This World Is Seriously Ill

Perhaps this world will, struggling to maintain order, wished for someone to help rescue it.

Therefore, within the bounds of the rules, it would do everything possible to establish a safe perimeter for the "clinic."

But only if one didn't deliberately court disaster!

If they actively provoked those high-level Calamity Viruses, even if he were a friendly "Doctor," or even the world will's own mother, no one could save him.

Second, each outbreak of a Calamity Virus would be contained within a specific area for a short period.

And as the "doctor," his job would be to find the tumor within the allotted time, remove the cause of the disease, and prevent the disaster from escalating!

However, there were intricate connections between the various Calamity Viruses.

Thus, while on a main quest to clear out one type of Calamity Virus, he might inadvertently trigger all sorts of strange and bizarre side quests.

At times like these, extreme caution was absolutely necessary!

After all, who knew which side quest led to some world-ending BOSS.

Only now did Kevin realize how foolish his approach of investigating special events around the British Isles had been.

Just mentioning a few of those forbidden names would have put the Biohazard Crisis to shame by leagues.

Then, Kevin frowned slightly, as if recalling some points that had been bothering him.

"If I don't actively seek out traces of the Calamity Virus, how can I help our patients get treated?"

"Besides, how long can the world will maintain this temporarily harmonious situation?"

The Apocalypse remained silent for a moment, its reply somewhat cryptic.

"Don't forget my name..."

Apocalypse... Apocalypse... Kevin mulled it over, and finally, a hint of understanding dawned in his eyes.

With the power of Heaven above, to enlighten all beings, follow the will of God, and protect the light!

In other words, the world will would provide guidance for the "Doctor"...

All I need to do is... wait...

Wait with hope!

"Hey, you've been spacing out for ages, are you going to look or not?"

Lara, showing some impatience, stood up and urged him on.

Under the Countess's surprised gaze, Kevin took out the lighter Jill had left there and casually ignited the unopened file bag.

The British Isles, truly a lively place...

The Commander sighed silently, a hint of amusement in his tone. Even without opening it, the thickness of the file bag was proof enough.

While some doubts were resolved, greater mysteries seemed to have unfolded before Kevin.

You seem to be connected to the world will in some way...

So, is your purpose truly as pure as it seems, Apocalypse?

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Section 62, Chapter 59: Alice's "Eagle-Staring" Daily Routine

"A cup of coffee for 4 hours?"

"What are the Captain and instructor doing? Practicing their seductive glances?"

"I don't know, it kind of looks like it..."

"Who knows, it's been like this every day for a week..."

"Aren't they tired? I'm getting eye strain just watching. Come help me drag these things..."

"Get lost! That devil of a Captain, I feel like throwing up whenever I see this stuff now!"

In the stables of Crawford Manor, several team members, bent over picking up horse manure and cleaning the floor, were gathered, chattering away.

The center of their discussion was naturally the man and woman sitting in silent contemplation under the sunshade on the top floor.

Jill glanced at the two on the top floor, tossed the mop aside, picked up a cigarette, lit it slowly, and lowered her eyelids, her gaze complex.

Of course, these scoundrels were mostly complaining out of frustration.

After all, they had been brutally trained by instructor Alice three times a day for the past half month.

As a result, they were now regulars at Crawford Manor; even the horses treated them better than others.

On the other hand, a certain leisurely scoundrel was either hanging out with Countess Lara or exchanging lingering glances with instructor Alice, who had just finished beating them up, on the top floor.

It was utterly unfair! Inhumane!

However, these BSAA field operatives, living in hell, were clearly slandering their superiors on purpose.

Because at this moment, Kevin showed no signs of the joy and relaxation one might associate with a date.

Upon closer inspection, one could see the veins bulging on the Commander's forehead as he stared at Alice, his muscles trembling, and sweat soaking through his clothes.

His bloodshot eyes were narrowed to pinpricks, and the rattan chair he sat in creaked ominously, as if unable to bear the weight.

Finally, his trembling hand, as if traversing mountains and rivers, reached out with difficulty and rested on the mug.

That's right, for the past week, Kevin had been undergoing painful training in the application of mental power...

The most direct and effective method was clearly to have Alice, the only one who had entered the "Half-Apostle" rank, apply mental pressure on him intermittently for four hours to strengthen the Commander's willpower.

Accompanied by waves of mental shock, it was an extremely slow and agonizing process.

His body's five senses were gradually stripped away, his heart pounded violently, and his veins bulged, yet he couldn't control even a single twitch of his muscles, let alone lift the cup and finish the coffee inside.

Therefore, even Kevin, with his high Intelligence of 20, couldn't break free from Alice's mental restraints.

As a result, it was the Savior, who had only a superficial understanding of mental manipulation before, whose strength advanced by leaps and bounds, and who completed the self-evolution of the T-Virus.

Name: Alice (T2 Form)

Rank: Apostle

Special Class: Savior (Favored by destiny, grows stronger with every battle, possesses infinite possibilities!)

Affiliation: BSAA Field Instructor

Strength: 20

Physique: 25

Agility: 22

Intelligence: 25

Perception: 21

Overall Stats: 113

Special Abilities: 1. Limitless Body (Except for fatal injuries, can rapidly heal major torso damage, including limb regeneration.) 2. Dynamic Vision (Can track the trajectory of small-caliber bullets with the naked eye.) 3. Mental Field (Ranged attacks entering the Savior's 10-meter radius will have their power reduced by 20%.) 4. Mind Impact (Condenses and releases mental power to form a shockwave covering a radius of 30 meters.)

Comparing people makes you want to die; comparing goods makes you want to throw them away.

Kevin truly hadn't expected that the T-Virus could evolve alongside its host.

After its first evolution, Alice had completely entered the ranks of the "Apostles," but the Commander couldn't draw any specific conclusions about all the related changes.

However, the most intuitive feeling was—coordination, perfection, sharpness, like the most precise instrument!

She could instinctively choose the optimal solution amidst heavy encirclement.

It seemed that the entire BSAA would have to bow down to Alice's might in the future, trembling in fear.

On the bright side, they at least had the confidence to face special events.

Of course, after half a month of intensive training, everyone had made significant progress, but it was difficult to show it when facing the god of death that was Alice.

The most noticeable among them were Leon and Jill, who each reached the 70 Overall Stats mark.

But after thinking carefully, Kevin didn't find it surprising.

After all, this group were the elites who were first exposed to the Modified T-Virus source. Although they were directly infected, the residual effects of the drug had already permeated their blood and bone marrow.

Coupled with Dr. Charles's introduction of a T-Virus byproduct from Umbrella—the cell repair fluid.

Therefore, these brutes who were "bloodied" by Alice every day had to take one dose regularly to ensure no hidden injuries remained in their bodies.

Their rapid progress was thus understandable.

As for Kevin himself, he was a typical example of uneven development.

According to the plan, he spent his mornings learning combat, firearms, archaeology, mountaineering, and other subjects with Countess Lara, achieving an astonishing perfect score in theoretical knowledge.

In the afternoons, he would obediently sit in the rattan chair and have a four-hour "deep gaze" with Alice, who came to relax. His mental barrier finally broke through 20 points yesterday.

Therefore, he could now slightly move the muscles around his body and just manage to rest his hand on the mug.

However, it was quite ironic that due to his own physique, Kevin couldn't perfectly execute many of the exquisite combat techniques.

Name: Kevin Li

Rank: The Fool (B) (Overall Stats 70)

Level: LV7 532/700

Remaining Stats: 0

Strength: 11

Physique: 12

Agility: 12

Intelligence: 21

Perception: 14

Overall Stats: 70

Apocalypse: None

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

Special Abilities 1. Mind Impact: Disrupts enemy units with Intelligence below 20 within a 10-meter range through mental shockwaves from the brain. 2. Mental Resilience: Can immunize against mental interference caused by enemy units below 25.

After half a month of self-inflicted torture, Kevin confirmed another thing: besides killing Calamity creatures, normal training could also strengthen oneself.

But, this is a long and arduous process… a heavy responsibility and a distant journey.

Finally, it's over…

As the sun gradually set, the Commander, looking as if he'd been fished out of water, collapsed onto the chair like a salted fish left out to dry for days. The cup of coffee had long since gone cold.

"Don't push yourself too hard, I'll take over."

Alice stretched, a mischievous smile playing on her lips. Then, to the Commander's expressionless face, she scooped Kevin up in a princess carry.

Brutally defeating those BSAA field members no longer presented any challenge for her.

And the most interesting activity each day was, after four hours of "breaking in the hawk," carrying her "little boyfriend," who had been drained bit by bit, downstairs.

This thrill of violence crushing strategy and the physical body crushing the mind was indeed addictive.

Sometimes, when the mood struck, she could even listen to records while teasing this little fox who couldn't grasp reality.

"We have news!"