Infinite Newbie Village: Raccoon City

With a familiar sense of disorientation, Russell's vision went black. When he opened his eyes again, he found himself sitting in a small, enclosed room. Even sitting still, he could easily touch the wooden walls on all four sides.

A dim light shone through the crack in the door behind him. Russell blinked; the scene looked familiar. If he wasn't mistaken, this was the confessional.

"This is so perfunctory, it's just the priest again!"

Russell frowned slightly. He was tired of being a priest. Would he dare to take on another role, such as Pope?

If he could, he would prefer to be a medieval European Pope...

CRACK! CRACK! CRACK!

The wooden planks in front of him were struck. Russell straightened up, chest out, head held high, and immediately got into character. A priest it is, better than being unemployed.

"Young man, you've been in here without saying a word. How am I supposed to give you advice?"

An impatient voice came from behind the wooden board, leaving Russell speechless for a moment. "Are you a priest?"

"Otherwise what? Or are you...?"

"Hmm, that makes sense!"

The priest behind the wooden board seemed to be losing patience and urged, "Young man, do not remain silent. There is no need to hide any troubles or sins you may have. I will convey the voice of the Lord to you and help you resolve your troubles."

"I'm sorry, I didn't actually..."

"Don't worry, I'm a priest, and I won't reveal a confessor's secret, so speak freely!"

Russell nodded to himself. What he said made a lot of sense. If he were a priest, he would also keep the confessor's secret.

"Father, it's like this. I have a friend who went camping with his wife. When he woke up by the lake, his wife was gone. He was so worried about her that he couldn't sleep well."

Priest: "..."

There was silence behind the wooden board for a long time, then suddenly, the priest pulled it open and handed Russell a cup of coffee, leaving him completely bewildered.

The bald priest, with a white beard, looked to be at least fifty years old. He said with a serious expression, "Your situation is a bit complicated. Have a cup of coffee first, and we'll talk slowly."

"Father, it's not me, it's my friend."

"Yes, your friend."

This priest is interesting!

Russell picked up his coffee cup, took a small sip, and found it a bit bitter. He frowned, then downed the coffee in one gulp. "Father, please continue. How should I advise my friend?"

The priest chuckled as he took the coffee cup, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes as he gazed at the empty bottom. "You could give your friend a Bible. It contains many profound stories; reading it several times can purify the Mind Stone and should help him, for example..."

The priest started talking non-stop for fifteen minutes. Seeing that Russell was full of energy, he pursed his dry lips and continued talking for nearly twenty minutes.

He spoke for more than half an hour, his mouth was dry, and he looked like he had seen a ghost.

Russell looked at him with amusement. "Father, if reasoning worked, we wouldn't need the police. Do you have any other ideas?"

The priest wiped the sweat from his brow and swallowed hard. "How about we have your friend consult a lawyer? Maybe they can find a solution!"

"That makes sense. As long as the money is right, a lawyer can solve all problems." Russell nodded in agreement, stood up and thanked him, "Father, thank you for helping me resolve my doubts. I'll go and contact... my friend and have him find a lawyer."

"Etc!"

The priest chased after Russell out of the confessional, grabbed his arm, and sat down with him on a bench in the church hall. "Young man, I've suddenly thought of a few good ideas. After all, lawyers aren't omnipotent. Sit down and let me explain."

Next, the kind-hearted priest came up with more than a dozen solutions for Russell's friend, from the police station and the court to friends in society, and finally to corporations and members of parliament, analyzing the interests at each level and providing a long list of solutions, which made Russell fully aware of the darkness of this society.

Russell listened with great interest, but the priest, sweating profusely, couldn't help but ask, "Young man, after all I've said, don't you... don't you find it boring and even a little boring?"

"Absolutely not! I suffer from severe insomnia; I can go ten days or two weeks without sleeping and still not feel sleepy!"

The priest pulled up his sleeve and wiped the sweat from his face. "Wait a moment, I'll go make you another cup of coffee."

"Father, you're too kind. I'm so embarrassed..."

"It's alright. There aren't many young people as patient as you these days. I enjoy chatting with you." The priest hurriedly ran off, and a moment later returned with a pot of coffee. Seeing that Russell hadn't left, he smiled with relief.

Russell picked up the full coffee cup, blew on it to cool it down, and drank it all in one gulp. He smacked his lips and said, "Father, what brand is your coffee? It tastes really bitter."

"No brand, freshly ground coffee beans..."

"What brand of coffee beans are they?"

"Home-roasted beans!"

As the priest spoke, he kept a close eye on Russell. Seeing that Russell was becoming more and more energetic, and that he opened his mouth to speak several times but then stopped, the priest could no longer bear it. "Young man, don't you want to take a nap?"

"Now that you mention it, I really do have a bit of..." Russell trailed off, falling asleep in his chair.

"Young man, are you alright?"

The priest patted Russell on the shoulder to make sure he was really fast asleep, then breathed a sigh of relief. He wiped the sweat from his bald head, hoisted Russell onto his shoulder, and walked into the side door of the hall.

After walking through the long corridor, the priest carried Russell to the clergy's rest area, pushed open a wooden door, and casually threw Russell to the ground.

This is a living room that resembles a study. In front of the fireplace, there is a chair with an elderly woman with gray hair and wearing round sunglasses sitting on it.

The old man's hands and feet were bound by wires, but this wasn't some kind of extreme church imprisonment, because the old man's appearance was really not flattering.

His ashen face resembled a stiff corpse, his eyes were white and swollen, and blood seeped from his features. When he saw the priest approaching, he immediately opened his mouth and let out a hoarse howl, his sinister teeth clenching together repeatedly.

Zombies!

This old lady has been infected and turned into a zombie!

Looking at his sister, who resembled neither human nor ghost, the priest took out Bible, opened it, and read aloud, "My Lord has decreed that I will unleash evil spirits upon the world, if they do not understand my holy words..."

Bang!

A gunshot interrupted the priest, who stared blankly at his sister who had been shot in the head, his expression devastated as he uttered meaningless "ah ah" sounds.

"You bastard, I'll make you pay with your life! How could you kill her?"

The priest's face contorted with rage, his brows furrowed with menace, and he turned and lunged at Russell.

Bang!

Russell put away his Desert Eagle and whispered to the priest's headless corpse, "Feeding the Deadman with the living—I cannot agree with your doctrine, and... you are guilty!"

After finishing with the priest who deserved to die, Russell seemed to be deep in thought. He turned on the television in the living room, skipped a few channels that had no signal, and started watching local news programs.

"Raccoon City reporter reports to you that a sudden massacre continues to sweep through the city, the violence is rampant like a plague, and seems to have no end and cannot be contained..."

"The Umbrella Corporation has deployed armed guards and armored vehicles. The entire city is currently under lockdown, and citizens are evacuating in an orderly manner..."

(一`一)

"An endless newbie village? That shouldn't be the case. I remember this is the Main God Space. Is it appropriate for a powerful figure like Supergirl to bully newbies?"

Russell was full of doubts, wondering what kind of tricks the Supreme God was up to. "Speaking of which, why the church, instead of following the convention and starting from the train carriages?"

Where's the promised coldness and shivering?

"The second Resident Evil has already started. Am I late because I was delayed?"