From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

The next morning, in the makeshift restaurant of the abandoned factory, Firefox had returned to normal, or at least appeared to be normal.

Firefox drank half a glass of milk and pushed the half-eaten breakfast in front of Wesley: "I can't eat anymore."

"I'll take care of it!" Wesley cheerfully took the breakfast and ate it with great relish.

At the same time, Xiao Miao received a notification from the fate dice about the change in favorability.

[Character: Wesley Allen Gibson]

[Current Synergy: Level 3]

[Draw Cost: 80 Fate Points]

It's gone back up!

The joke Xiao Miao made with Wesley seemed to have a magical effect on Wesley and Firefox, and their relationship progressed. Wesley attributed some of the credit to Xiao Miao.

The father, standing to the side, helplessly covered his face. His son had utterly disgraced the family, and as the father, he couldn't say anything.

This is mainly his fault. Wesley lacked love from a young age, which led to his developing a people-pleasing personality, a personality that is now firmly established and cannot be changed.

After breakfast, the four of them gathered together to discuss their action plan, advocating that the Cross should take action as soon as possible.

He received intelligence that Sloan had sensed danger and was recalling personnel from various branches around the world.

"There's one more thing to be careful about."

Firefox crossed her arms, highlighting her voluptuous figure: "Three mysterious men joined the Brotherhood recently. Sloan values ​​them highly, and all three of them give me a dangerous feeling."

Wesley frowned. "How come I've never seen them before?"

"They arrived before you joined, and have been on missions ever since, never coming back."

Cross nodded: "At this point, Sloan will definitely call them back. If we estimate based on the strength of the core personnel, the attack plan will need to be adjusted."

He buried himself in writing and drawing on the headquarters map, changing the attack route. Xiao Miao, who was sitting next to him, was moved when he heard this.

Three mysterious figures suddenly join the fraternity?

Is his strength enough to make Firefox feel threatened?

If it weren't for other movie characters appearing in the story, those three mysterious figures should be the Skywalkers.

Xiao Miao had been inquiring about information about other travelers from the heavens. He had no intention of harming anyone, but it was always good to be cautious.

Recently, a number of people resembling the Skywalkers have joined the Mainland Hotel, and other underground assassin organizations have also seen new members with similar characteristics.

Clearly, joining the Continental Hotel was not the only solution to complete the initial mission, so the three mysterious men chose the Millennium Brotherhood.

Xiao Miao glanced at his card reserves, feeling no fear. He had prepared enough powerful cards to handle any unexpected situation.

Unless the other party is a seasoned veteran who has experienced dozens of journeys, Xiao Miao can handle them with ease.

The myriad worlds possess a vast array of abilities and an exceptionally complex power system. Even two power systems that have never encountered each other before may have a relationship of mutual restraint. Therefore, the main world does not have a clear division of realms.

The system panel only displays basic attributes, skill types, and levels; there is no strength certification module, and the three-dimensional attributes are the only standard.

Shanghai City chose to define the strength of the Skywalkers according to their greatest destructive power, which is the SABCDE ranking system that Xiao Miao is familiar with. It is simple and straightforward, from strong to weak, but easy to understand.

As for whether there are higher-level classifications above S-rank, even the veteran members of the Yujiang Society who were chatting with Xiao Miao didn't know.

The system won't throw top players into a low-tech, magic-free universe to bully weaker players, nor will top players actively use items to waste time. Therefore, the celestial walkers in this world are basically still in the stage of weaklings fighting each other.

"The cross is still alive, Firefox is on our side, Wesley is full of fighting spirit, and there's also myself as a variable..." Xiao Miao silently estimated:

"Even if the Brotherhood gains three more Skywalkers, it won't make a difference. If nothing unexpected happens, this round should be in the bag!"

.........

"Barring any unforeseen circumstances, this should be a sure win!"

On the third floor of the Brotherhood headquarters, in a secret room, the flickering candlelight cast the shadows of three men in black robes onto the stone wall, and one of them spoke.

The three were completely hidden under their cloaks, their faces were pitch black, and they were two thin and one fat. One of the thin ones was particularly short.

Only when the candlelight flickered could the slivers of light illuminate the chins of the three masked figures.

"Yeah, we were lucky," said the fat man among the three, his tone filled with relief at surviving a disaster.

"Who says otherwise? They can even mess up something as simple as interdimensional teleportation. The people the Wizarding Association sent are no good. I'm going to report them to the guild," the tall man said indignantly.

As for directly confronting the wizard in charge of the teleportation, he would never dare to do that. It was all thanks to the laws of the Divine Court; otherwise, in the old society, he would not have been qualified to cooperate with them at all.

The fat man sighed, "Let's talk about it after we complete the mission and get back safely. I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling about this."

"What danger could there be in this magic-free, low-tech world?" The short man scoffed, pulling a bottle of tequila from under his cloak. "Have a drink, you dog, to relax."

The fat man twitched his nose twice and took a half step back: "No, this kind of liquor is too strong, and don't fucking call me a dog, I'm a wolf!"

"Heh, you ignorant dog." The short man shrugged, lifted his mask, gulped down half a bottle in one go, and then exhaled a breath of alcohol with a satisfied sigh.

The fat man dared not speak out in anger, and the tall, thin man also remained silent. The three-man group was clearly led by the short man, with the other two being his underlings.

After having a good drink, the short man laid out the intelligence he had gathered on the table: "Brothers, we were lucky this time. We ended up in this low-level world by chance. It looks like we'll be able to exceed our interception mission expectations."

The tall, thin man nodded: "That's right. The Transcendentalists who come to the magic-free, low-tech world to carry out missions are basically rookies who have only traveled through it once or twice. Killing them is a piece of cake."

The fat man agreed, saying, "If these weaklings lined up, I could take them all out with one swipe of my claw. If I could kill them all, the merit points I accumulated would be enough for me to exchange for a higher-level bloodline."

The short leader took another swig of wine: "Based on the intelligence we've gathered so far, there are at least three hundred suspected targets of the Skywalkers worldwide. Let them roam free for a few days while we deal with the immediate troubles."

The fat man was puzzled: "Why should we help Sloan? The Brotherhood is wiped out, we can just switch to another organization, they can provide intelligence anyway."

The short man slammed the bottle down on the table, the sound causing the fat man to instinctively shrink his neck.

"First, I'm punishing you by making you go back and copy the mission manual, then submit it to the Divine Court for review. Second, the Brotherhood is a millennium-old organization with an immeasurable network of connections at the top, making it easy for us to locate other Skywalkers. Finally, the enemy attacking the Brotherhood is just a few natives and a rookie Skywalker. Are you scared?"

The fat man instinctively puffed out his chest and stood up straight: "How could that be? I'm not afraid at all."

The shorter man nodded: "Good, very energetic."

The tall, thin man hurriedly reminded them, "However, we cannot underestimate them. The Celestial Walkers cannot be predicted by ordinary standards, and the local natives must also be vigilant."

"I heard some rumors from my teacher. You know the Holy Light Church's Discipline Knights, right? One of their squads from headquarters had a mishap during a mission!"

The fat man gasped, "Even big shots can have their mishaps?! What world did they go to?"

"It's the world of 'Bloodline Ninja Warring States Melee.' It's said that they were wiped out by a combined attack from the natives and the Skywalkers. They didn't even have time to send back any useful information before they were all destroyed," the skinny man continued.

The short man suddenly interjected, "I heard a ray of holy light was sent back."

The tall, thin man shook his head: "There was only one sentence in the holy light: 'Holy crap, that's not right!', and then that was it."

The three fell silent, the candlelight flickering.

After a long pause, the short leader made a decision: "Then let's prioritize the natives first. After the conflict breaks out, take out Cross first, then Firefox, and finally Wesley."

The fat man nodded: "What about that 'All-Seeing Traveler' named Xiao Miao?"

The short man didn't answer immediately. He took out his laptop, found two video clips, and clicked to play them: the Battle of the Port of Paris and the Street Chase in New York.

The three huddled around the screen, studying it for a long time. Finally, the shorter one pointed at Xiao Miao's portrait and concluded, "This person is nothing to fear; the advantage in this battle is in our hands!"