This World Is Quite Sick

Jill's worldview had been completely shattered by the wild, yet irrefutable, conjecture. Her expression was frozen in a brief stupor of terror.

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"Enough! Shut up!" The stunned policewoman instinctively waved her hand and clamped it over the incessant mouth.

She worried that if she listened any longer, her courage would completely drain, and she'd immediately find a nuclear shelter, stock up on supplies, and prepare for the end of the world.

Kevin raised both hands in a gesture of surrender, signaling he posed no threat, thus preventing the policewoman from taking any further drastic action.

"Easy, easy, don't get worked up, it's all just speculation!"

As Jill's emotions calmed and she slightly loosened her grip, Kevin's lips curved into a smile that seemed both helpless and weary.

Even if it was just speculation, according to that damn Murphy's Law, fate's racing wheels would, in the future, plunge headfirst into the abyss of the worst possible outcome at a speed of 1000 kilometers per hour.

"But it's highly probable, and the risk isn't small!"

Jill remained silent for a long time, finally exhaling her inner conjecture with a grave expression.

Immediately after, the policewoman executed a reverse takedown, pressing the composed man face-first against the refrigerator, a dangerous glint in her eyes.

"Also, your being hunted by the Umbrella Corporation... that can't be as simple as it seems, can it?"

Kevin's face was contorted by the pressure. Under Jill's interrogation, he had no choice but to reveal his identity as a senior BSAA agent and his mission to secretly investigate the gene virus in Raccoon City.

"So, shouldn't you release your future ally first?"

The man's forced, stiff smile and the muffled words from the uninvited guest made the policewoman ponder for a while before finally choosing to believe him.

To further gain Jill's trust, Kevin simply reported his identity code to the still-suspicious policewoman.

"We had successfully infiltrated the Umbrella Corporation and turned an executive in charge of security. But for some reason, we were exposed last night."

Even now, Kevin couldn't fathom why his identity was exposed. All he could do was urge Matt's sister to evacuate as soon as possible to avoid unnecessary sacrifices.

Jill, whose investigation had hit a bottleneck, brightened at the mention of BSAA. Their information network was exactly what she needed right now.

"The tide has turned, and I'm very worried about Matt and the others. The BSAA isn't prepared with enough trump cards for this game, so I need professional help. Unfortunately, the RPD can't be trusted."

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

Kevin noticed Jill's hesitation and immediately seized the opportunity, planning to lure another ally onto his ship.

"I can guarantee information sharing during our operations, and I'll submit a request for your protection to the BSAA headquarters in London upon our return!"

"Unconditional extradition for your immediate family members is also not a problem!"

"Furthermore, the BSAA is in its early stages, and we are in dire need of professional talent. Once you join, you'll receive industry-standard wages, paid leave, and substantial bonuses and death benefits!"

After all, making grand promises costs nothing, so Kevin unhesitatingly laid out a string of empty checks.

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

Jill pondered for a moment, a slight smile playing on her lips. She drew her M1911, released the safety, cocked the slide, and was filled with renewed vigor.

Kevin thought seriously, stroking his chin with his right hand, and replied solemnly with a straight face: "Of course... sleep!"

Before the situation became clearer, not acting rashly and waiting for news from Matt was the most sensible decision.

Jill understood, and was somewhat speechless. She had indeed been too hasty.

At this point, with her emotions calmed, the policewoman, having had a busy day, also felt drowsy and tired, with an urge to fall asleep immediately.

"There's a sofa over there. Just don't cross the line, and make yourself at home otherwise."

Jill placed her cocked, black handgun next to her pillow, then cast a meaningful glance at the uninvited guest.

Kevin awkwardly rubbed his nose. He understood the wariness Jill felt, but still cast a hesitant gaze at her as she got into bed fully clothed.

The poker-faced policewoman quickly grabbed her M1911, pointing its dark muzzle at the man's lower body.

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

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

Kevin fixed his flickering gaze on the space beneath Jill's bed. The well-trained policewoman hadn't discovered his hiding spot when she entered earlier.

This showed that under the bed was a relatively safe hiding area.

Moreover, after nearly a full day of narrowly escaping death, Kevin was still shaken and needed a confined space to rest and recover.

As if shocked by the bizarre request, Jill's eye twitched slightly. She finally took a deep breath, calmed herself, and reluctantly nodded in agreement.

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

After lying down, the policewoman felt uneasy. She immediately turned on her side, put on a stern face, grabbed her M1911, and brandished it at Kevin, who was making his bed on the floor.

Kevin couldn't help but laugh and cry. He wasn't a pervert, was he? Why would he hide under someone's bed at night to cause trouble?

When the lights went out, the room fell into quiet darkness. If not for the creaking and groaning of the bed frame, the sleep-inducing effect would have been better.

Falling asleep quickly seemed difficult, Kevin sighed helplessly and closed his eyes, beginning to sort through the information about his own data changes in his mind.

Name: Kevin Li (Existence State: Stable)

Rank: The Fool (D) (Determines growth limit. Peak of five basic attributes: 20 points. Comprehensive value: 100 points.)

Level: LV3 40/300 (Eliminating Virus Strains grants World's Boon, which is Evolution Points of varying values. Each level up yields 2 Free Attributes.)

Remaining Attributes: 4 (Can be freely allocated)

Strength: 8

Constitution: 12

Agility: 10

Intelligence: 11 (+1): The first activation of Apocalypse Baptism provided a slight reinforcement to your brain's neurons, temporarily boosting your thinking ability, though not permanently.

Perception: 14

Total Attributes: 55

Apocalypse (1/3): Utilizes the operational model of the Divine River Civilization's celestial computer to temporarily re-encode brain neurons, granting mortals thinking, insight, and learning capabilities akin to a god.

Skills: 1. Firearms Mastery: Intermediate 2. Military Combat: Beginner

Based on the experience data of different levels, that fully evolved Tyrant likely provided him with around 340 Evolution Points, which is half of the total Virus Strain value (68), multiplied by 10.

As expected, fortune favors the bold! That brush with death has led to a qualitative leap in his strength.

Since he had reached a safe area, Kevin decided to try adding two Free Attributes to Strength.

Immediately, his thoughts scattered, as if he could see thousands of black particles surging from his heart, flowing into his blood vessels, and permeating his bones and muscles.

However, the expected change was slow to arrive, and the data panel still displayed the disappointing "8," with only a small "(+2)" in parentheses added next to it.

"Friendly reminder: According to the law of conservation of energy in the universe, your evolution value comes from absorbing the bio-energy of deceased Virus Strain organisms. While it can be directly infused into different organs, moderate exercise is required to fully convert it."

Just as Kevin was racking his brain, a mechanical voice emanated from the pure white orb that appeared in his mind.

So that's how it is. After he eliminated the Virus Strain, [Apocalypse] took on the role of post-processing, collecting the bio-energy of the Virus Strain to upgrade itself and modify the host.

However, the evolution of any organism is a gradual process. A sudden surge of power is like a sandcastle, unable to withstand the crashing waves.

Therefore, through moderate training, absorbing and converting this collected bio-energy, his physical fitness would have a stable foundation.

Kevin seemed to understand, and finally allocated the remaining two Evolution Points to Agility.

In a society governed by science, proficient use of firearms could compensate for relative disparities in strength. Therefore, enhancing the agility that affects weapon manipulation was what he needed most.

As the black particles flowed from his heart to the neural networks in his limbs, Kevin drifted off into a hazy sleep, a faint smile unconsciously gracing his lips.

ps: I feel like I could start a fish farm here. This is bad. If anyone is reading this book, can you please check in.

The author's writing has some emotional elements. Without any complaints, I can't get into it.

Section 14: The Suitcase's Journey

In the early morning, Jill groggily got out of bed, her head still swimming, and headed for the bathroom. Due to the unusual experiences of the previous night, she had spent half the night in anxious deliberation, leaving her in poor spirits.

"100...101...10...2..." However, as Jill passed the storage room, she heard rough breathing and difficult counting coming from the half-open door.

Curious, the female officer stepped into the storage room and found a thin, pretty boy in a tank top using her barbell to train his arm strength.

Judging by the damp sweat stains on the floor, this guy had been here for quite some time.

Even though it was only a 30kg barbell, nearly 200 repetitions were almost unbelievable for Kevin's physique.

What was even more astonishing was that, despite his severely flawed form, he had a cup of water balanced on his head. During such intense exercise, only a third of the water had spilled.

Sensing Jill's arrival, Kevin's arduous workout, which had lasted nearly two hours, finally came to an end.

As he completed the 200th repetition, his clothes were soaked through with sweat, clinging tightly to his skin.

Although he didn't experience muscle cramps or similar reactions from overexertion due to the surging bio-energy within him, the soreness in his limbs and the burning pain in his chest were unavoidable.

With Jill's help, Kevin collapsed into the tub filled with warm water, lying there lazily as the water washed over his body.

At this moment, the status panel projected onto his retina had also undergone significant changes.

Name: Kevin Li (Stable Existence)

Rank: The Fool (D+) (Determines growth limit. Peak of five basic attributes: 20 points. Total Attributes: 100 points.)

Level: LV3 40/300 (Eliminating Virus Strains grants World's Boon, which is Evolution Points of varying values. Each level up yields 2 Free Attributes.)

Remaining Attributes: 0

Strength: 9 (+1)

Constitution: 12

Agility: 11 (+1)

Intelligence: 11 (+1): The first activation of Apocalypse Baptism provided a slight reinforcement to your brain's neurons, temporarily boosting your thinking ability, though not permanently.

Perception: 14

Total Attributes: 57 (+3)

Apocalypse (1/3): Utilizes the operational model of the Divine River Civilization's celestial computer to temporarily re-encode brain neurons, granting mortals thinking, insight, and learning capabilities akin to a god.

Skills: 1. Firearms Mastery: Intermediate

2. Military Close Combat: Beginner

The muscle fibers within his body seemed to thicken and strengthen under the stimulation of special bio-energy, and his limbs felt more agile and coordinated.

Kevin believed that nothing in this world came for free. Compared to the superpowers suddenly bestowed upon him, he preferred to trust in gradual change and accumulation.

After lying like a corpse in the bathroom for a full hour, Kevin finally dried himself off and walked out, leaning against the wall.

Intense exercise greatly increased his need for food.

Now, sitting at the dining table, Kevin felt as if everything around him had transformed into two types of substances: "directly edible" and "edible after processing."

However, expecting Jill, who lived alone, to prepare a rich and delicious breakfast was wishful thinking; he must have been out of his mind.

Therefore, to get a good meal, Kevin, despite his hunger, took matters into his own hands. He made toast, fried omelets, cooked porridge, and opened canned food – a series of actions performed with fluid grace.

This left the resentful female officer with nothing to do but sit by the bed, listlessly cleaning her firearm.

When everything was ready, Jill looked at the table laden with food and estimated that all her stored provisions had been scavenged by this ravenous ghost.

Even the honey and protein powder she kept on the top shelf had become ingredients for the porridge, filling the air with a sweet aroma.

The guy, who seemed to have lost his sense of taste, directly picked up the pot and shoveled spoonful after spoonful of the concoction, which was so thick it was almost solid and called "porridge," into his mouth.

Sugar! Nutrition that required no conversion! Awesome!

Kevin's famished body let out a comfortable groan after receiving such perfect replenishment.

After the meal, the table was a mess. Jill curiously tapped Kevin's flat stomach, finding it hard to believe that this slender frame had consumed the equivalent of five people's portions in one sitting.

After a simple tidy-up, the female officer holstered her beloved M1911 and tossed the keys to Kevin.