White Devil Returns Home

Meng Yi's face darkened, and he said irritably, "Hurry up and put some clothes on!"

Good thing he hadn't installed any useless parts on the "Psionic Familiar Queen" and had compressed her body proportions by a 10:1 ratio—otherwise, the scene would've been way too weird.

"Oh."

Red Queen shot Meng Yi a glare, pouted, and replied reluctantly.

Then, mimicking Meng Yi's viral mimicry derivation, she crafted herself a beautiful black-and-red Gothic dress.

Little Red Queen lifted her foot, and a rather stylish pair of round shoes took shape.

The smug Red Queen put one hand on her hip, leaned forward, and tapped her cheek with her right index finger, asking with a grin, "Chairman, do I look good?"

"Shut up."

"Connect to the 'Memory Palace' and store a backup of 'Baiology.'"

Meng Straight Man said flatly, as black-and-red threads spread out to connect with Red Queen's fingers.

The material of their bodies came from the same source, so there was no compatibility issue with information exchange.

However, every one of Meng Yi's cells was infused with his own will, allowing for 'Blood Rebirth,' and he possessed the skill tree of 'Biochemical System Psionics,' giving him extraordinary combat prowess.

Red Queen's cells, on the other hand, were coordinated and planned by Red Queen herself, with abilities focused on auxiliary computation and storage. In terms of pure computing power, she was stronger than Meng Yi was now.

It was the difference between a generalist and a specialist. After all, Meng Yi created the "Psionic Familiar Queen" to complete his shortcomings and assist in scientific research—he never expected Red Queen to fight.

Of course, if needed, to avoid wasting time, creating a familiar specialized in combat wasn't out of the question.

The Great Will and the Twelve Apostles?

That didn't sound bad.

After a long time, Meng Yi and Red Queen completed their 'information sharing.'

"Evolution Paradise," "Derivative Worldview of Dungeons," "Warhammer Universe"...

Little Red Queen was dumbfounded and sighed, "Chairman, it's amazing you've survived until now."

Meng Yi fell silent. He couldn't argue, and he didn't want to.

"Play by yourself. I'm going to sleep."

Rejecting the chatty Red Queen's invitation to talk.

Meng Yi retracted the spreading black-and-red vein lines, his lab coat morphing back into a long trench coat. He dug out a folding bed from a corner of his private room and set it up in no time.

Dimming the ceiling lights, he lay down on the folding bed and closed his eyes.

He hadn't had a proper rest in far too long.

The Selection Dungeon had him cultivating 24/7, and over 30 days, he hadn't rested many hours in total.

Almost every moment, he was activating "Psionics" and "Microscopic Domain Interference" for research and combat...

Enduring the pain of modifications from "Longevity Type 1 Veronica," "Longevity · Type II · Ouroboros," and "Longevity Type 3 Viral Progenitor," and initially curing Firefly's "Entropy Loss Syndrome"...

Tampering with the minds of Umbrella Corporation employees and Blackwatch members...

Contemplating the era of artificial intelligence, Blackwatch, and the Great Nirvana Plan...

Returning to "Evolution Paradise" to learn about various functions, rushing to the "Omnipotent Enhancement Zone" to attempt the "Omnipotent Domain," digesting and absorbing the costly "Super"...

Transforming the life form of "Artificial Intelligence · Red Queen," creating the "Psionic Familiar Queen"...

Over a month's worth of experiences was richer than a year in the Warhammer Cesspool.

Meng Yi's tense mind relaxed slightly, and he immediately fell into a deep sleep.

Suffering from 'cold treatment,' Little Red Queen huffed angrily.

Her eyes, as beautiful as pure rubies, blinked, and she sighed like a little adult.

"Tch, if it weren't for me, this family would fall apart sooner or later!"

Red Queen waved her little hand, viral cells constructing a black-and-red umbrella. She opened it and started running.

"Woo-hoo~ Taking off~~"

The palm-sized Red Queen leaped off the test bench. The sturdy umbrella slowed her fall, and jet nozzles on the canopy carried her flying toward the folding bed not far away.

"Paratrooper No.1 Queen, safe landing!"

"Huh? What a weird way to put it. What kind of memories does the Chairman have!"

The umbrella closed up, and Red Queen bounced on Meng Yi's chest, laughing like a domineering queen.

"What Chairman, what White Devil, what Meng Yi—now you're all under my foot!"

"I, Red Queen, am the strongest!"

After amusing herself for a while, Little Red Queen grew bored. She sat cross-legged on Meng Yi's chest, leaned her back against his chin, found a comfortable angle, and listened to his rhythmic breathing.

The 'peace of mind' that an "Artificial Intelligence" could never bring made Red Queen's little hand unconsciously rest over her heart.

"Strange, so strange. Is this 'life'? Is this what it means to be 'alive'?"

Little Red Queen scratched her smooth, silky black hair that felt like satin, her tone playfully strange as she joked, "Oh no! Red Queen's about to grow a brain!"

"Eh."

"The Chairman's asleep, so I'll sleep too. Human sleep should feel pretty nice, right?"

Red Queen grabbed Meng Yi's collar. With the corresponding permissions and a virus structure originating from the same source, she altered the coat's outer form, turning it into two thin blankets—one large, one small.

She got up and tucked the blanket over the "Chairman."

Red Queen squeezed into a gap beside the narrow folding bed, right next to Meng Yi, covered herself with her own little blanket, and yawned. "Well then, Chairman, good night~"

In the blink of an eye, three days and three nights passed in a flash.

Meng Yi, having returned to a normal human sleep schedule, relaxed his mindset, balancing work and rest.

While immersing himself in research in his private room (the lab), he also visited the "Free Trade Zone" to broaden his horizons.

When tired or sleepy, he rested; when hungry or thirsty, he drank the remaining high-concentration nutrients with Red Queen.

Little Red Queen wrinkled her small face, pinched her delicate nose, picked up a test tube, and poured concentrated nutrients into her mouth.

After gulping it down, she burped and complained irritably, "Nutrients taste awful! I'm about to throw up from eating them!"

"Chairman, can't we eat something that actual people eat?"

Meng Yi called up his Personal Panel, pointed at the Wealth Bar, and said flatly, "No money."

"I spent it all making you. My wallet's cleaner than my face right now."

"Eat as much of the nutrients as you can while we've got them. In a few days, when we go back to my hometown, we'll have to eat expired Nutrient Paste made from dead rat meat laced with viruses, radiation, bacteria, and pollution."

"What?!"

Hearing this, Little Red Queen was completely thrown off. Her hair bristled as she fumed, "Wah! Chairman! You're so mean! So mean! Is there no justice? Is there no law?!"

"Where's the boss who treats his underage employee like this?!"

"Making me work is bad enough, not paying me a salary is fine too, but you don't even cover basic food and lodging! You're a black-hearted, evil capitalist who deserves to be hung from a lamppost!"

Busy with his work, Meng Yi pointed toward the door and said casually, "You could go beg for money to fund my experiments. Or run away and find a rich master instead."

Little Red Queen tilted her head and huffed defiantly, "Not giving, not giving, not giving! Why should I? I won't!"

"Isn't it just concentrated nutrients? Every bite I take is one less bite for you. I'll starve you, you bad guy!"

With Little Red Queen's banter, Meng Yi's otherwise dull daily life gained a few sparks of liveliness.

[Prompt: Current stay time in "Evolution Paradise": 0. Returning to original Worldview soon.]

[Prompt: Time remaining until the next Dungeon mission: 30 days.]

"Red Queen, time to go back."

"Yes, Chairman."

Little Red Queen ran over with a patter of footsteps, hugged Meng Yi's Right Hand, and her human form melted into his palm, becoming a black-and-red glove.

Before leaving, Meng Yi checked his Personal Panel.

[Player Nickname: White Devil (Meng Yi)

Player Level: lv5 (Tier 1)

Hidden Authority: Tier 5

Title: S-Rank · Nirvana Foundation

Health: 100%, Recovery Speed: 0~100% per hour

Mana: 100%, Recovery Speed: 9.0% per hour

Spirit Strength: C+

Body Strength: D++ (Blood Rebirth, Life Extension, Speed of Sound movement x5)

Energy Strength: None

Core System: C+ Psionic Lifeform (Mind System and Biochemical System developed, further Expandable...)

Active Skills: Psionic · Mind System Skill Tree (Expandable), Psionic · Biochemical System Skill Tree (Expandable)

Passive Skills: ① Memory Palace; ② "Baiology"; ③ "Cell-Level Precision · Microscopic Domain Interference"

Equipment: None

Familiar: Psionic Lifeform · Red Queen

Storage Space: 2 cubic meters (Expandable with Paradise Coins)

Remaining Wealth: None

Overall Evaluation: C ("Essence" and "Spirit" are relatively balanced, still lacking "Vitality." With proper use of abilities, capable of destroying conventional Surface Civilization and reshaping the Surface Ecosystem.)]

There was no instant improvement, but Meng Yi's foundation had grown far more solid, worlds apart from when he first entered the Selection Dungeon.

It wasn't yet time to expand the Warhammer Worldview. The years after 40k were a tangled mess, with all sorts of gods and demons resurfacing in the world. The current protagonist couldn't beat any of them.

Tomorrow, a new dungeon would open: Demon Slayer. Goal: unlock the Innate Ability skill tree and undergo a transformation.

As for the Selection Dungeon: Biohazard World, dear readers and patrons, you've already seen it. I won't write a story that follows the plot in a rigid, cookie-cutter way.

What I want is to break the mold. At most, I'll borrow the original world's framework, guaranteeing a Brand New Version none of you have ever seen.

Guess who you'll meet in the next world?

Player 1, lv4 (1 dungeon completed)

Hint: If it's alive, even if it's a god, I'll kill it for you to see!

Player 2, lv3 (1 dungeon completed)

Hint: Keywords—Divine River Genetic Engineering, sniper.

Player 3, lv5 (1 dungeon completed)

Hint: Keywords—vampire, Second Miss, dead point, destruction, crazy.

Player 4, lv5 (1 dungeon completed)

Meng Yi: Damn! Law of Causality? Conceptual kill? Show up and get one-shot? No way, I'm going to be Voldemort!

Kibutsuji Muzan: Shit! Running into you Living Yamas, I'm really done for! I should have let Tsugikuni Yoriichi cut me down back then!

Sakura Country: Thanks for the invite, but the country's fallen. The cherry blossoms of home have withered.

A dragon doesn't dwell with snakes. The Paradise offers Extremely High freedom, selecting quality players to interact and clash, broadening their horizons.

Story preview: Ghost King Protection Association; Ghost Sweatshop; Age of Innate Abilities; Twelve Lunar Phase Familiars; Raging Cultured Man Meng Yi vs Crazy Second Miss; Mount Fuji eruption; Sakura Submerged in Pacific...