Tonight, Alice joins the hunt.

She didn't say everything, but from Sherry's description, it's clear that her father was a special infected individual being hunted by an elite force. His exceptional combat prowess, vitality, and ability to retain a sliver of sanity suggest a connection to the Raccoon City biohazard crisis. For those already caught in the middle, whether they want to escape Raccoon City, avenge their fallen comrades, or end the disaster, Sherry's father is a crucial figure they must confront.

What happens when a person comes into contact with a monster... this is so obvious that it doesn't need much explanation. There's no place for monsters to live in this world, at least not right now. So Sherry's father is doomed to die—and everyone understands this implicitly; there's no need to say it directly to the girl.

However, the current consensus is not yet comprehensive, as one important figure has yet to express his opinion.

"Ms. Sirin, what do you think about this little girl's situation?" Sergeant Marvin, who had the most contact with Sirin, finally stepped forward to interrupt her thoughts.

"Hmm? Oh... I don't have any opinion." Celine snapped out of her thoughts, shook her head slightly, and smiled. "If we run into him later, we can help him out. But until then, I think we should probably focus our attention on those... more outrageous things."

Everyone fell silent.

After a long pause, Claire finally replied dryly, "That thing... I think only a nuclear bomb could solve it. We're just a bunch of ordinary people, and ordinary people... can't handle that kind of monster. Judging from the commotion over there, it could probably blow my head off from a hundred meters away before I even raise my gun."

"It's really too much to ask us ordinary people to deal with that kind of monster... and our weapons are running out of ammunition."

“Yes,” Celine nodded in agreement, sighing. “It’s just too much, those bastards… they’ve really gone too far!”

—I'm already thinking of getting the fourth edition of character cards! Why do these obviously outlandish monsters have to appear in the Resident Evil universe?! The original protagonists could never possibly win against them!

—Did I enter a world with mods installed?!

She took a deep breath, finally suppressing her anger. She turned her head, and the spire of a church came into view to her side.

"But before that, let's go over there and rest for a bit."

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The adorable Jiuyuan-chan needs some posts as motivation to add more chapters...

If there are enough updates, the adorable Jiuyuan-chan will update the Witch Wars while updating twice a day as usual. However, it will probably be a completely new version... It's been too long since I've written anything, and it's only three sections anyway.

So, is this deal feasible...? QAQ

Chapter Twenty-Three: The Girl Moving...

Meanwhile, at the site of the former police station in Raccoon City.

The battle intensified after Ada arrived at the sewer area. Tyrant displayed even greater mobility and destructive power than before, while Alice's tactics became more cunning and devastating—their engagement resulted in the area around the police station, with a radius of about one kilometer, being shattered by violent flames and lightning. Both being at the third stage of their genetic lock and equipped with AA-level enhancements, it was impossible to determine a winner without pushing their abilities to the limit. However, in terms of destructive power, the third stage was not much different from the fourth stage, so with their maximum output limited, the final result was that both sides stopped fighting.

Alice reduced the Tyrant's mass by forty percent, and the Tyrant destroyed most of her body. Ultimately, the Tyrant had a slight advantage, and by the time Alice completed her self-regeneration in the ruins, the Tyrant's presence had long since escaped her detection.

"As expected, even at the same stage, with the same level of energy reserves and output, I really can't beat this muscle gorilla in terms of pure brute force." Alice watched as her missing arm proliferated and regenerated at a visible speed, returning to its original form. Some women's clothing from a shopping mall several kilometers away was absorbed by Red Queen using gravitational field fluctuations, and then she chose the one that looked best for herself and changed into it.

—In the previous battle, about three percent of the factors that put her at a disadvantage were because she needed to mobilize a small portion of her energy and manipulation to ensure that her clothes wouldn't disintegrate during the fight. This should be considered an inherent disadvantage for women; she had to consider her image and couldn't just tear her clothes apart like her alien (not a typo) opponent. Even when her coat was pulverized, she had to use telekinesis or a force field to keep it largely intact, a process that continued until her self-regeneration ended!

The person was half-dead, but their clothes were still intact; anywhere else, this would be straight out of a ghost story. But now…

“Miss, you haven’t used your full strength at this stage.” The Red Queen landed lightly on her shoulder, comforting her in a gentle voice. “You didn’t use complex ritual spells, nor crystal magic, and you didn’t even let me participate in the main battle. These are the reasons you are at a disadvantage. They do not prove your strength.”

"That muscle gorilla didn't use any moves at all. Explosions, destruction, the primordial series—he didn't use a single one. He didn't even fully unleash the potential of the T. He merely activated the T's adaptability, strengthening the physical structure while creating a layer of armor that could only protect against light firepower like rifles and grenades."

"No one has gone all out, nor can they. A battle between extraordinary beings is destined to drag on for ages if it isn't decided in an instant. The current state is the best. We've roughly assessed the control capabilities of both sides and know what we and our companions are capable of, which is enough to consider it a successful completion."

Alice waved her hand and changed into a simple women's business suit. She found a pair of non-prescription glasses, but then hesitated and tossed them aside. Her gaze shifted slightly, no longer intending to follow the tyrant's trail, but instead turning her attention to the south.

“And…” she clenched her fist slightly. “The ritual and the crystal are all for that Alexia. I’m going to teach her a lesson this time, so she knows that there are things that should be done and things that should be said.”

"Master Alice, how pitiful." The little devil tilted his head and said softly.

“It’s Alexia, the Red Queen.” Alice chopped the AI ​​entity on her shoulder, and the latter immediately covered its head, looking tearful and aggrieved.

"Master, you're bullying me!"

"Call me Miss!"—The second chop followed immediately.

So this time, the poor AI entity simply tilted its head and fainted, and even while unconscious, it didn't forget to create a mosquito coil circle and a spinning bird effect above its head—its protest and non-cooperation were obvious. However, Alice was too lazy to pay attention to it and simply let it pretend to be full—although it probably didn't have the concept of being full.

Alice turned her gaze away from the south. She knew that the guy who called himself Alexia would still need several hours to reach Raccoon City, and once he arrived, this world, or this planet, would likely be in a completely different form than it had been for billions of years.

It's roughly like the transition from micro-magic to medium-magic, from micro-science to medium-science. The refined potion released by Alexia will cause a targeted mutation in all T-viruses outside the experimental zone. Ordinary infected individuals will gain keen information perception and be able to use some low-level spells that have already been analyzed. Those special life forms that were deeply infected from the beginning will undergo a transformation akin to rebirth, even directly manifesting their mythical prototype states.

Regardless of other factors, at least in the areas she detected through the Red Queen, some enormous sea creatures in the depths of the ocean were already transforming into forms resembling Scylla or even Leviathans. And in the valleys and hills of certain regions, some giant birds and mammals had already exhibited dragon-like characteristics.

The world will soon undergo a dramatic change, and that "soon" won't be long. After all, the T-virus had already secretly spread to every corner of the world through modern transportation systems, following the Raccoon City incident and Umbrella's machinations. If the Central Continent Team hadn't arrived, the world would have faced the twilight of civilization just days after Raccoon City was destroyed by nuclear bombs.

"So we're actually saving the world, only our methods are a bit radical... or rather, incomplete." Alice smiled slightly, clearing her mind of all the distracting thoughts. She knew this was a consequence of her inner demons manifesting after entering the fourth stage. Her power would expand dramatically, but her heart would become far more fragile than it had been in the third stage. But before she entered that terrible state...

“I can still do some things.” She took a deep breath, and Red Queen, who had been pretending to be dead on her shoulder, flew up lightly and clearly marked the real-time map of Raccoon City and the locations of the main characters such as Leon and Claire in front of her eyes—she was slightly surprised when she saw the geographical coordinates.

"It's that church? Ah... what a fateful encounter. In Resident Evil 2, 'I,' Alice, happened to meet the other main characters in that church. Hmm... let me see where Jill Valentine and her friends are... Oh? They're also heading towards that church? That's interesting."

“Then…” She held up a finger and slashed downwards. From her vantage point, several buildings within a few hundred meters of the church silently watched as they split open on both sides. “I should also fulfill the responsibilities of a protagonist and get to my stage as soon as possible.”

Her form vanished swiftly, and even considering the need to give poor Miss Sirin time to adjust and the time required to remake the card, she would arrive at the church no later than half an hour later. And by then… the expressions on some people's faces would surely be quite something.

At the very moment she disappeared, not far from the damaged area of ​​the police station, near a weapons shop where Leon was supposed to have arrived after escaping the police station to resupply his weapons and ammunition, a maintenance door leading to the sewer system creaked open, and a petite figure clad in a set of samurai armor appeared.

—She was carrying a large suitcase in one hand, big enough to fit an adult.

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There's one more period later.

Chapter Twenty-Four: The Girl's Experiment...

"Hmm, the air above ground is definitely much more comfortable than the terrible underground." Zhao Yingkong... or rather, Catherine, very considerately closed the inspection door as she walked out, then slightly turned her gaze toward the gun shop whose neon signs were still lit.

Even from dozens of meters away, she could clearly see that the gun shop windows had been swept clean as if a typhoon had passed through. That was probably why this weapon acquisition point had been preserved so far, instead of being smashed open and looted by a mob of survivors.

However, this disguise wasn't very useful, because the aftershocks of the battle between the two humanoid monsters not long ago had already cracked the glass windows of the weapon shop. With just a slight touch, the floor-to-ceiling window used to display weapons would probably fall and shatter into pieces. And its most important function—blocking odors—would also be lost. In a little while, zombies that smelled human scent would swarm in.

No, they've already arrived.

As Catherine emerged from the maintenance room, several zombies, knocked down by the aftershocks of the monsters' earlier battle but still retaining their biological activity, staggered to their feet and roared as they took prey-like steps toward Catherine—naturally, they were sliced ​​into pieces by an invisible blade of light as they approached within two meters of her. Foul-smelling, filthy blood and other contaminants splattered out, attracting even more attackers.

The hunt was intriguing, and Catherine was thoroughly enjoying herself. Learning from her mistake in the underground sewers where she'd forgotten to conceal her presence and no living or dead creature dared approach, she now walked the streets with the aura of an ordinary young girl. And sure enough, many monsters, capable of drawing blood from her newly acquired katana, arrived in a short time.

It started with ordinary zombies, then zombified cats and dogs, and then Lickers with sharp claws and powerful reflexes. Unfortunately, there weren't any G-type adults on the surface yet, so the number of samples that were killed was somewhat smaller. Even so, by the time she walked from the maintenance room door to the weapons shop entrance, hundreds of monsters had fallen behind her.

They feel no fear because Catherine has shielded herself from the fear inherent in biological instincts (even zombies are essentially creatures controlled by the T-virus). They will not retreat because Catherine wants to adorn the knife in her hand with blood.

—I'm not an ordinary person, even if my character has changed a bit... I'm still not an ordinary person. And for someone who isn't ordinary to be wearing ordinary armor and wielding an ordinary sword in this city of zombies—isn't that a bit too incongruous?

Zhao Yingkong… That’s what Catherine thought, so she used the blood of the dead to adorn the blade in her hand. She had even considered using the blood of the dead to coat her great armor, but considering that the blood was too filthy, she had to give up on that idea.

Indeed, cleanliness is far more attractive to girls than being cool. Even if this girl has long since transcended the mundane, it still holds true.

The girl's suitcase trembled, seemingly because the bloody smell emanating from the outside had aroused its contents.

“I didn’t turn that person into a live specimen because that person is an underling of a high-ranking Umbrella executive. I need to use that person, or more precisely, that person’s identity, to lure in a big enough fish. But that doesn’t mean I won’t make other choices—if that person continues to cause trouble.” The girl’s voice was calm, and the shaking suitcase immediately quieted down.

The girl then turned her head away in satisfaction.

There were people in the gun shop; a casual glance was enough for her to discern signs of human presence. Footprints, palm prints, a well-placed bunker box, and some uncleaned food wrappers—there were likely two people hiding in the gun shop, one older and one younger, one male and one female. If nothing unusual happened, they should be the gun shop owner and his daughter. And after spending just a little more time than a casual glance, she temporarily reduced the number of survivors from two to one.

She heard two heartbeats, one steady, the other faint. The faint one came from a little girl who was no more than ten years old and had been bitten by a zombie... Normally, a person bitten by a zombie would turn into a new zombie within tens of seconds to minutes, but this little girl had probably held on for several hours.

She's a child with potential...

Hmm, everyone else seems to be working on research projects. Should I start researching something too...?

She reached out, intending to knock but instead pushed, casually opening the gun shop's outer door, whose locks had been loosened by the aftershocks of the battle. Judging from the heartbeats and directions she sensed, the two people hiding inside the gun shop, one big and one small, had clearly been knocked unconscious by the sonic boom that had shattered the windows. The scene that greeted her as she passed through the door and entered the inner room of the gun shop confirmed her suspicions.

A burly man with a full beard shielded a petite girl behind him, one hand gripping a shotgun, the other shielding her. Both lay unconscious against the wall, signs of internal bleeding visible—a bite wound on the girl's arm, already rotting, with a grayish-white filth spreading across four-fifths of her body.

Clearly, although she had held on for a long time before, she wouldn't be able to hold on much longer. In half an hour at most... perhaps twenty minutes, she would be completely consumed by the virus, turning into an incurable zombie. And at that point, apart from the resurrection ritual performed by the Information Witches and the magical artifacts provided by the Supreme God, there would be no other option to save her.

Catherine looked at her, at her father's protective hand, for a full minute.

She couldn't understand this feeling of being protected because she had no father, and while her brother had always looked after her, he clearly expected to establish a different kind of connection with her, unrelated to blood ties. Her companions, on the other hand, treated her more as equals than with top-down protection—after all, the primary personality of a certain assassin had awakened too early, leaving the secondary personality with very little opportunity for care.

Since the beginning of the Legend of the Gods and Demons, the arrival of the witches has certainly changed some things, and some bad things have improved because of their intervention. However, some things that were originally good have not necessarily become better because of their presence. For example, Chu Xuan's view of Zheng Zha up to this day is only that of a 'business partner based on transactions,' 'something that would be very troublesome without him,' and 'a useful muscle gorilla.' Rather than seeing him as an indispensable and important companion as described in Saito Hajime's prediction records.

After all, since his resurrection, the enemies he encountered in several worlds were all weaklings who could be easily defeated with a little thought and preparation. Sometimes, he didn't even need to prepare; the witches could solve most of the problems themselves. And it was precisely because of this that the opportunity to fight side by side in life-or-death situations and forge bonds etched in blood and bone through hardship had vanished.

Chu Xuan was like this, and Zhao Yingkong was naturally the same. The premature awakening of the primary personality resulted in the secondary personality's thoughts and bonds being inadequate. Ah... yes, she certainly avoided the tragedy of facing her beloved brother with swords in the cycle of reincarnation, but precisely because of this, she didn't reveal much of her heart to the others in the group.

The witches may have already noticed this and made efforts to address it.

However, naturally, their efforts have not yet yielded results, at least not yet. And the people they are secretly pushing are completely unaware of this—at least Zhao Yingkong is completely unaware.

Catherine's persona crumbled, at least for this moment. Her heart was not disturbed, nor did her vigilance and guard relax, but a thought that she wouldn't normally have arisen in her mind.

Deep within the abyss of the heart, the chaotic currents surge ceaselessly.

She reached out, and a drop of extraordinary blood, stripped of her own will, rolled from her fingertip and landed precisely in the girl's wound—the wound, eroded by the T-virus, visibly healed and returned to its healthy state. The girl's body also rapidly transformed from weakened to healthy, and there was even a faint sense of immense power brewing within her.

"I don't know your name, and I don't know your past."

"But I give you my power, and I take a tiny fraction of it from my inexhaustible source of immortality."

"Then, live on as my successor. Consider it an experiment, I want to see how a 'Zhao Yingkong' with a complete family, friends, and love will grow." — Her fingertips trembled slightly, and she immediately sensed a female zombie buried nearby that resonated with the girl's bloodline. As mentioned before, she possessed a divine artifact capable of resurrecting mortal zombies.

Minutes later, the assassin girl, now back in Catherine form, left the gun shop. She planned to go to the church where the survivors had gathered to do something befitting her persona—and as she left, three healthy heartbeats at different frequencies were heard in the gun shop.

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So this is the second period of the day...

The witch wars are proving harder to change than expected...

More interstitial stickers are needed to enhance inspiration.

Chapter Twenty-Five: In the Girl's Memories...

Achoo! Achoo! Achoo! Achoo!

Inside the church in Raccoon City, Miss Celine, who had just spent some time fixing the burnt-out meter and getting the lighting system back up, suddenly sneezed three times. A bad feeling welled up in her heart, but she immediately dismissed it.

Don't trust your intuition, don't trust your intuition, don't trust your intuition.

The girl silently murmured to herself, taking a few deep breaths to calm herself. She glanced at the closed door and drawn curtains, and heard the sounds of others searching separately inside the church—she wasn't too worried about anything unexpected happening after they separated. After all, she had keen senses and had already confirmed that there were no other freely moving creatures or inanimate objects in the building.

Of course, the little girl Shirley didn't go out. She stayed quietly and obediently in the central hall of the church, protected by Marvin, who was the weakest in combat and least likely to have the protagonist's aura.

Ah...that's right, the protagonist's halo.

This was one of the key reasons why Miss Sirin wasn't worried about the other two acting alone. Although the information related to Resident Evil had long been erased from her mind, her other memories were perfectly intact. She knew exactly what the protagonists represented and what abilities they could unleash.

In ordinary reincarnation worlds, it's fine, since there's a supreme god overseeing things back then; protagonist auras and great fortune are all nonsense. The world treats the reincarnators as part of itself, while simultaneously ignoring any control over this 'part.' The end result is that as long as the protagonist has a bounty of reward points above their head, there will be absolutely no bizarre or unexpected accidents allowing the reincarnators to escape when they fire at their vital points—their aura and fortune only work on the portion of their world that can be controlled by the world, and on unverified or disguised intruders from outside. For the reincarnators themselves, it's better than nothing.