Dimensional Transit Station

At this moment, the battle below was drawing to a close.

After losing their commander and air support, the remaining security personnel were either eliminated or fled in panic into the distance, disappearing around dark street corners.

The ground was littered with shell casings, weapons, and corpses. The thick stench of blood mixed with gunpowder smoke, making people nauseous.

Zu Hao quickly gathered the weapons scattered across the ground and stored them one by one in his personal space.

He made a point of collecting several intact grenades and explosives. They might prove very useful in future worlds.

After finishing the collection, he was the last to board the helicopter.

"Take off immediately."

Zu Hao gave the order curtly.

The next moment, the helicopter's engines roared louder and louder. Its rotors accelerated, whipping up violent gusts.

Just as the horde of zombies was about to completely surround City Hall, the helicopter rose from the ground and flew toward the outskirts of Raccoon City.

After the helicopter had flown dozens of kilometers beyond Raccoon City, an intense white flash suddenly lit up the distant horizon behind them, bright enough to blind someone for a moment.

Even from so far away, they could feel the terrifying pulse of energy.

Then, a massive, churning mushroom cloud slowly rose from the direction of the municipal building, swallowing the entire city.

The shockwave from the nuclear blast spread outward at terrifying speed. Fortunately, Zu Hao and the others had already flown far enough away and were not caught in it.

Watching the apocalyptic scene behind them, Alice clenched her fists so tightly that her nails dug deep into her palms.

She knew the survivors of Raccoon City were beyond saving.

Fury burned in Alice's eyes.

"Those damned bastards."

Alice cursed under her breath, her voice trembling slightly with emotion.

Jill was comparatively calm. She patted Alice on the shoulder. "Now isn't the time to think about that. Where are we going?"

Her gaze swept over everyone in the cabin before finally settling on Zu Hao.

Bella hugged her camera tightly. "I'm going to Washington. I'll tell Congress about Umbrella's conspiracy and make the Umbrella Corporation pay."

Zu Hao shook his head slightly. "How can you be sure Congress doesn't have Umbrella people in it? How do you know those lawmakers aren't under Umbrella's protection? Do you think the Umbrella Corporation would dare do something like this without the approval and support of those at the top?"

His words were like a bucket of cold water poured over everyone's hearts.

Mid-sentence, Zu Hao's hair suddenly stood on end as a powerful sense of danger surged through him.

He immediately extended his psychic power and sensed a heat-seeking missile racing toward the helicopter at an astonishing speed.

Without time to think, Zu Hao's telekinesis erupted, forming an invisible barrier that barely forced the missile off course.

But it was too close. The missile still struck the helicopter's tail.

"Boom!"

The tail instantly shattered. The blast wave from the missile explosion sent the helicopter completely out of control, spinning violently through the air as it plummeted downward.

Alarms blared throughout the cabin, and red lights flashed frantically.

"Hold on!"

The pilot shouted as he tried to regain control of the aircraft, but it was futile.

Zu Hao steadied himself in the weightless state and silently said without hesitation, System, initiate transit.

He did not hesitate in the slightest and immediately chose to travel away from the danger.

As for Alice, Jill, and the others, he could only wish them luck.

In this apocalypse, everyone had their own fate.

The next moment, a dazzling yet gentle white light instantly enveloped Zu Hao.

A powerful sensation of weightlessness and dizziness struck him. Every sound and sight around him became blurred and distant.

When his vision returned, Zu Hao found himself in a strange, pure-white space that was vast and seemingly boundless.

It was eerily quiet. There was no sound at all, only endless white stretching to the edge of his vision.

Zu Hao looked around in surprise and asked, "System, where is this?"

[Welcome, Host, to the Dimensional Transit Station. This space exists in an independent dimension and serves as a temporary rest and preparation area provided by the system.]

[Notice: To prevent the Host from carrying pathogens from other worlds and causing unpredictable ecological harm to subsequent worlds, the station will automatically disinfect and sterilize the Host.]

"Wait, will the T-virus in my body be removed? If it is removed, will I still have my abilities?"

Zu Hao hurriedly pressed for answers.

He did not want to lose the enhanced abilities he had risked his life to obtain.

[The Host contains a highly active T-virus that has fused with the Host's genes. It is noninfectious and will not be removed. All related abilities will be fully retained.]

Zu Hao sighed in relief at those words.

Just then, a soft white light enveloped his entire body.

[Disinfection complete.]

Zu Hao did not feel anything unusual and instead asked, "System, what is the next world I will travel to?"

[Searching connectable worlds... Search complete.]

[Connected world: Flying Swords of Dragon Gate.]

[Notice: To prevent the Host from being noticed or rejected by the heavenly laws of the transit world, the system will automatically arrange a reasonable identity and background for the Host.]

[In addition, the system grants "outfit change" and "face customization" services to help the Host better integrate into the new world.]

As the system notifications sounded, a translucent holographic interface appeared before Zu Hao, displaying his current three-dimensional appearance.

Beside it were numerous detailed adjustment options, including facial refinement, hairstyle, skin tone, body type, clothing, and more.

The interface was simple and intuitive, very similar to the character creation screens in games he had played before.

"Interesting..."

Zu Hao began making adjustments with great interest.

His original appearance had been utterly ordinary, but after careful refinement, he became handsome at once, with sharp brows, bright eyes, a high nose bridge, and clearly defined lips—almost as handsome as Louis Koo, only slightly less handsome than the readers.

Zu Hao chose shoulder-length hair and tied it behind his head with a simple hairband, giving him more of a wandering swordsman's air.

He adjusted his skin to a healthy wheat color, while making his physique leaner and more suited to a martial artist from ancient times without losing its muscular definition.

For clothing, Zu Hao chose a set of fitted black garments, leather boots, and a broad belt around his waist that could hold all sorts of weapons.

The overall look was both practical and stylish, allowing him to blend perfectly into the setting of a martial arts world.

A moment later, dressed in his new outfit, the completely transformed Zu Hao stood in the transit station and nodded in satisfaction at his reflection in the holographic interface.

Next, Zu Hao began recalling the plot of Flying Swords of Dragon Gate.

It mainly took place during the Chenghua era of the Ming Dynasty, when the imperial court was corrupt and treacherous villains held power.

The West Depot and East Depot were controlled by eunuchs, who distorted truth and falsehood, framed loyal officials, and left both court and commoners terrified into silence.

Then Zhao Huai'an and other fugitive swordsmen stepped forward, successively eliminating several corrupt East Depot officials and striking fear into the hearts of those eunuch scoundrels.

After that came the clash between the West Depot, Zhao Huai'an, and the others at Dragon Gate Inn, along with the search for treasure.

The world's power level was not particularly high, consisting mainly of conventional martial arts.

Zu Hao assessed his own strength.

His physique, enhanced by the T-virus, far surpassed that of ordinary people. With telekinesis and modern firearms as well, he could run rampant in this world without restraint.

After confirming that the danger level was low, Zu Hao looked toward the two open transit passages not far ahead.

They were labeled respectively: "Resident Evil" and "Flying Swords of Dragon Gate."

According to the system's prompt, transit worlds would automatically establish spacetime coordinates and remain permanently open. If he did not want to visit a new world, he could also return to a world he had previously traveled through.

Zu Hao had no desire to keep company with zombies, so he walked without hesitation toward the passage leading to Flying Swords of Dragon Gate.