World Origin

Blackwatch, that supremely efficient war machine, kicked into full gear at Meng Yi's command, running at maximum power.

They systematically blocked Alex's path to the Red Light Mother, preventing him from mutating and growing stronger.

Black Light Virus detection towers guarded the gates, while dozens of "Fat Hugging Men" held the final line.

Even three "Fat Hugging Men" could beat "Brother A" until his mouth hung open and his eyes rolled back, thoroughly humiliating him.

With a whole crowd of "Fat Hugging Men," the scene could only be described as "truly swarmed by big guys"!

"Brother A"? No, no, no—he was "Little A" now!

After resting for over two hours, Meng Yi barely recovered a little mental strength.

He found the virus research scholars who had been waiting, copied their relevant memories, and stored them in the "Memory Palace."

Meng Yi now had a fairly detailed understanding of the Red Light Virus, the Black Light Virus, and even the White Light Virus inhibitor, all of which he'd never encountered before.

Blackwatch Military Base · Underground Laboratory.

A good memory beats a bad pen, but practice is the sole criterion for testing truth.

Applying the virus knowledge he'd just learned, Meng Yi personally operated on an experiment subject, reinforcing his memory through hands-on practice, striving to master it all as soon as possible.

Wearing a silver-white combat suit, the petite Firefly stood guard at the door, never leaving his side—she was Meng Yi's second-to-last line of defense.

Black Light Virus injected—

"Psionic Power" Microscopic Domain Interference—

Gene splicing—Gene splicing failed!

Experiment subject began to mutate—

Flesh and blood twisted outward chaotically, piling up, as the frail body absorbed nutrients and grew massively...

Spine, ribs, and other bones intertwined, forming a hideous exoskeleton armor on the surface.

Bones in the hands tore through muscle tissue, converging into exoskeleton blades.

High-concentration Black Light Virus injection + ample nutrient supply + "Psionic Power" guidance and acceleration catalyzed an ordinary, weak infected into a "Supreme Hunter" nearly four meters tall.

"Roar—!!"

The newborn monster felt no gratitude toward its creator. It roared and broke free, aiming its exoskeleton blade to pierce Meng Yi's chest.

"Quiet. Don't make noise."

The gleaming blade stopped just over ten centimeters from Meng Yi's chest, frozen, unable to advance another inch.

Meng Yi frowned slightly. His vast mental strength crushed the "Supreme Hunter's" fragile thought processes, turning this terrifying killing machine into a dull, rigid vegetable, standing still and unable to move.

"Strange. How did Alex Mercer manage it?"

One experiment failed, and Meng Yi didn't bother repeating it.

Even if he repeated it a hundred, a thousand, or ten thousand times, the ultimate limit would only ever produce a theoretical "Supreme Hunter," not a "Black Light Virus · Human Form."

This wasn't a technical issue on his part—it was something wrong with "Black Light Virus · Alex."

"Similar to the case of Alicia Marcus's clone, Alice, the protagonist of the Biohazard Crisis movie, awakening 'telekinesis.'"

"What's the cause? Plot inertia? World favor? An impossible miracle? A Child of Destiny?"

Earlier, in the underground Hive base in Raccoon City, Meng Yi had also studied the "T-Virus," but he'd never been able to replicate the miracle of 'telekinesis.'

He ordered the Umbrella Corporation to investigate and track down 'Alice,' but the feedback came back as 'no such person found.' The "Alice Project" clone experiment subjects had all been destroyed—it was a failed plan.

"Does a world only allow one 'fate-favored person' at a time?"

"Or has 'Black Light Virus · Alex' replaced the position of 'Telekinesis · Alice'?"

He couldn't understand it, only speculate.

If he followed this line of thought, the inexplicable 'power bursts' in 'protagonists' suddenly made perfect sense.

Certain unique abilities, exclusive to the 'protagonist,' were their 'cheats' and their chance to turn the tables.

The 'villains' who opposed the 'protagonist' were subtly hated and excluded by the world, as if cursed to line up and deliver power-ups to the 'protagonist,' with even the final boss eventually 'offering' himself as a stepping stone.

When the 'protagonist's' value was exhausted, their favor would silently fade away. A new 'protagonist' would replace the old one, endlessly repeating the same dull script.

"Hah—the Idealism System really doesn't play by the rules."

Meng Yi looked down at the lab floor.

"Does the world have an instinct? Or does the subconscious of All Living Beings form 'Alaya'?"

He lightly touched the '∞' mark on the back of his right hand, focused his mind, and summoned the Paradise information panel.

"Paradise? You there? Can you answer a question?"

[According to **** basic regulations, player 'White Devil' has completed an E-rank Side Quest in the Selection Dungeon. Hidden Permission appropriately increased.]

Meng Yi glanced at the 'Wealth Bar' on the panel. "What is the essence of evaluation?"

[Answer: Aggregates of World Origin of varying magnitudes. Conventional life cannot effectively utilize them. They can be used with 'Evolution Paradise' facilities for limit-breaking enhancements, or for other purposes.]

"World Will, subconscious collective—does such a thing truly exist?"

[Prompt: Insufficient authority, unable to answer.]

Dismissing the Evolution Paradise panel, Meng Yi smiled.

Sometimes, not answering is the best answer of all.

The Paradise pulling this stunt only confirmed his suspicions.

"Interesting, interesting. Is the bioweapon the Original World's 'Shedding the Old for the New'?"

"Then, if I accelerate the process before I leave, what grade of evaluation will I get?"

The smarter a person is, the more they think. Nourished by Psionic Power for over a decade—mind, soul, will, and spirit—Meng Yi had gradually become 'inhuman.'

From F to S, evaluations at different ranks contain varying qualities and quantities of World Origin.

Breaking limits is too 'conventional.' Following the rules only makes you one of the majority of 'players.' A miracle worker should turn the impossible into the possible.

Evolution Paradise only answered one question.

Glimpsing the whole through a single spot, Meng Yi dared to boldly guess that even if ordinary 'players' obtained the same power system as certain 'protagonists,' they couldn't develop the protagonist's unique traits, let alone forge their own 'path.'

"Evolution, evolution—natural selection, survival of the fittest. Players who don't satisfy 'evolution' will be weeded out batch after batch."

"The higher the rank, the higher the quality of players, because 'trash' won't live that long."

Meng Yi continued fleshing out his conjecture. Different levels of instance settlement evaluations granted different 'authority' boosts.

The lower tiers probably only forced a 'lv+1.'

If ten instances passed without awakening, the Promotion Assessment would come and toss everyone into the 'Gu Raising Field.'

"Where did that 'dividing line' get placed by the Paradise? E? D? C?"

"F is the baseline, E is a slight advantage. Is it a D-rank instance evaluation? Doesn't matter—my guess will be verified soon enough."