This World Is Seriously Ill

"Three days ago, strange small-scale earthquakes occurred in Japan's Dragon Triangle Sea Area, and a fishing boat passing nearby saw a mysterious island sink from afar!"

"More importantly, they happened to rescue two people who had fallen into the water."

"The Crawford family's intelligence personnel compared the photos with the crew, and one of them is my father!"

Countess Lara, who had never been one for restraint, kicked open the half-closed living room door and waved the documents in her hand at Kevin.

Count Richard actually escaped Queen Himiko's tomb ahead of schedule? That's truly cause for celebration. As expected, without his troublesome biological daughter present, the chances of survival increased significantly.

But what's the point of being in such a hurry?

Even if you want the cooperation of BSAA field agents, you need a Biohazard Crisis to break out where they are.

Otherwise, at most, we can just roll out the red carpet for the old family head's arrival.

"I checked. The last place they appeared was Toko City, Japan!"

Lara paid no mind to her role as a third wheel, her excitement leaving no room for anything else.

Meanwhile, the Commander, who was lying in Alice's arms as if resigned to his fate, suddenly's eyes snapped open.

Holy crap, Toko City?! No way, that can't be a coincidence.

ps1: Let me state this upfront, the author has decided to delete all photos and will no longer upload them. It was just a good intention at first, but...

2. Regarding Ada's replication of Red Queen data using a hard drive in Chapter 35.

It was mentioned earlier that Ada was the first to remove the motherboard, so she had enough time to tamper with it before the motherboard was removed and replicate the data.

The hard drive was just removed later, so there's no logical issue.

3. Additionally, if any posts in the comment section contain personal attacks, insults, or are purely for the sake of being negative, they will be deleted and the user banned.

4. My current situation: I tutor students from 1 PM to 6 PM every day, and provide feedback in the evening.

Therefore, to avoid affecting your reading experience, I update my work between 1 AM and 5 AM, releasing it promptly at 6 AM. I have no backlog of chapters.

I sleep in the mornings and have been doing this for almost a week.

Some readers like my book, so I have to be responsible. I consider myself a relatively responsible and gentle person, but seeing some comments recently has genuinely made me angry.

I hope you all come here to appreciate the story, not to flaunt your superiority.

Thank you very much for reading my book. That's all for now.

Section 63 Chapter 60: Dear Friend, Won't You Die For Me?

Toko City, Oshima Secret Research Institute.

A group of armed individuals in standard black combat uniforms, with strange red triangular emblems on their right arms and holding German MP5 submachine guns, stormed in and began a frantic slaughter.

In just fifteen minutes, the auxiliary personnel of this secret research institute were almost completely wiped out.

Commander Constantine, casually removed his gas mask and took deep breaths of the sweet, bloody aroma filling the corridor. His short buzz cut bobbed to the rhythm of the music.

His slowly advancing footsteps, crushing the uneven corpses beneath him, brought him a sense of psychological pleasure and relaxation.

This is the life a man should live!

He thought about being stuck on that godforsaken deserted island for nearly ten years, digging and filling holes like a mole every day.

Even worse, women! Good wine! Cigarettes! These supplies were as scarce as if they didn't exist!

Even the food was always canned goods and seafood scavenged from the coast.

If he stayed any longer, he didn't know if he would go mad first, or if the tomb of that damned Queen of Yamatai would be found first.

Fortunately, that white-haired man appeared. Not only did he save that old bastard Richard, but he also took the main artifacts from Queen Himiko's tomb, indirectly allowing Constantine to end his hellish excavation work.

Although the things he might have obtained were taken by that person first, he himself was able to escape that godforsaken deserted island thanks to this bastard, so Constantine actually felt a sense of relief.

However, the only downside was that after the excavation of "Queen Himiko's" tomb, the deserted island itself sank in an undersea earthquake.

If it weren't for the supply ship that regularly delivered their living necessities arriving just in time, they would have likely become fish food in the sea.

Ah well, since I've escaped this purgatory, I might as well indulge myself to my heart's content in this wonderful place!

Blood! Wails! Fear! Death! Such a perfect symphony could only prove he was alive!

At this moment, Constantine hummed Schubert's soothing serenade, wading through the blood, and casually grabbed a tall researcher cowering by the doorway, then shot him in the head.

The nearby squad members deliberately avoided the Commander, who was immersed in the thrill of slaughter.

The Captain... he's gone mad again!

In the past, on the deserted island, this originally reserved and arrogant Commander had gradually become delirious and neurotic as time went by.

The excavation of Queen Himiko's tomb had not actually resulted in significant personnel losses.

Instead, those who died at Constantine's hands accounted for one-third of the total personnel lost.

Past bloody lessons had taught these soldiers that anyone who dared to interrupt the Commander's "performance" would become a note composed of blood.

After a thorough sweep, the entire Oshima Secret Research Institute, except for the core laboratory, had completely fallen.

The soldiers skillfully dragged the corpses, preparing to throw them outside for collective incineration.

And on the cliff overlooking Toko City, several missile launchers were being urgently set up.

"Ready?"

Constantine leisurely approached the cliff edge, gazing at Toko City with a bloodthirsty, crazed glint in his eyes.

"Ready to act at any time, Commander!"

The technician, busy setting parameters, felt a mix of awe and fear at the Commander's arrival and immediately stepped forward, pledging his assurance.

"The Umbrella Corporation has truly fallen, even having to sell off their most prized possessions..."

"Well, that certainly makes our operation easier..."

Constantine observed the "Umbrella" logo on the missile with great interest, sighing with emotion.

That group of arms dealers, after the Biohazard Crisis in Raccoon City, were too preoccupied to care about anything else, and even their European branches had been carved up.

On top of that, the shameless high-ranking officials in the US military unilaterally tore up their bioweapon orders and imposed judicial sanctions.

The Umbrella Corporation, now a shadow of its former self, was so desperate to bridge its financial gap that it was even willing to sell off all its bioweapon models on the black market.

At such a cut-rate price, it wasn't just their well-funded "Holy Trinity Church" that could afford it; even the "black uncles" in Africa and the "Arabian bearded men" in the Middle East could scrape together enough to buy a couple.

"Are you sure what's inside can cover all of Toko City?"

Constantine asked a final question about the details to avoid any unnecessary mishaps.

"To appease the US military and secure the order, Umbrella Corporation used the most advanced multi-warhead design for their transport missiles..."

"Therefore, only three are needed. The concentrated T-Virus inside can be dispersed throughout Toko City in a manner similar to artificial rain, and we... have five of them!"

"Although according to Umbrella's latest data, after that 'flu,' people in various countries have developed some T-Virus resistance."

"But this new stuff is still effective against most people!"

The technician answered everything without reservation, afraid of angering the Commander, whose mental state was clearly unstable, over minor details.

"Very well, launch is scheduled for ten minutes from now. Let these fools learn to fear!"

Constantine smiled and nodded, then drew his pistol and led his subordinates, who had already gained control of the situation, towards the core laboratory.

Meanwhile, in the core laboratory.

The director of the Oshima Secret Research Institute, dressed in a white coat, leaned against the wall and collapsed on the floor, his hands buried in his short black hair, after hearing no more gunshots outside the blast-proof door.

His face under his glasses looked frail and helpless.

"Why! My research was meant to save this world! Do they really want to obtain this uncontrollable power so badly?"

In contrast, the institute's director beside him appeared extremely calm, as if he had anticipated everything.

"No! I can't let them run amok! I must protect this achievement!"

"Fight back! We must fight back!"

"That should do it!"

Muttering anxiously, the frail institute director suddenly seemed to realize something, casting a loving yet guilty gaze towards the glass cultivation pod in the center.

Inside the vessel, filled with a substance resembling "amniotic fluid," a girl in a white restraint suit with long pink hair cascading down her shoulders floated silently, like a sleeping beauty awaiting a prince's kiss.

"I'm sorry, Masana, forgive me for waking you..."

The frail institute director rushed to the control console, his right hand reaching for the valve to drain the pod's liquid.

"Next, I'm going to inject myself with that leftover Void Genome. If anything happens to me, it's all up to you, old friend!"

The director lowered his head, his voice deep.

"Kuro, aren't you going to reconsider my offer?"

"If we give this to them, we can not only save our lives but also indirectly prove to the world the miracle born from our hands!"

The institute director frowned slightly, his attitude firm, and shook his head again.

"Shuichiro, handing this over to those thugs outside will only turn this world into a living hell!"

"Science may be neutral, but the human heart should be able to distinguish right from wrong!"

Shuichiro took a deep breath, his previously somber expression seeming to relax, a faint smile even appearing at the corners of his lips.

"Alright then, I respect your decision..."

"So..."

As the young institute director opened the cultivation pod's valve, he gave his friend a brilliant smile.

"Shuichiro, I knew it..."

"Bang!"

Amidst the muffled gunshot, a vibrant splash of blood bloomed on the director's chest. His joyful and relieved expression froze into shock and confusion.

"Please... die... my dearest friend..."

The director pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, carefully wiped the fingerprints off the gun handle, then turned and opened the door, thrusting it into Constantine's hand.

ps: Thank you to many readers for your understanding and comfort. Let's move past the image issue. By the way, does anyone still think the Toko City dungeon is too weak?

"So, the parting words to your good friend are all settled, High Priest?"

Constantine smiled and stepped forward, spreading his arms as if to give the institute director, Kendo Shuichiro, an enthusiastic embrace.

Shuichiro ignored Constantine's overture and instead bent down, gently lifting his friend Ouma Kuro's chin to patiently wipe the blood from his lips.

It was as if their relationship was as pure and intimate as ever.

The institute director, his lungs pierced by a bullet, tried several times to reach out and grab his unfamiliar friend, wanting to angrily demand an explanation, but he ultimately found all his strength draining away.

"Kuro, you're always so naive and slow. I told you long ago you'd die because of this personality flaw..."

"Are you thinking of your other dear friend, Raiden Ryoma?"

"To avoid his gaze, I've waited a long time for this day..."

"Therefore, besides me, no one can help you..."

Kendo Shuichiro shook his head slightly, a hint of pity appearing on his face.

"I gave you a chance..."

"But your answer... still disappointed me..."

Then, amidst the suppressed statement, the director's voice gradually turned frantic.

"The Origin Stone! It was a treasure you and I discovered together!"

"Honor! Prestige! Wealth!"

"It embodies everything I had hoped for!"