Tonight, Alice joins the hunt.

"So I said no one is allowed to actively kill innocent people. If you do, you're out... Directly causing a massive natural disaster also counts as being out! And the person who does it has to clean up the mess themselves!" Zheng Zha said seriously. "As for the winner's reward, I happen to have tens of thousands of reward points that I don't know what to do with, as well as a bunch of side quests that I can distribute! Of course, if others also plan to contribute to this prize pool, that's welcome too!"

After he finished speaking, he looked at the others. Almost everyone present looked like they wanted to say something but hesitated, unsure how to express their grievances.

"Very well, then we'll talk about the prize pool later... God! Give each of us thirty days of Resident Evil time, and each of us will be randomly teleported to different areas at least a thousand kilometers apart. The reward points and side quests that unlock the main story will be deducted from my account!"

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This is in memory of my Resident Evil 2 Remastered game, which I still haven't left the Raccoon City Police Department lobby _(:з」∠)_

Fourth Section: Competition First, Friendship Second... (probably)

Transmission begins, ends.

After the slight sense of imbalance from the time-space transition ended, what appeared in Alice's eyes was a cold alloy wall.

This is not surprising, because the Supreme God's teleportation rules stipulate that, unless specifically stated otherwise, all reincarnators of varying strengths will be transferred to a place where they are safe. If not, then perhaps one will be created temporarily. But given the Supreme God's ability to manipulate the causal chain, as long as a reincarnator is teleported, a safe place will definitely be found.

This must be a base. And since this is the world of Resident Evil, it's most likely an Umbrella secret base.

Alice didn't know which of Umbrella's secret bases this was, nor did she care. Even without activating the fourth stage of her genetic lock and the enhanced abilities of her Demon Lord status, she was able to scan the entire base from top to bottom the moment she arrived, relying solely on her perception and intuition.

It was nothing more than a poorly designed surveillance system. A bunch of low-level bio-weapons, some guards armed with rifles and shotguns, and a few defensive systems equipped with kinetic weapons and poison gas devices. Even with her unenhanced, mortal body—which at most only needed to unlock the first level of her genetic lock—Alice could wipe them all out in minutes, let alone with her current powerful abilities.

"That idiot Zheng Zha always makes inexplicable stupid mistakes." Alice rubbed her head, randomly picked a path and walked forward without bothering to conceal her presence. Then, about five seconds later, an alarm bell rang in the metal hall.

—Side Quest: Clear Umbrella's Nordic Research Base No. 11 within 30 minutes. Destroy all operational bio-weapons. Completion grants 10 reward points; failure deducts 20 reward points. One reward point is awarded for every 10,000 zombies killed, one reward point for every 100 Lickers killed, and one reward point for every five Prototype Tyrants killed.

The announcement from the Supreme God rang in Alice's ears, and upon hearing it, her lips twitched involuntarily—this was no longer a matter of dealing with a beggar; it was downright mockery and sabotage! All the bio-weapons in the entire base… no, even the buildings themselves—were not enough for her to press with one hand, and even if she added all the bio-weapons together, she probably wouldn't even accumulate five points!

"Nonsense." Alice shook her head, barely suppressing the tempting urge to raze the base to the ground with a single cleansing spell. With a wave of her hand, several unused puppet strings appeared in her palm. And then…

A scene resembling a desert quietly appeared on the metal wall in front of her. And within the desert, a familiar figure was clearly visible.

"Patch, the rules clearly state that alliances are not allowed. This kind of game isn't fun."

“But the rules don’t say that remote communication is forbidden.” Patchouli in the picture shrugged. “Unfortunately, my teleportation point is right in the middle of the Sahara Desert. There’s practically nothing that can move within a thousand kilometers, whether you look in the east, west, south, north, up, down, left, or right. So I had to slightly manipulate the atmosphere above the desert to create an artificial mirage for amusement.”

"I should be underground now." Alice tapped lightly against the steel wall. She heard the footsteps of Umbrella's base guards approaching, and the automatic doors on both sides of the passage locked at the same time.

She turned her fingers slightly, and several puppet strings silently extended outwards along the wall.

"Has anyone ever stipulated that mirages cannot penetrate floors?"

"...Nobody's here." Alice flicked her finger, and the blocked passageway door was instantly sliced ​​open. The base guards, armed with assault rifles of some kind she couldn't identify, were hacked and controlled by the puppet strings before they could even fire, and then immediately turned their guns on the uncontrolled ones.

'Rat-a-tat-tat, tat-a-tat-tat—' The rhythmic bursts of fire, accompanied by the crisp sound of spent cartridges hitting the ground, formed a series of melodious low hums. Alice continued forward, swiftly severing several ventilation shafts spewing colorless poison gas, and then the floating 'mirage' continued to follow her with her steps.

“You seem to be having a lot of fun, because you’ve found a long-lost joy,” Patchouli said, as the desert in the scene rapidly turned from pale yellow to silver-gray under the encroachment of the nanobot swarm. Then, many complex mechanical devices were gradually constructed—the form of a little devil appeared beside Patchouli, directing the nanobot swarm to plan and build.

"It is indeed a long-lost pleasure, which reminds me of the naive days when I was in college and would occasionally sneak away to play computer games. Back then, I was a complete noob. I remember playing Resident Evil a few times, but I couldn't get out of the initial police station lobby for several hours."

"...You never told me this before."

"That's probably because I used to think those days were unimportant." Alice smiled as she walked through the hall and corridors that were now a mountain of corpses and a sea of ​​blood. Some crude, low-level bio-weapons were released and attempted to attack her, but she terrified them with a single glance, causing their internal organs to burst. Accompanied by several loud roars, several armored giants with bluish-gray skin were released from their restraint pods, wielding flamethrowers and Vulcan cannons and spraying bullets at her!

The puppet strings returned to her, forming a fine net before her. Bullets and flames were easily cut off, and then the net snapped, sending the barrage of bullets, each with a single-shot energy of no more than two thousand joules, flying back to the armored giants along with the puppet strings that shot out like venomous snakes. Their nervous systems were taken over, their internal control chips and guarded explosives were quickly removed, and Alice finally earned a reward point.

"After all, I didn't really enjoy playing games much in the past. I'd play occasionally, and while my skill level wasn't amazingly bad, it was far from superb. Compared to those uneventful memories, I'd much rather share with you the hard work and sweat I put into learning puppetry, and the excitement and joy I felt when completing alchemical experiments—just like you would never tell me how many times a day you drank water when you were twelve—unless I ask you. Isn't that right?"

"...You are Luo Ye."

“Alice Margotrovid was originally Luo Ye. But the Luo Ye standing here now is making judgments and decisions using the thought patterns she had before her transmigration.” The girl twirling the puppet strings chuckled, her sky-blue irises inadvertently turning pure black. “You wanted to see me, so I came out. Is there a problem?”

"........."

"You don't actually think I'd pretend to be that other guy, then spend ages secretly plotting and scheming before finally making my move in such a dirty way, do you?" The girl spread her hands, revealing a smile. "I am Luo Ye, Luo Ye who needs no disguise, no pretense. I won't hide my tracks unless it's absolutely necessary."

"...I'm coming to find you right now." Patchouli stood up from the scene, her toes barely touching the ground as she prepared to leap away.

“No need, I’ll come over.” The girl gently moved her fingers, and before she knew it, she had reached the main control room at the deepest part of the base. She easily dealt with the guards, hounds, bio-weapons, and machine gun platforms, and as her fingers swept across the computer keyboard in the control room, an electronic map showing the distribution of the Umbrella base appeared in her eyes.

She quickly found the sign for Raccoon City. Then she went on to find a detailed map of the Raccoon City base.

“The captain set a rule, and I think it’s a good strategy to at least follow it for now. I won’t break the rule, nor will I leave before the seven-day peace period ends. But manipulating puppets is an interesting job, and I think it’s necessary to review it.”

“A thousand words are no match for a fistfight.” She pursed her lips, looking at Patchouli, whose expression shifted uncertainly in the scene. “Just as you want to understand me, I want to understand you, and everyone else. Although memories and such are readily available, the differences in our ways of thinking will lead to how our interactions will unfold, and that is something worth considering.”

"Try to beat me in this contest, Patty. And regardless of the outcome, I think you should get the answer you're hoping for."

Section 5: The Self-Cultivation of an RPG Player [10/19]

Not long ago, in Raccoon City... or more precisely, the outer, suburban area of ​​Raccoon City. With the termination of the God's teleportation, a newly minted Central Continent Team Reincarnator arrived at his destination.

It was very dark, around 10 p.m. The area the reincarnator could see was a medium-sized gas station. Several cars with their side marker lights on were haphazardly blocking the gas station's exits. The streetlights were dim, occasionally emitting a low rumbling sound from unstable voltage. A faint, murky smell of blood permeated the air.

Inside the gas station was a retail outlet selling snacks and drinks. The lights at the entrance flickered slightly, and the shadows cast by the lights swayed and danced like living creatures in the cold night wind. The slightly ajar aluminum-framed glass door swayed in the wind, opening and closing little by little.

'Squeak~'

'Squeak~'

The sound seemed to be faint footsteps coming from the retail outlet—not the footsteps of normal walking, but the sound of something heavy being dragged along the polished floor. Just simple forward movement, without a destination, without any direction; the owner of those footsteps seemed to have bumped into something, making a slight, muffled thud.

The reincarnator lowered her steps, slowly approaching the half-open door of the retail store. She gently reached out and slowly pushed the door open, trying to make as little noise as possible. She darted inside in a flash, then tiptoed deeper into the store.

Someone had been here not long ago, and there had been a violent altercation. The evidence was that several shelves near the door had been roughly overturned, and there were a few faint bullet marks on the ground next to them. The reincarnator bent down and gently touched them. Although the temperature of the bullet marks had long since faded, the shattered but not scattered tile fragments around them proved that the person who fired the bullet had not been away from here for long.

The shop was dimly lit, the lights seemingly broken long ago. Even when the reincarnator carefully walked to the wall near the door and pressed the light switch, the lights in the hall did not respond—after trying three times, she left the doorway, her feet barely touching the ground as she walked to the cashier's counter, where she pulled a bloodstained dagger from the table.

The dagger was thrown with great force, its tip deeply embedded at an angle in the table, almost a third of it completely submerged. One can imagine the unwavering determination of the dagger's original owner when it was thrown, yet the fact that it missed its target and the bloodstains on the hilt seemed to foreshadow an ominous end.

The reincarnator carefully wiped the bloodstains from the dagger with the edge of the table, then gripped it in reverse and moved nimbly toward the source of the impact, following the direction she had heard earlier. She held her breath, her eyes wide, watching for any subtle change in the dimly lit room. A cool breeze brushed the back of her neck, and then she approached her target like a predatory cat.

She saw a 'person'. A 'person' huddled in a corner, its back to her. However, this person was definitely not alive—because a huge laceration ran from its back to the side of its neck, and through the gaps in the wound, she could even see torn blood vessels and the esophagus!

If someone can survive with a broken neck, then their survival mechanism is unrelated to the circulatory system. Having confirmed this, the reincarnator no longer hesitated. She saw the 'person' with their back to her sway slightly, then suddenly lean forward, the dagger in her hand piercing through both temples from the side. The latter then let out a low moan that didn't sound human, and their stiff body softened.

She carefully caught the creature, supporting its body as she gently laid it down on the ground. Only then did she notice that this inhuman being was wearing a police uniform marked 'Raccoon City,' with a badge on its chest and a police pistol half-drawn from its belt.

The Reincarnator removed the 9mm police pistol from the man's waist and, incidentally, searched his pockets, taking out fifteen rounds of handgun ammunition. She removed the tag and saw a name linked to a title: 'Raccoon City Police, Sheriff, Daniel Corditch'

A sheriff.

The sheriff shouldn't have died here for no reason, but since this happened, there must be another cause of death—the wound on his neck in the back indicates an unexpected attack, and the gun being half-drawn suggests the attack wasn't entirely sudden; the victim reacted before the attack but was interrupted by unforeseen circumstances—so the most likely explanation is another…

—Report to downtown Raccoon City and ensure that rookie officer Leon Scott Kennedy arrives unharmed at the Umbrella underground testing facility and retrieves the G-Virus stock solution. Mission successful, earn 10 reward points. Mission failed, deduct 20 reward points.

The voice of the supreme deity suddenly rang out.

"What the hell is going on! I've just gotten into character, can't I just solve the mystery properly?! You bastard, God! You bastard! You bastard!"

The next moment, flames erupting from every corner of the gas station burned the entire surrounding block to a crisp! Everything, dead or alive, was instantly incinerated by the extremely high temperature of over 13,000 degrees Celsius. Even the underground oil depot was detonated, and large quantities of oil were directly extracted and circulated like living things, eroding everything, including the concrete floor, into a molten state.

Celine rubbed her head, her eyes filled with melancholy and inner turmoil. In the tiny second before entering this world, she had erased all knowledge and information related to Resident Evil from her memory. She had originally planned to descend into this world as an ordinary person, then gradually unravel the mysteries, explore, and participate in the plot—but all of that was completely ruined by that heartless God!

Damn it! Who wants to know who this Leon Scott Kennedy is?! The God of War's explanation only made things worse; anyone with basic reading comprehension would know that this guy, if not the protagonist, is definitely a major supporting character! A newly recruited police officer certified by the God of War is going to a seemingly powerful secret base to retrieve a G-virus that looks incredibly mysterious and is most likely connected to these undead—if this guy isn't the protagonist of this storyline, then it simply doesn't make sense!

Celine covered her face and stomped her foot hard on the ground. The scattered flames were extinguished the instant her toes touched the ground. Then she began to consider what action strategy she should take next.

Among the reincarnators of the Central Plains Team… she's probably the only one who genuinely intends to take a vacation, rather than cause trouble. Because, you see, Alice says the world is safe, and Zheng Zha also says the world is safe. And Alice is undoubtedly smarter than her, and Zheng Zha is also a better fighter—since those who are smarter and stronger than her determine the world is safe, then the world is naturally safe.

Since the world is safe, there's no need for excessive vigilance. As for competitions... sorry, Sirin is a good student who listens attentively in class and never argues or fights. She absolutely refuses to fight, especially since she's a newcomer and doesn't need to prove her strength. Why would she bother competing when she has nothing better to do?

Does her, Sirin, really lack a few reward points... no, a few pieces of equipment that can be exchanged for reward points?!

It's obvious that there isn't one!

"However, this means I can't carry out my original plan. The divine prompt is so powerful that it can't be blocked, so I can't use the template of an ordinary person who knows nothing about everything to carry out the next adventure—I have to design a new adventure template for myself."

Xilin pursed her lips, deep in thought.

She's a dedicated RPG player; once she decides to play, she won't give up halfway through—of course, the sudden interference of the main god is indeed a troublesome unexpected factor. Therefore, the new templates will also need to take this situation into account.

"So first, there's the matter of identity—if I'm going to contact a police officer, there has to be a reason. Daniel Corditch's death is very likely related to that guy named Leon. So we can start from there—first, we need to correct his appearance and clothing."

She thought for a moment and changed into a dark trench coat. Her purple hair was also tied back. The slanted cross in her eyes was temporarily changed to simple yellow pupils, and her equipment remained the same—a modified military dagger and a 9mm police pistol with 20 rounds of ammunition—she thought for a moment and converted the police pistol into an M1911 with a silencer.

“That’s more classic,” Celine muttered to herself, slipping the poor Officer Daniel’s badge into her pocket. Then, she reached out, connected to this world’s electronic network, and, ignoring other information that might relate to other reincarnators, directly found and modified the officer’s profile. Soon, she became the officer’s distant cousin—a young woman aspiring to be a police officer, who had studied various related subjects since childhood and obtained information about the Raccoon City incident through some unexpected channels. She had also had some conflicts with Umbrella employees and happened to possess one or two vials of antiviral medication.

She reached out and drew some blood from the police officer's badge. Her death-related powers activated, analyzing and reversing the virus used to cause zombification. While the mechanism was unclear, it was certainly effective at treating common infections.

“Very good, then this template will do. I am now a distant relative of this Sheriff Daniel. Due to some unexpected circumstances, I obtained the antidote for Umbrella and came to Raccoon City, where I met this unlucky guy. My next goal is to go to... well, to the Raccoon City police station to find this distant relative's colleagues, to see if I can find survivors to help take down the Umbrella Corporation... This character setting feels a bit radical, what if the Umbrella Corporation isn't the villain?”

She shook her head vigorously.

"Alright, let's leave it at that. I'll stick with my strengths in combat and design. I'll unlock the gene lock to the second tier for now, and equip it with some fighting techniques, maybe a bit more fist fighting or something. I'll also turn off all Herrscher enhancements. As for the rest... I'll figure it out later."

She took a deep breath, composed herself, and took a step forward. With her Herrscher powers deactivated and in role-playing mode, the distance between the Raccoon City Police Department and her position was forcibly reduced to within fifteen meters.

Great, everything is ready. As per the previous agreement on the safe period, the rest of the Zhongzhou team will not be able to interfere for at least seven days, or a week. So, the vacation time begins now.

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It's highly unlikely that Jiuyuan-chan will be able to leave the police station lobby.

Then, let Miss Sirin type it out for me.

Section 6. The vehicle card is such a hassle!

Raccoon City, in front of the police station. The howls of zombies echoed throughout.

Upon arriving at the spawn point, veteran role-playing player Ms. Sirin immediately opened fire with both hands, her M1911 firing with precision, one shot after another. In the blink of an eye, more than a dozen poor undead were swiftly killed by her guns. The obstructions at the entrance were instantly cleared away, and the already terrible atmosphere became even worse.

"Was my aim too good? Should I add some spread effects to make it more realistic?"

Celine pursed her lips, pondering as she made a decision. "No, with a pistol, within five meters, as long as the hand is steady enough, you can aim and shoot at any fixed target. And my current persona isn't one to be intimidated by these zombies!"

"Yes, that's right, no need to change it." She nodded, confirming the character card she had created. She reached out, intending to smash the iron gate in front of her with a single punch, but then realized something seemed off before she could throw the punch—so she closed her eyes, took a deep breath to adjust her mindset, climbed onto the outer edge of the iron gate, and used the momentum to somersault down into the police station.

[A somersault over a 2.7546-meter iron gate should be considered a fairly normal athlete's ability. Hmm... it's been a long time since I've done anything without relying entirely on Herrscher powers, gene lock rank, and various enhancement items and buffs. If I were just a slightly stronger ordinary person, what would my performance be like?]

She paused briefly, barely managing to restrain the urge to activate her senses and perceive all the changes in the city through faint sound waves.

[I don't remember very clearly... Oh well! This is a vacation-themed role-playing game, not a survival puzzle game. Since I'm the protagonist in the script, having some extraordinary abilities shouldn't be a problem. After all, my genetic lock is already at the second stage; even without any enhancements, fully concentrating my muscles should be enough to deliver a punch with fifteen tons of force. Jumping seven or eight meters high is perfectly normal.]

[Hmm... no, I'm not enhanced right now. So I can only rely on physical strength to fight. Considering the physical reserves of a normal adult, unless I change my body structure or increase my weight, I can only exert a maximum of one-third of my normal abilities!]

[Great! That's one-third. The highest jump is 2.7 meters, and the maximum force of a punch is five tons... Hmm, isn't this one-third a bit off?]

A flurry of thoughts swept through her mind, and before she knew it, Celine had pushed open the door to the Raccoon City Police Department. A silenced pistol was held upright in front of her in a standard combat stance, and a black flashlight, hastily made up as she thought it might come in handy, was slung over her shoulder, providing her with excellent visibility.

The police station was quiet, unlike the hustle and bustle outside. As she entered the lobby, the only sound was the faint hum of the fluorescent lights due to unstable electricity. A reception desk and a screen stood in the center, with a computer on the desk and numerous documents on either side—she glanced at them; they were all piles of mostly useless English documents. On either side of the screen were two sloping staircases leading upwards, connecting to two corridors. Two upstairs, two downstairs, each corridor with several closed wooden doors. And from behind those doors, she faintly smelled blood.