Courtyard House: I fish in the heavens, a professional bird abuser.

I don't know how much time has passed.

It could take a few hours, or it could take several days.

In that state of no light, no sound, and even a blurred sense of time, He Yuanchao's consciousness was like a fish that had sunk into the deep sea, slowly floating in the darkness.

But he did not actually lose consciousness.

The numbing sensation after being forcibly injected with a large amount of sedatives was, at most, the effect of a sleeping pill that made him sleepy, for his body which had been enhanced by the G virus serum.

He was "knocked down" by himself.

After being lifted onto a transfer vehicle by those who were protecting her and transported to some unknown place.

He Yuanchao assessed the situation and felt that taking a hard line now was not the best option.

First, he didn't know where Alice had been taken.

Secondly, he didn't know how many hidden strongholds and resources Umbrella had in the city.

Third, and most importantly—

He wanted to see what Kane was really up to.

Villains of this caliber cannot be dealt with by fists alone.

You kill one Kane, but there are ten Kanes, a hundred Kanes behind you.

The root of the problem lies not in Kane himself, but in the massive and suffocating umbrella company system behind him.

To deal with this monster, you must first figure out its tricks.

Now, Kane has locked him in the lab, which is tantamount to handing his trump card to him.

This is called—luring the enemy into a trap.

No, it should be said that they walked right into a trap.

He Yuanchao was pretending to be asleep.

Until the system emitted a crisp notification sound from deep within his consciousness.

Biohazard alert.

The concentration of T virus in the external environment has increased sharply.

It is speculated that the entire ground area has fallen.

Timeline – The second part of the film's plot.

"Completely lost?"

He Yuanchao's consciousness stirred slightly.

This means that Raccoon City has become a dead city overrun by zombies.

The outside world is in chaos.

great.

Turbulent times produce heroes.

He slowly opened his eyes.

The first thing you see is white.

Everywhere was blindingly white.

A white ceiling.

White walls.

The white light tubes were embedded in the ceiling, emitting a cold, lifeless light.

He was lying on a metal hospital bed.

A thin white cotton cloth covered his body.

She wasn't wearing anything else.

A large intravenous catheter was inserted into the outside of each of his arms, and transparent tubing was connected to the buzzing monitoring instruments beside the bed, on which the electrocardiogram waveforms on the screens were beating rhythmically.

He also had an electronic tracker on his right wrist, with a red indicator light flashing.

"Tsk."

He Yuanchao moved his fingers slightly, sensing the state of various parts of his body.

Okay.

The muscles have not atrophied, the joints move normally, and although the sense of strength has decreased slightly due to lying down for a long time, it is still at a very considerable level.

The residue of those sedatives had been mostly cleared away by his metabolic system.

Compared to his state in the Hive, he is not only not weaker now, but he also seems to be stronger in some inexplicable way.

"System, report your physical condition."

He Yuanchao issued the instructions in his mind.

The system's virtual panel lit up on his retina.

My current physical condition is good.

Precautions: Residual fragments of the T-virus were detected in the body.

Their numbers are extremely small and have been completely suppressed by the host's own immune system.

No risk of mutation.

Additional information: The other party injected high-concentration T-virus samples into the host's body a total of three times while the host was in a coma.

"three times?"

He Yuanchao's lips twitched.

Good guy.

These researchers under the umbrella are incredibly audacious.

While he was "unconscious," they actually injected him with three doses of the T-virus.

Are they using him as a guinea pig?

If it were an ordinary person, let alone three needles, even one needle would turn them into rotten flesh that only knows how to gnaw on people.

But He Yuanchao's body is not that of an ordinary person.

While the enhancement effect of the G virus serum is mainly manifested in strength and reaction speed, it also endows the host with an extremely terrifying immune ability.

Any biological agent injected into his body that is below the level of the G virus will be torn apart, devoured, and digested completely by the enhanced white blood cells circulating in his blood.

This is like adding a few drops of water to a cup filled with concentrated sulfuric acid.

What's the use?

Not even a bubble can rise.

but.

He Yuanchao noticed another line of small print in the system data.

Due to repeated stimulation by the T virus, the G virus enhancer factor in the host showed a weak "resonance response".

It is recommended that the host actively accept this resonance in order to trigger the next stage of gene lock release.

It is projected that the gene lock activation rate can be increased from the current 5% to 10%.

Physical fitness will double from its current level.

"Resonance reaction?"

"Gene lock?"

He Yuanchao's eyes lit up.

He recalled the system data called "Gene Lock" in his mind.

He had always known this thing existed, but it had never been triggered in the Bright Sword world before.

Because that world lacked an environment conducive to biological mutation, the enhancement genes within him remained in a "dormant" state.

But in this biochemical world where T-viruses are everywhere and mutagens permeate the air.

Those dormant genes have finally been awakened.

He Yuanchao closed his eyes.

He no longer rejected the remaining T-virus fragments in his body, but instead guided the power of the system to converge them towards that key node called the "gene lock".

That feeling was amazing.

It's like there's a tightly closed iron door deep inside your body, and now someone is slowly turning the lock with a key.

"Click."

A crisp sound, audible only to him, seemed to come from the depths of his soul.

The first genetic lock—unlocked.

He Yuanchao felt every cell in his body was cheering.

The surge of power was like a flood breaking through a dam, spreading violently from his core to his limbs and bones.

He clenched his fist.

The overflowing, terrifying sense of power made him involuntarily grin from ear to ear.

Cool.

So cool.

This feeling is even more invigorating than drinking ten kilograms of strong liquor.