, she would lose all courage and immediately find a nuclear shelter, stockpile supplies, and prepare for the end of the world.

Kevin raised both hands in surrender, indicating that he posed no threat. Only then did he avoid provoking any further extreme reaction from the female cop.

"Easy, easy. Don't get worked up. It's all just speculation!"

Once Jill had calmed down and slightly loosened her fingers, Kevin's lips curled faintly into an expression that seemed both helpless and resigned.

Although it was only speculation, according to that fucked-up thing called Murphy's Law, the wheels of fate's race car would plunge headfirst into the abyss of the worst possible outcome at a thousand kilometers per hour in the future.

"But it's very likely, and the risk isn't small!"

Jill fell silent for a long time before finally voicing her inner speculation with a grave expression.

Then, the female cop twisted his arm behind his back and slammed the calm and collected man face-first against the refrigerator, a dangerous gleam flashing in her eyes.

"Also, there's probably more to Umbrella Corporation hunting you than that, isn't there?"

Kevin's face was somewhat distorted from the pressure. Under Jill's interrogation, he had no choice but to selectively reveal his identity as a BSAA Senior Agent and his mission to secretly investigate the Gene Virus in Raccoon City.

"So, shouldn't you let go of your future ally first?"

The man's stiffly forced smile and the uninvited guest's vague words made the female cop deliberate repeatedly before she ultimately chose to believe him.

To further earn Jill's trust, Kevin simply gave the suspicious female cop his identification code.

"We had already successfully infiltrated Umbrella Corporation and turned one of their senior security executives, but for some reason, we were exposed last night."

Even now, Kevin still could not figure out how his identity had been exposed. All he could do was get Matt's sister out as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary casualties.

Jill's investigation had reached a bottleneck, but her eyes lit up at this. BSAA's information channels were exactly what she currently needed.

"The winds have changed. I'm worried about Matt and the others. BSAA doesn't have enough cards prepared for this game, so I need professional help. Unfortunately, RPD can't be trusted."

"So, until the Raccoon City crisis is resolved, could you temporarily join my team?"

Kevin noticed that Jill was tempted and immediately struck while the iron was hot, preparing to talk another ally into boarding his pirate ship.

"I can guarantee information sharing during operations, and after we return to the London headquarters, I'll submit an asylum application for all of you to BSAA!"

"Unconditionally relocating your immediate family members won't be a problem either!"

"Also, BSAA is still in its early stages. We desperately need professionals. Once you join, there'll be industry-standard pay, paid leave, generous bonuses, and pensions!"

After all, making grand promises cost nothing. Kevin did not hesitate to write a whole string of bad checks.

"Fine, you've convinced me. What do we do next, Captain?"

After thinking for a moment, Jill's lips curled slightly. She drew her M1911, disengaged the safety, chambered a round, and looked completely fired up.

Kevin thought seriously for a moment, stroked his chin with his right hand, and replied solemnly, "Of course... sleep!"

Before the situation became clear, avoiding rash action and waiting for news from Matt was the wisest decision.

Once Jill understood, she was left somewhat speechless. She really had been too impatient.

Now that her emotions had settled, the female cop, who had been busy all day, also felt sleepy and exhausted, with the urge to collapse into bed.

"There's a couch over there. As long as you don't cross any lines, make yourself at home."

Jill placed her loaded black pistol beside her pillow, then gave the uninvited guest a meaningful look.

Kevin awkwardly rubbed his nose. He understood the female cop's wariness, but his hesitant gaze still shifted toward Jill, who had already climbed into bed fully dressed.

The expressionless female cop swiftly grabbed her M1911 and aimed its pitch-black muzzle at the man's crotch.

"If you have any bold ideas, say them now... once the lights are off, it won't recognize people."

"No, no... I just think the couch isn't very safe. Can I sleep under your bed?"

Kevin fixed his flickering gaze on the space beneath Jill's bed. Earlier, this well-trained female cop had not even noticed his hiding place when she entered.

Clearly, under the bed was a relatively safe hiding spot.

Besides, after nearly an entire day of brushes with death, Kevin was still shaken. He needed an enclosed environment to rest and recover.

Apparently stunned by this bizarre request, Jill's eye twitched slightly. In the end, she took a deep breath, calmed herself, and nodded helplessly.

"I'm warning you, don't do anything weird down there. This thing has penetration power!"

After lying down, the female cop still felt uneasy. She immediately turned onto her side, put on a stern face, picked up the M1911, and waved the muzzle at Kevin, who was making his bed on the floor.

Kevin did not know whether to laugh or cry. He was not a pervert. Why would he hide beneath someone else's bed at night to do anything?

After the lights went out, the room sank into silent darkness. If not for the bed frame repeatedly creaking and trembling, it would have been easier to fall asleep.

It would probably be difficult to fall asleep anytime soon. Kevin sighed helplessly, closed his eyes, and began sorting through the information regarding the changes in his data.

Name: Kevin Li (Existence Status Stable)

Rank: Fool (D) (Determines growth limit. The peak of the five basic attributes is 20 points, with a total value of 100 points.)

Level: LV3 40/300 (Eradicate Virus Strains to receive the world's gifts—Evolution Points of varying amounts. Each level gained grants 2 free attribute points.)

Remaining Points: 4 (Freely assignable)

Strength: 8

Constitution: 12

Agility: 10

Intelligence: 11 (+1): The first Apocalypse Baptism has activated, slightly enhancing your brain neurons. It will temporarily boost your thinking ability, but the effect is not permanent.

Perception: 14

Total Value: 55

Apocalypse (1/3): Using the operating mode of the Divine River Civilization's Celestial Computer, temporarily recodes brain neurons, allowing mortals to possess thought, insight, and learning abilities close to those of a god.

Skills: 1. Firearms Mastery: Intermediate

2. Military Combat Skills: Beginner

Based on the experience data from different ranks, that fully developed Tyrant had probably provided him with around 340 Evolution Points—half the Virus Strain's total value of 68, multiplied by ten.

As expected, fortune was found in danger! That near-death experience had directly brought a qualitative leap in his strength.

Since he had already reached a safe area, Kevin decided to try assigning two free attribute points to Strength.

Then, his thoughts scattered. It was as though he could see, through his skin, thousands of black particles pouring out from his heart, flowing into his blood vessels, and seeping into his bones and muscles.

Yet the changes he had expected did not arrive for a long time. The data panel still displayed that damned "8," except there was now a small "(+2)" after it.

"Friendly reminder: According to the law of conservation of energy in the universe, your Evolution Points come from absorbing the Bio-energy of dead Virus Strains. Although they can be directly infused into different organs, moderate exercise is required to fully convert them."

Just as Kevin was completely puzzled, the pristine white Light Orb that appeared in his mind spoke in a mechanical voice.

So that was it. After he eliminated the Virus Strains, Apocalypse handled the follow-up work, collecting the Virus Strains' Bio-energy for self-upgrading and modifying its host.

However, every living creature's evolution followed a gradual process. A sudden increase in strength was like a castle built on sand, unable to withstand the pounding of ocean waves.

Therefore, only by training moderately and absorbing and converting this collected Bio-energy could his physical condition gain a solid foundation.

Kevin seemed to understand. In the end, he assigned the remaining two Evolution Points to Agility.

In a society ruled by science, proficiency with firearms could make up for the relative gap in strength. Therefore, agility, which affected weapon handling, was what he most needed to improve.

As black particles from his heart flowed into the neural network of his limbs, Kevin gradually drifted off to sleep, an unconscious faint smile forming at the corners of his lips.

P.S.: It feels like this can already be left to rot. If anyone is still reading this book, could you check in?

The author's writing was somewhat emotional. Without any comments, it was hard to get excited alone.

Chapter 14: A Journey Inside a Suitcase

In the morning, Jill shook her groggy head and climbed out of bed, heading toward the washroom. Because of last night's unusual experience, she had spent nearly half the night feeling uneasy and conflicted, so she was not in very good spirits.

"100... 101... 10... 2..." However, as Jill passed the storage room, heavy breathing and difficult counting came from behind its half-open door.

The female cop curiously entered the storage room and discovered that a handsome but thin young man in a tank top was using her barbell to train his arms.

Judging from the patches of sweat stains on the floor, this guy had been at it for quite some time.

Though it was only a thirty-kilogram barbell, nearly two hundred presses were simply unbelievable for someone with Kevin's build.

Even more jaw-dropping was the fact that despite his severely distorted form, he had a cup of water balanced on his head. After such intense exercise, only one-third of it had spilled.

Noticing Jill's arrival, Kevin's nearly two hours of grueling training finally came to an end.

When he completed the two-hundredth press, his clothes were already soaked through with sweat and completely stuck to his skin.

Although the Bio-energy flowing through his body prevented reactions such as muscle spasms from overtraining, the weakness in his limbs and the burning pain in his chest were unavoidable.

With Jill supporting him, Kevin stumbled into a bathtub filled with warm water and lazily lay inside, allowing the water to wash over his body.

At this moment, the attribute panel projected onto his retina had also changed considerably.

Name: Kevin Li (Existence Status Stable)

Rank: Fool (D+) (Determines growth limit. The peak of the five basic attributes is 20 points, with a total value of 100 points.)

Level: LV3 40/300 (Eradicate Virus Strains to receive the world's gifts—Evolution Points of varying amounts. Each level gained grants 2 free attribute points.)

Remaining Points: 0

Strength: 9 (+1)

Constitution: 12

Agility: 11 (+1)

Intelligence: 11 (+1): The first Apocalypse Baptism has activated, slightly enhancing your brain neurons. It will temporarily boost your thinking ability, but the effect is not permanent.

Perception: 14

Total Value: 57 (+3)

Apocalypse (1/3): Using the operating mode of the Divine River Civilization's Celestial Computer, temporarily recodes brain neurons, allowing mortals to possess thought, insight, and learning abilities close to those of a god.

Skills: 1. Firearms Mastery: Intermediate

2. Military Combat Skills: Beginner

Under the stimulation of the special Bio-energy, the muscle fibers inside his body seemed to be growing thicker and stronger. His limbs also seemed to have become more nimble and coordinated.

There was no such thing as a free lunch. Compared to superpowers suddenly granted to him out of nowhere, Kevin preferred to believe in these gradual changes and accumulated progress.

After lying dead in the bathroom for a full hour, Kevin finally dried himself off and emerged while supporting himself against the wall.

After such intense exercise, his need for food was also considerable.

As Kevin sat at the dining table, he felt that everything around him had been divided in his eyes into two categories: "edible immediately" and "edible after processing."

However, expecting Jill, who lived alone, to make a rich and delicious breakfast would mean his brain had been crushed in a door.

Therefore, in order to have a hearty meal, Kevin dragged his hungry body into action himself. Toasting bread, frying omelets, cooking porridge, opening canned instant food—he did it all in one smooth sequence.

This left the female cop, whose expression was somewhat unwilling, with nothing to do. She could only sit bored on the edge of the bed and wipe down her gun.

When everything was ready, Jill looked at the food piled across the dining table and estimated that every bit of food in her home had been scavenged by this starving ghost.

Even the honey and protein powder she had hidden on the highest shelf had become ingredients in that pot of porridge, filling the entire room with a cloying sweetness.

The guy who seemed to have lost his sense of taste directly picked up the pot and spooned the stuff that was nearly solid from its thickness—supposedly called "porridge"—into his mouth without stopping.

Sugar! Nutrition that required no conversion! Bliss!

After receiving such perfect replenishment, Kevin's hungry body let out a satisfied moan.

After the meal, the tabletop was a complete mess. Jill curiously tapped Kevin's flat stomach, finding it hard to imagine that this thin body had eaten enough for five people in one sitting.

After tidying up a little, the female cop tucked her beloved M1911 into its holster and tossed the keys to Kevin.