This World Is Seriously Ill

It seemed he treated this thing like a refreshing, jelly-like delicacy, constantly sucking on it.

The police woman had intended to kick the impudent bastard behind her away, but the moment she turned her head, she found the Commander already drowsily asleep.

All his actions were merely subconscious.

Jill bit her lip, but in the end, she slowed her horse's pace, so the boy behind her wouldn't be woken by the bouncing.

Even though she had been taken advantage of, her careful movements were as if she were protecting a treasured item.

Forget it, I'll just treat it as bestowing a Hero's Treatment.

It was just that tonight, the road ahead seemed very long...

The police woman felt a headache coming on...

ps: Seeing the data of other authors at the same time, I feel like I'm quite lazy. Please give me a follow, collection, and votes. I hope for your support.

Also, I've decided not to skip the prelude. To build emotions well, I need more patience to nurture them and let each female character live.

It might be a bit slow, please bear with me.

Section 67, Chapter 64: The Situation is Settled

Crawford Manor, top floor.

"You don't seem worried at all that your little boyfriend might be snatched away?"

Lara crossed her legs, resting them indiscreetly on the table, lifting a glass of red wine and swirling it in the light.

As she spoke, the Countess winked playfully at Alice through the crimson, transparent liquid.

Meanwhile, Jill, who had quietly entered and tied up the warhorse, was carefully lifting Kevin off its back and dragging him towards her bedroom.

"If he can be easily led away, it just means I didn't tie him tight enough."

Alice, who was tasting brandy, glanced over slightly and then chuckled, her expression a little subtle.

Lara mused, drained her red wine with a gulp, and snapped her fingers crisply.

"So, you two aren't just purely lovers..."

Then, the Countess straightened up with a twist of her waist, squatting on the table with extreme flexibility. Her previously playful and teasing expression suddenly solidified into a hint of scrutiny and suspicion.

"Since you're not a Juliet who would die for love, then what is the Romeo who indulges in the flowers with us following for? Alice..."

"Could it be that you hope to present the mission to the White Queen with the 'head' of the Red Queen (the Red Queen Motherboard)?"

Lara's demeanor was aggressive, but her words used the story of Alice in Wonderland for her teasing.

The female instructor slightly raised her eyes, then lowered her gaze back to the wine in her glass.

"What are you suspecting?"

Lara leaned on the table, her body slanting forward, her sexy lips pursed in a light smile. Her forehead was less than five centimeters from Alice's face, their breaths seemingly able to touch each other's skin.

"Honestly, I've never met such a perfect rival. The moment you defeated me, I felt like I fell for you..."

"So, I want to 'delve deeper' into understanding you..."

This woman was intelligent and proud, sexy and dangerous. Kevin's evaluation of her was almost entirely accurate.

But today, Alice saw new qualities in Lara.

She often wanted to assert her individuality through rebellious poses, but the noble education ingrained in her bones always revealed the Countess's inherent elegance in her speech and actions.

Alice leaned back in her chair, creating some distance from the Countess. Her calm voice carried a hint of bewilderment.

"Where else can I go besides here? Should I just lie down in Umbrella's laboratory?"

"I have no past. My memories for the first 20 years are a blank slate, so I can only grasp the future..."

Lara raised an eyebrow, as if hearing a ridiculous joke.

"You consider that fox, reeking of fish and stench, to be your future?"

A hint of reminiscence flickered in Alice's eyes, her smile confident and flamboyant.

"No! I am his future!"

"...When facing the robbers in the supermarket, his eyes held only fear and despair. But the moment he saw me, do you know what I read in his expression?"

Lara's eyes narrowed slightly, and she shook her head gently, becoming increasingly curious about their first meeting.

"Surprise! Adoration! Absolute trust!"

"And... hope!"

"I don't know why, but he seems to regard me as... a god!"

This was something Alice had never told anyone.

During their first meeting, he seemed like a prisoner lost in despair who had found his salvation.

Even after the accidental injury, the expression on Kevin's face held no excessive resentment, only a hint of helplessness.

Subconsciously, the blankness of her 20 years of memory made Alice crave a sense of mission and belonging.

Therefore, Spence, who had faked marriage with her, had only shown a hint of tenderness, and the Savior had almost fallen for it.

When a more sincere believer silently prayed to her, that god would surely bestow blessings upon them!

Therefore, Alice, knowing full well the great risks involved in bringing Kevin to the Acre Mountains for treatment, still chose to do so.

She never expected that this selfless choice would lead the once weak and helpless "believer" to reappear by her side as a savior.

Alice had no doubt that Kevin's objective in infiltrating The Hive was related to her.

Because, in the final days in Raccoon City, she and her fellow patient, Jill, learned through their conversations.

Kevin would always unconsciously murmur a certain name, as if cheering himself on in his struggle against despair.

When all pretense was stripped away, and she had nowhere else to go, she would then, as a god, protect her apostle…

Lara smiled faintly, and Alice's wariness gradually dissolved.

They were both searching for the meaning of life, and this woman's purpose was simpler: to prove her existence and that she was needed.

"I really want to see what kind of sparks will fly between a god and a believer."

Alice's gaze was deep, and a faint smile played on her lips.

"God loves the world; it's a form of care for beautiful creations, without much impurity."

"As for whether one can gain the Lord's favor, that depends on how my little believer performs."

Lara turned and came up behind Alice, wrapping her arms around the instructor's slender swan neck and whispering seductively on her shoulder.

"I think I'm definitely more devout than him. How about I ditch this little brat?"

Alice rolled her eyes helplessly at the Countess behind her, whose attitude was ambiguous.

"Do you know what you look like right now?"

"Like a little girl who sees the neighbor's kid with a new, exciting toy but can't get one herself…"

The proud and arrogant Countess, after being defeated multiple times by someone, had been wanting to win back in other ways.

It seemed like stealing his cherished faith was an interesting form of revenge.

"Only good things are worth fighting for…"

"Father, I think you have this value…"

Lara, her thoughts seen through, chuckled without a care, then stealthily lowered her head and pecked Alice's left cheek.

Another rebellious little girl who never grew up…

Alice was somewhat helpless at Lara's "sneak attack." This Countess, who disregarded rules and acted recklessly, was the complete opposite of Kevin.

But when this pride and arrogance were completely shattered by overwhelming power, adoration and closeness would naturally arise.

"My bed is large. How about you come to my room to sleep?"

Lara shot a provocative glance at Jill's bedroom and then invited Alice.

"Forget it. Although I have plenty of energy, dealing with you is still quite troublesome."

Alice didn't reject the ambiguous teasing between the girls; instead, she felt a bit happier.

"My bedroom has a private wine cabinet with a few bottles of good whiskey..."

Lara looked at the empty brandy bottles on the table, a sly smile appearing on her face.

"Deal!"

Alice unhesitatingly raised her fist and lightly bumped it with Lara's. They smiled at each other, seemingly reaching a consensus.

So, the situation is set. I'm going to take your stuff, kid.

ps: Thank you to all the readers for your strong support. However, I need to clarify that two updates a day are my limit. I still have a job, and once this batch of students is finished, I'll see if I can switch careers to writing.

It's nothing special; I personally want to do this. It's a stubborn dream.

From the beginning, choosing Biohazard Crisis, which wasn't a popular subject, I initially just wanted to fulfill an old dream. I didn't have much expectation for it to become a hit.

I'm truly happy that you all like the world I've created.

Section 68 Chapter Sixty-Five: Team Killer and Hell Dungeon

"Bang!"

"Get out here! Time to work!"

The door was violently kicked open, and Lara roughly dragged Kevin, who was still groggy, from Jill's bed. She pulled the Commander, who had fallen asleep in his clothes the night before, all the way to the living room.

Kevin slumped onto the sofa, shaking his dazed head. He took the hangover tea Jill handed him and drank it in one gulp.

A moment later, though he was sober, he found everyone gathered around him with strange and ambiguous expressions.

Even Leon and Barry secretly gave him a thumbs-up.

Meanwhile, Jill stood nearby, her fists clenched, her murderous gaze sweeping around.

"What happened to me last night?"

Kevin pulled Leon aside and whispered. His memories of getting drunk last night were very fragmented. He vaguely remembered only giving Jill a gift.

But the way these scoundrels were looking at him, clearly enjoying the show, indicated that he had likely done something extraordinary.

Leon answered the Commander's question with a nonchalant air.

"A minor thing..."

"I just slapped her ass and held her earlobe when I came back last night..."

"Maybe added sleeping in her bed..."

"Hiss!" Kevin gasped, barely daring to meet Jill's gaze.

Then, as if struck by a thought, he cast a suspicious look at the schadenfreude-filled Leon.

"How the hell do you guys know? Were you spying?"

Leon feigned sympathy, reaching out to pat Kevin's shoulder.

"Countess Lara saw it with her own eyes. She was tasting wine on the top floor last night."

"Her drinking buddy seemed to be Instructor Alice."

"Hiss!" Kevin felt the scent of death on him, as if it had grown stronger.

Barry, who had somehow appeared beside Kevin, looked at the Commander with the gaze of an elder, expressing a hint of regret.

"Captain, what a shame. Last night, you were only one step away from being a real man..."

"That girl actually threw you on her own bed and then slept alone on the sofa in the living room."

"It seems you need to reflect on your charm as a man."

Since Jill hadn't found the bedroom key on Kevin after bringing him back,