This World Is Seriously Ill

In a trance, the two seemed to achieve a synchronized unity of mind and shell.

After emptying a magazine, Kevin snapped awake as if from a dream. The intricate, patterned serpent's vertical pupils deep in his eyes gradually shifted back to their normal form.

On his retina, the shadow of Alice's body—constantly shifting poses and firing guns—slowly dissipated.

A stabbing pain followed, and the savior's vast knowledge of gun understanding and usage began to flood into his brain.

"Now, congratulations. You're officially a Bad Boy!" Alice smiled in satisfaction after the deed was done, slapping Kevin's rear playfully.

But when she turned to continue teasing the kid who'd made such godspeed progress, the female director's brow furrowed. "You're bleeding from the nose? Does this serum have some unknown side effect?"

Kevin shook his head blankly. Alice then took some alcohol wipes from the medical kit to disinfect and stop the bleeding, a hint of worry on her face.

"Nothing's wrong with my body. Maybe it's just dry and hot lately—too much internal heat. I'll be fine with more hot water."

Kevin came to his senses, making up excuses on the spot, burying a flicker of shock in his eyes.

His brain was like a CPU running at overload, absorbing and filing the gun knowledge into different memory partitions.

It gradually branded the understanding of handling such firearms into his soul as instinct.

At the same time, amidst a grinding sound like gears turning, the ethereal mechanical voice returned.

"Apocalypse Baptism remaining uses (2/3)..."

"Worldline shift..."

"Calamity Mission triggered: Origin Poison—Raccoon City Crisis (Countdown: 3 days, 10 hours, 15 minutes, 12 seconds)."

"1. Locate key elements: T-Virus sample, antidote, experimental data." "2. Remove Red Queen's central processor." "3. Destroy Umbrella Corporation's underground Hive." "4. Prevent Raccoon City's destruction."

Kevin's face twitched uncontrollably. Though his heart was tough, he still couldn't handle the shock before him.

He just wanted to register his household registration in this world and then get as far away from this damn place called Raccoon City as possible.

A friendly reminder or two for Angela's family and Alice would've been enough to clear his conscience.

Why, after a little sweetness, was there a massive pitfall? Was it forcing him into a dead end?

This damn Calamity Mission's absurdity was like queuing up with four Bronze noobs, picking random heroes to play together.

Only to face five Glory Kings on the other side—and what's worse, those bastards picked a pro tournament lineup!

This wasn't fair play. Kevin wanted to cry but had no tears.

PS: I'm here to screw over the protagonist again, but this time I'll go easy and let him show off with confidence.

Chapter 6: Calamity Virus

Acre Mountains. Under Alice's watchful gaze, Kevin drove his beloved Beetle toward the highway leading into the city, his face dark and gloomy.

The female director stared at the blood-red sunset over the Acre Mountains, her brow tightening. The hazy mist rising from the forest cast a strange, oppressive feeling over her heart.

Ever since she'd stumbled into that bizarre experimental site—one not even registered on the electronic map—the things inside had sent chills down her spine.

This was power that didn't belong in human hands, because it was dangerous enough to destroy its very wielder.

Kid, I hope everything goes well for us, Alice silently prayed. The setting sun's rays draped over her like a coat of scarlet armor on the growing female warrior.

"You've got to be kidding me!" Kevin slammed his fist on the steering wheel, his eyes blazing with anger.

"Unfortunately, because of the choices you made, this world has undergone a massive shift. So you must bear the consequences." A faint whisper came from a ball of light in his mind.

Kevin's pupils contracted sharply, and the car swerved. After steadying himself, he stared at the image of the light sphere reflected on his retina, grinding his teeth.

"Are you the god who controls everything?"

"To be precise, I am an indirect product of the Divine River Civilization—an Apocalypse Series auxiliary combat program developed by a mentor at the Super God Academy, Serial Number 0001." The light sphere replied mechanically.

"Then what is your real goal?" Kevin kept his face calm, but a storm raged inside him.

Divine River Civilization. The weight of those four words was immense. In the hazy memories of his past life, he recalled it—a top-tier cosmic civilization capable of creating gods through science.

"To eliminate the latent Calamity Viruses at different spacetime nodes in the Chi Wu Star System..."

"To guide the chosen to accept the Apocalypse, preparing for the arrival of the Void Era..."

"To jointly resist the Ultimate Fear and ensure the continuation of the Divine River Civilization..."

The light sphere's reply hesitated, as if engaging in mechanical thought.

Kevin snorted coldly, still skeptical of this unknown existence.

"Then why didn't you show up at first? And now you're controlling me with forced missions..."

The light sphere flickered on and off, beginning a scientific explanation.

"The Divine River Civilization has fallen. At this spacetime node, there is no trace of you or me. Anything that interferes too much with the world's operation will be erased by the rules in a 'reasonable' way..."

"So I needed you to replicate the savior's genetic information and deceive the world's laws before we could communicate..."

"This panel-like display mode is for your cognitive level—easy to understand. And the Life Dataization format can more intuitively show your growth..."

"As for domination... that's because you're within the range of every Calamity Virus. Once you cause a shift in the worldline rate, it triggers a terrifying Chain Reaction—like encountering monsters that shouldn't exist in the original script."

"So, as the culprit, you need to uproot the Calamity Viruses threatening the continuation of the Divine River Civilization ahead of time."

"Alright, let's take them one by one. What exactly is the Ultimate Fear?"

"It can only be described as a disaster for all civilizations. The remaining information is insufficient to answer."

The light sphere fell silent for a moment before finally giving a vague response: "According to the Divine River Civilization's database feedback, there's only one line describing it..."

"Fear stems from the unknown, yet the end of knowledge is ignorance!"

The cold mechanical tone actually carried a chilling edge.

"Then next, what exactly does Calamity Virus refer to?"

Kevin couldn't understand, so he stopped overthinking and asked another question that puzzled him.

"A shackle on civilization, or you could call it a trial. When a world's civilization reaches a critical node, a destructive trigger is planted. Once it accumulates to a certain stage, if no reasonable solution is found, the calamity will descend and wipe out the existing civilization system. The Divine River Civilization calls this a Calamity Virus." The light sphere gave a calm explanation.

Then it added: "...According to geological scans and comparisons with part of my database, this planet you call Earth has experienced at least five civilization extinctions..."

Kevin had a dawning realization. According to Mayan calculations, Earth had gone through roughly five Civilization Eras.

The first Sun Era was the Gendaya Civilization, a civilization of superpowers, destroyed by a great flood.

The second Sun Era was the Mesopotamian Civilization, a continuation of the Gendaya survivors, wiped out by Earth's magnetic pole shift.

The third Sun Era was the Muria Civilization, a Bio-energy civilization. It was a continuation of the survivors from the previous civilization (Mesopotamian) and ended with the sinking of a continent.

The fourth Sun Era was Atlantis, a light-energy civilization inheriting from the previous one. Atlantis legend says it came from colonists of Orion, and it too fell in a continent-sinking disaster.

The fifth Sun Era was the Tonatiuh Civilization (named after the Mayan Sun God, an emotional civilization), which was the civilization of emotion, destroyed by internal war.

As for now, it's called the Sixth Epoch Civilization. Perhaps there really were unknown mass extinctions in the past, and it's very likely the cause was the Calamity Virus the light sphere mentioned.

Thinking about it, the T-Virus in the underground Hive beneath Raccoon City was definitely a Calamity Virus.

If humanity could conquer it, biological civilization would make a qualitative leap. But if they screwed it up, it would be a disaster that directly formatted the source code of the real-life game Earth OL!

But the world map that had flashed through In His Mind once again made Kevin's heart skip a beat, and he frowned as he asked.

"So, besides Raccoon City, how many similar Calamity Viruses are there?"

"At least ten or more... and due to the strange instability of time and space here, the number of Calamity Viruses seems to be increasing."

The light sphere pulled up a world map dotted with scarlet light points and displayed it to Kevin.

At that moment, Kevin only had one thought in his mind: What the hell? He wasn't sure if he should say it out loud.

At least dozens of Calamity Viruses on par with the Biohazard Crisis?

Earth couldn't even be described as disaster-prone anymore. He felt that, by comparison, even the barren Mars seemed safer.

"Can I refuse?" Kevin realized this "doctor" job didn't seem like a good gig.

And from what he remembered, there seemed to be an unlucky doctor named Roman who had already proven That's All.

"This world is sick and needs our treatment. According to the Divine River Civilization Mutual Aid Law: We have the duty and obligation to lend a helping hand!"

"Otherwise, the Apocalypse Series auxiliary combat program will initiate a self-destruct sequence..."

The light sphere's tone was flat, but Kevin caught a sinister undertone.

Even a fool could figure out that if this thing inside his head blew up, he'd be buried with it.

"Well then, what a pleasure to meet you..." Kevin said with a sarcastic tone, shaking hands with some nonexistent data life form in the air.

Before the Calamity Mission was activated, Kevin instinctively wanted to avoid danger. He was just an ordinary person who wanted to survive and figure out the mysteries surrounding him—nothing more.

As for how long he could survive alone after the Biohazard Crisis broke out, he hadn't seriously thought about it.

Changing things was extremely difficult for most people. Before danger struck, wishful thinking made everyone believe they were fate's darlings.

At this moment, anger in the face of despair and extreme calm intertwined within him. He could no longer blindly run away. He had to face this damn Calamity Virus head-on with the resolve of a rabbit fighting a lion.

"Detected heightened emotions in the host. Blood alcohol concentration is 30mg/100ml, classified as drunk driving."

"Friendly reminder: Roads are countless, safety comes first. If you drive recklessly, your loved ones..."

The data life form organizing information In His Mind gave Kevin a well-meaning reminder in an extremely irritating Electronic Synthesized Voice.

This combat system, which had read the vague memories in his brain, was clearly testing out different language styles.

"Shut Up!" Unable to take it anymore, Kevin gripped the steering wheel with one hand and flipped the middle finger high into the air.

"Boom!" At the same time, a cylindrical glass pod that had abruptly appeared at the corner ahead exploded violently. The ejected hatch slammed hard into the windshield of the blue Beetle.

With the airbag deploying, the smoking blue Beetle crashed heavily into a tree trunk. Kevin kicked open the deformed, broken door and stumbled out of the airbag.

His vision was blurred by a streak of blood from his forehead, and his pupils blazed with sinister fury.

"Go to h—" The suppressed voice in the victim's throat turned into a bird's mournful cry, as if someone had suddenly grabbed it by the neck, when he saw the figure stepping out of the cylindrical glass pod.

The newcomer wore a green military coat, stood two meters tall, with grayish-blue skin like hard rock. Under his heavy footsteps, a terrifying pressure made it almost impossible to breathe.

The first foreshadowing had arrived.

Section 7, Chapter 7: The Bastards of Fate

Item Name: Tyrant T-103 Model (Restrained Type)

Affiliation: Virus Strain

Rank: C (Overall Stats 60-70)

Affiliation: Umbrella Corporation's cutting-edge bioweapon created according to the T-Virus

Strength: 18

Constitution: 18 (Basically immune to gunfire below 12.7mm caliber)

Agility: 14 (Relatively good body coordination)

Intelligence: 3 (Can execute simple commands)

Perception: 7 (Pain sensation lost)

Overall Stats: 60

Warning: Extremely Dangerous!

The moment this thing walked over step by step, Kevin's pupils contracted. After a quick scan by the so-called "Eye of Wisdom," a dense, waterfall-like data panel transmitted onto his retina.

His own Overall Stats were 55, and the opponent was just a moron with a mere five-point higher combat power—seemed like a fightable battle... bullshit!

These so-called basic stats multiplied geometrically. With 18 points in Strength, it could lift around ten-plus tons.

The subsequent calculations for Constitution and Agility were similarly off-the-charts, breaking the scale.

Want to arm-wrestle this thing? Not unless he planned on dying a gruesome death with limbs and flesh flying everywhere.