This World Is Seriously Ill

A sense of loss brewed within Kevin; he had principles, but wasn't rigid.

Ada's covert act of replicating Red Queen's data template was naturally known to the Commander, but he chose to turn a blind eye.

This was because artificial intelligence was highly profitable, widely applicable, and posed few potential threats.

He never expected the first person to truly enter his heart would then weld the door shut behind them.

"Don't let me see you again! Damn vixen!"

Meanwhile, in a coffee shop overlooking Black Stone Bridge, a striking red figure gently curved her lips.

"What's making you so happy?"

Wesker, a former Umbrella executive wearing black sunglasses indoors, picked up his coffee and asked curiously.

"A script I wrote, it's quite interesting..."

The female agent slowly turned, her words carrying a deeper meaning, her presence becoming more mysterious and unfathomable amidst the interplay of light and shadow.

"Is it related to that Commander?"

Wesker took a sip of his coffee, a playful expression on his face. Ada smiled without answering.

When the former Umbrella security chief's gaze fell upon the female agent's fingertips, his curiosity deepened.

"You're... injured?"

Ada raised her index finger, which was covered by a band-aid, examining it closely as if it were a cherished piece of art.

"A small sacrifice for control over a game. A good trade..."

"Kiddo, are you ready to play this dangerous game?"

"Right now, it's 1-0. I'm really looking forward to our next meeting."

As the female agent's smile widened, the crisp sound of a spoon tapping a mug echoed in her ears.

"Alright, let's make haste. It's time for our transaction..."

Wesker tossed a stack of documents onto the table and waited for the female agent's response while sipping his coffee.

In fact, ever since the Raccoon City Police Department's S.T.A.R.S. unit was attacked at the suburban sanatorium, Wesker had been considering changing employers.

That initial outbreak of bioweapons had shown him the true nature of some people's madness and the inherent flaws within the Umbrella Corporation, prompting Wesker to seek an alternative.

Similarly, the anomaly in the Acre Mountains had attracted the attention of other rival corporations, who were desperate to obtain Umbrella Corporation's research on gene-enhancing drugs.

With shared interests, the two parties found common ground.

Wesker was responsible for stealing the data and handing over the Hive's internal security codes, while Ada, acting on behalf of competing companies, was the intermediary for this transaction.

"What you want me to see is the Sun Stair Flower? This thing seems outdated?"

Ada glanced at the photo, a hint of disappointment in her tone regarding Wesker's offering.

"Not the flower, but the soil from which the Sun Stair grows..."

The soil contained purplish-red particles, resembling strange crystals, and this substance wasn't found in any known mineral sequences.

"This stuff is called Honkai Crystal, a very peculiar substance. It seems to be more valuable than the T-Virus..."

"After all, the Sun Stair's unique properties and its difficulty in transplantation seem to be due to this strange crystalline substance."

Wesker pointed to some preliminary research data below the photo, appearing confident in his bargaining chip.

"Oh? The legendary Honkai Crystal? I imagine the Grand Bishop of Schicksal in Europe would be very interested..."

"Furthermore, regarding the original code for the artificial intelligence Red Queen that you possess, the organization called Anti-Entropy in North America has already offered a good price."

"Additionally, the US military appears to be conducting a groundbreaking research project in the field of artificial intelligence for military applications, codenamed Skynet. They are also a potential trading partner."

"As for the Modified T-Virus, the head of the pharmaceutical department of the Shinra Family in the Far East is currently raising funds..."

Ada opened her laptop and sent the on-site photos and some information. Soon, multiple vibrating pop-up windows appeared, showing strong interest.

"It seems I've really gotten my hands on something extraordinary..."

Wesker tapped the glass rhythmically with his right hand, which rested on the table, clearly in a good mood.

"You two can decide the specific transaction process yourselves. I'm just a passing intermediary..."

Seeing that everything was proceeding smoothly, Ada casually stuffed the mini-computer into her LV handbag and then fired a grappling hook.

"Finally, a free piece of information: the flight carrying the S.H.I.E.L.D. investigation specialist will arrive in Raccoon City at 8 PM tonight..."

"So, I wish you all a pleasant game of cat and mouse, and please try not to damage public property..."

After waving goodbye to Wesker, the female agent leaped off and was picked up by an Apache attack helicopter hovering near Black Stone Bridge.

"What a crazy and interesting world." Wesker stood up, gently adjusted his sunglasses, and gazed out the shattered floor-to-ceiling window at Raccoon City with a thoughtful, distant look.

ps1: Regrettably, the 21 monthly votes, 20 blade rewards, and 700 tip rewards did not meet the standard.

However, I've decided to dedicate this chapter to all of you, but this will generally be the last time.

After all, I have a job and also need to manage updates, which is quite tiring. The author writes quite meticulously, and the wording is generally carefully considered.

Adding extra chapters is detrimental to my physical and mental health.

ps2: Finally, thank you all for your support. There's an event in the epilogue of this volume, so please be sure to read it. There's a surprise.

Chapter 53 Epilogue (Plot Creative Event) (Must Read)

First, I've noticed many readers have enthusiastically suggested numerous "harmonious" cities, such as the "simple folk" Gotham City, the "world at peace" Fuyuki City, the "welcome" Yharnam, the "peaceful and serene" Dunwich, and the "relatively safe" H City, among others.

As this is a comprehensive world-building project, I want to put the decision of saving the world into your hands and will be holding an event in the comment section. (Details below)

1. Sweet or savory fans, pay attention! Please post in the comment section the city you'd like to see in the plot. Readers will then be invited to like and comment.

2. After the end of the second volume, I will select the two cities with the most likes and comments to be incorporated into the future plot. I will also solicit and adopt some suggestions from the proposer.

3. Whether you are a follower of Lovecraft, a Master in the Holy Grail War, a loyal fan of "Monster X," or obsessed with the abusive relationship between Batman and the Joker, cheer for the world you want to step into.

Secondly, I'm sure you all saw many foreshadowing elements in the last chapter. Here, I'd like to explain that the "Calamity Virus" doesn't just refer to a biological virus, but rather all the catalysts that could destroy this world.

Finally, regarding plot clarifications:

1. On the power system: Some have asked if a Tyrant with 18 Strength, capable of lifting a 20-ton tank, means a human with 18 Strength can do the same.

The answer is, of course, no. The maximum Strength for the human species is 20. This simply means they have perfectly utilized all the normal potential of their species. (For example, if a person's bone density, muscle density, willpower, and genetic development reach their limit at 1000 jin, then 20 Strength proves they have reached that extreme. To go further would require fundamental changes to their genes or species. Otherwise, progress is impossible.)

This means that surpassing 20 Strength gradually means surpassing the human species.

Even so, a person with 20 Strength still can't defeat a Tyrant with 18 Strength because the Tyrant species has an incredibly strong physique. With 18 Strength, it can exert the force of 20 tons.

(To give a more intuitive example: the top student in your class says they only performed at 60% capacity this time and got 120 points. This is because their score range is between 120-150. Conversely, you tell your parents you performed at 120% capacity, exceeding expectations, and got 100 points. This is because your normal level is around 80. Do you understand now? You are not the same species. Comparing Strength values between humans and Tyrants vertically is meaningless.)

2. Regarding the emotional issues of the female characters.

You may have misunderstood. The protagonist is far from being in a romantic relationship with the female characters. Jill developed feelings for the protagonist after he saved her and wants to get closer to him.

Ada, on the other hand, clearly values profit more. Emotions are more like an interesting game to her. Given her shrewdness, she would never fall first. Just look at Li San Guang, who has been single for over a decade. Those who misunderstood, go reflect.

As for Alice, she has 20 years of missing memories and a sham marriage with Spence, so her emotions are minimal. After becoming homeless, she naturally chose to rely on someone willing to risk their life for her.

Of course, there's also the idea of finding a provider.

Additionally, Alice is a straightforward and simple character with a slightly mischievous personality. The reason she agreed to be the protagonist's girlfriend was simply because it sounded fun and she wanted to try it.

I think my grasp and differentiation of character personalities are pretty good...

Chapter 54 Chapter 51 A Reasonable "Truth"

London, England, Heathrow International Airport.

Kevin, Jill, and Alice, fresh off the plane, were momentarily stunned by the welcoming scene at the exit.

Two rows of men in sunglasses and sharp suits stood respectfully, and a stretched Lincoln was waiting with its door open for the distinguished guests.

"Captain!"

If not for James's respectful address, Kevin would have thought they were in trouble and cornered by MI6 at the airport entrance.

Have these idiots been in too many firefights to know what "low profile" means?

Kevin scanned the surroundings and immediately noticed many familiar faces, including Leon and Barry.

Everyone seemed to have bulges at their waists, suggesting they were carrying firearms. And Rain, a female soldier disguised as a wandering singer, was loitering nearby, carrying a heavy instrument case.

Judging by its appearance, it was highly likely to contain heavy weaponry or a disassembled sniper rifle...

Damn it, setting aside how they managed to bring such weapons into the airport, I asked them to pick us up, not to form a group and carry out a terrorist attack!

After all the world's attention was drawn to Umbrella, we could quietly shift from the spotlight to the shadows. Do you guys think the situation isn't chaotic enough? Want to jump out and help share the heat?

With a face as dark as ink, the Commander didn't linger. He immediately picked up his luggage and entered the Lincoln.

However, Jill and Alice, who accompanied him, seemed more interested in the car and the surrounding scenery.

After getting into the car, they even pulled out a frozen wine cabinet from the back and poured themselves a drink to relieve the fatigue of their journey.

It seems the "training" of these people is a long and arduous task... Kevin slapped his forehead, his expression filled with pain.

"Welcome home..."

As the car door closed, a familiar greeting came from the back seat.

Dr. Charles? Kevin was slightly surprised and then began to understand the grand display by everyone.

After all, although Umbrella Corporation was mired in public opinion, its core was unharmed. This massive enterprise, with branches all over the world, had undoubtedly extended its tentacles into various European countries.

Therefore, they couldn't guarantee they wouldn't encounter pursuit from the U.S.S. For Dr. Charles's safety, such a large-scale reception was understandable.

The value of the person in front of him was more than enough for an entire division.

However, Kevin disdained the planner's ostentatious approach. Such actions would only increase the target's identifiability and danger.

If he were handling it, the Commander would even hide Dr. Charles's existence, relentlessly smear Umbrella Corporation, and perhaps arrange for a staged accidental death and a new identity.

"One-tenth of the BSAA's startup capital comes from UN grants, and the remaining nine-tenths are supported by the Crawford family."

"Therefore, the person you report to is naturally the master of Surrey County and the current head of the Crawford family—Laura Crawford."

"Furthermore, she is my niece, and she respects me, her uncle, so it seems only I am more suitable for handling the reception..."

Dr. Charles's explanation had a hint of reserved boasting in its tone.

What a vain old man, Kevin muttered inwardly, feeling a slight apprehension about the upcoming meeting.

It wasn't excitement from meeting a celebrity; after all, his near-death experiences in Raccoon City had made his psychological resilience incredibly strong.

The loss of the original Modified T-Virus data meant he was short on leverage, and that's what worried him more.

The BSAA wasn't a charity; they needed some tangible achievements to secure benefits for their members.

"I have a question: what personnel and departments support the BSAA's operations? Since I'm being transferred back to headquarters, I should get to know my colleagues in advance."

Kevin subtly probed for information about the BSAA, wondering if this so-called organization had been altered by the World Will.

Dr. Charles gave Kevin a slightly surprised glance and then gestured around with his finger.

"Well, it's roughly all here?"

What the hell! Are you kidding me? The BSAA—Bio-Terrorism Defense and Assessment Alliance Organization—had such a grand name, only to turn out to be an empty shell?

Kevin almost cursed out loud. I thought I'd found my people! And now you're making me relive the struggles of starting a business?

Dr. Charles seemed to have anticipated Kevin's shock and confusion, patiently explaining to his student.

"The actual founders of the BSAA were myself and Lara's father, Richard. This nominal shell was initially just a concept before the Raccoon City crisis erupted."

"Richard and I were on an expedition in West Africa back then, and we eventually discovered the tomb of the Ndipaya Empire and the Sun Stair Flower within..."

"Although Richard repeatedly advised me not to bring such a dangerous plant back to America for research, I had to do it to overcome my family's genetic illness..."

"After this incident, Richard cut off contact with me for a while..."

"Until my daughter Angela was born, and the successfully developed T-Virus truly freed my little angel from her wheelchair..."

A warm smile curved Dr. Charles's lips, as if he were proud of his daughter.