Perhaps the World Will, struggling to maintain the situation, was desperate for someone to help save itself.
So, within the limits permitted by its rules, it would do everything possible to establish a safe protective zone for the "clinic."
But the prerequisite was: don't deliberately court death!
If he actively provoked those higher Calamity Viruses, then never mind being a friendly "Doctor"—even if he were the World Will's own mother, no one could save him.
Second, every Calamity Virus outbreak would be confined to a specific area for a short period of time.
And as a "doctor," what he needed to do was find the tumor within the prescribed time limit, remove the cause, and prevent the disaster from escalating and spreading!
However, there were countless intertwined connections between the various Calamity Viruses.
Therefore, while clearing the main quest of a certain Calamity Virus, he might inadvertently trigger all sorts of strange side plots.
At times like that, he absolutely had to be cautious! Cautious! And cautious again!
After all, who knew what world-destroying boss might be connected to some side quest?
Only now did Kevin realize just how foolish his method of investigating unusual events around Britain had been.
Any one of those taboo names could leave Biohazard Crisis dozens of streets behind.
Then Kevin frowned slightly, as if recalling certain points that confused him.
"If I don't actively search for traces of Calamity Viruses, how can I help treat our patients?"
"And how long can the World Will maintain this temporarily harmonious situation?"
Apocalypse fell silent for a moment. Its answer was somewhat obscure.
"Don't forget my name..."
Apocalypse... Apocalypse... Kevin pondered it carefully, and realization finally appeared in his eyes.
With the power of heaven, enlighten all beings; follow divine will and safeguard the light!
In other words, the World Will would provide guidance for doctors...
All I had to do... was wait...
Wait with hope in my heart!
"Hey, you've been spacing out for so long. Are you going to read it or not?"
Lara, growing impatient, stood and urged him on.
Under Countess Lara's astonished gaze, Kevin took out the lighter Jill had left here and casually set the unopened document pouch on fire.
Britain really was a lively place...
The commander sighed soundlessly in mockery. Even without opening it, the thickness of that document pouch was enough to prove everything.
At the same time, while some doubts had been answered, an even greater mystery seemed to have appeared before Kevin.
It seemed you were connected to the World Will in some way...
Then was your purpose truly so simple, Apocalypse?
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Alice's "Falcon Training" Routine
"One cup of coffee took four hours?"
"What are the captain and the instructor doing? Practicing seductive glances?"
"No idea. It kind of looks like..."
"Who knows? They do this every day. It's already been a week..."
"Aren't they tired? My eyes hurt just watching them. Come help me drag these away..."
"Get lost! That demon captain makes me want to puke whenever I see this stuff now!"
Inside the stables of Crawford Manor, several team members bent over collecting horse manure and scrubbing the floor gathered together, chattering away.
And naturally, the focus of their discussion was the man and woman silently facing each other beneath the parasol on the top floor.
Jill glanced at the two on the top floor, casually tossed her mop onto the ground, put a cigarette between her lips, and slowly lit it. Her eyelids lowered, her expression complicated.
Of course, these bastards were mostly making fun of them to vent their frustrations.
After all, they had been brutally beaten by Instructor Alice three times a day for the past half month.
As a result, they had become regular visitors to Crawford Manor. The horses liked them better than anyone else.
Meanwhile, that leisurely bastard spent his days either fooling around with Countess Lara or gazing affectionately at Instructor Alice on the top floor after she had finished beating them senseless.
There was simply no justice! No humanity!
However, these BSAA field agents living in misery were clearly slandering their superior on purpose.
Because Kevin showed none of the relaxed pleasure one would associate with a date.
At close range, one could see that the commander staring into Alice's eyes had veins bulging on his forehead, every muscle in his body trembling, while cold sweat had already soaked through his clothes.
His bloodshot eyes had pupils nearly shrunk to pinpricks. Even the wicker chair beneath him creaked wildly, as though it could no longer bear the strain.
Finally, that trembling hand seemed to cross mountains and rivers before it laboriously came to rest on the mug.
That was right. For the past week, Kevin had been undergoing agonizing training in the use of Mental Power...
And the most direct and effective method was obviously for Alice, the only one who had entered the Half-Apostle rank, to intermittently subject him to mental pressure for four hours at a time, strengthening the commander's willpower.
With wave after wave of Mental Shock crashing down on him, it was an extremely slow and painful process.
His five physical senses were gradually stripped away. His heart pounded violently, veins stood out viciously, yet he could not control even the slightest twitch of a muscle, much less lift the cup and drink the coffee inside.
So, even Kevin, with an Intelligence stat as high as 20, could not break free from Alice's Mental Bind.
Instead, the savior, who had previously known little about mental control, was advancing by leaps and bounds in strength and had completed the T-Virus's self-evolution.
Name: Alice (T2 Form) Rank: Apostle Special Profession: Savior (One favored by fate; grows stronger with every battle and possesses limitless potential!) Affiliation: BSAA Field Instructor Strength: 20 Constitution: 25 Agility: 22 Intelligence: 25 Perception: 21 Total Attributes: 113 Special Abilities: 1. Limitless Body (Aside from fatal injuries, can rapidly heal even severe bodily damage, including regenerating severed limbs.) 2. Dynamic Vision (Can track the flight path of small-caliber bullets with the naked eye.) 3. Mental Field (The power of ranged attacks is reduced by 20% upon entering within 10 meters of the Savior.) 4. Mind Impact (Condenses and releases Mental Power, forming a shockwave that covers an area with a radius of 30 meters.)
Comparisons could kill people; goods had to be thrown away when compared.
Kevin truly had not expected the T-Virus to be capable of evolving alongside its host.
After her first evolution, Alice had completely entered the ranks of Apostles, but Kevin could not yet draw any definite conclusions about the changes that came with it.
Still, the most intuitive impression was—coordination, perfection, sharpness, like the most precise instrument!
Surrounded on all sides, she could rely on instinct to choose the optimal solution.
It seemed the entire BSAA would have to tremble under Alice's tyranny from now on.
Looking on the bright side, at least they now had the confidence to face unusual incidents.
Of course, after half a month of intensive training, everyone had made tremendous progress as well. It was simply difficult for that progress to show when facing a killing machine like Alice.
The most obvious examples were Leon and Jill, both of whom had entered the ranks of 70 total attributes.
But after thinking it over carefully, Kevin did not find it strange.
After all, this group had been the first elite members to approach the Modified T-Virus release source. Although they had not been directly infected, the remaining medicinal effects had already seeped into their blood and bone marrow.
On top of that, Dr. Charles had brought a T-Virus byproduct from Umbrella—Cell Repair Fluid.
Therefore, these animals who were brutally beaten by Alice every day had to take one dose regularly to ensure their bodies did not retain any hidden injuries.
Their rapid improvement was only natural.
As for Kevin himself, he was a classic case of severely uneven development.
According to the plan, every morning he followed Countess Lara in studying combat, firearms, archaeology, mountaineering, and other subjects, earning astonishing perfect scores in theoretical knowledge.
In the afternoons, he had to sit obediently in the wicker chair and gaze "affectionately" at Alice, who came here to relax, for four hours. His mental barrier had finally broken past 20 points yesterday.
That was why he could now barely move the muscles throughout his body and manage to place his hand on the mug.
But the rather ridiculous part was that, due to his own physical constitution, Kevin could not perfectly execute many exquisite combat techniques.
Name: Kevin Li Rank: Fool (B) (Total Attributes: 70) Level: LV7 532/700 Remaining Attributes: 0 Strength: 11 Constitution: 12 Agility: 12 Intelligence: 21 Perception: 14 Total Attributes: 70 Apocalypse: None Skills: 1. Firearms Mastery: Intermediate 2. Military Combat Skills: Intermediate Special Abilities 1. Mind Impact: Uses mental vibrations from the brain to interfere with enemy units within 10 meters whose Intelligence is below 20. 2. Mental Resilience: Can negate mental interference caused by enemy units below 25 points.
Half a month of self-torture had allowed Kevin to confirm something else: aside from killing Calamity creatures, ordinary training could also strengthen him.
But it was a long and difficult process... The road ahead was long.
Finally, it was over...
As the setting sun sank lower, the commander looked as though he had been hauled out of water. Like a salted fish dried for days, he collapsed into the chair, while the coffee had long since gone cold.
"Don't force yourself. I'll do it."
Alice stretched lazily, a mischievous smile tugging at her lips. Then, beneath the commander's dead-eyed expression, she scooped Kevin into her arms in a princess carry.
Brutally beating those BSAA field agents no longer posed any challenge to her.
And after four hours of "falcon training," her favorite daily activity was carrying her "little boyfriend," drained dry bit by bit, downstairs.
The pleasure of violence crushing strategy and physical strength overwhelming the mind really was addictive.
Sometimes, when the mood struck, she could even listen to records while disciplining this little fox who felt too unreal to touch.
"We have news!"
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