Tonight, Alice joins the hunt.

However, this is a normal cycle of reincarnation. In some special cycles, the main god intentionally removes part of the reincarnators' disguise, or the reincarnators themselves commit suicide, causing their disguise to be removed. At this time, the protagonists' aura is activated, significantly impacting the surrounding environment. Unexpected windfalls and miraculous escapes are just standard occurrences. If the world is severely stimulated, absurd developments such as arbitrarily altering and resetting the timeline are possible!

Ah...it reminds me of that post-apocalyptic world I encountered a long time ago, a world whose name I don't know or can't recall. I think it was the main world of one of my former teammates whose traces were erased by the demon team? Zhao Zhuikong and I suffered quite a bit there back then.

She rested her chin on her hand, lost in thought, reminiscing.

She remembered it as a collection of spatial bubbles filled with spatial rifts, consisting of main worlds the size of several star systems connected to sub-worlds the size of multiple planetary systems. She, Zhao Zhuikong, and a group of teammates whose names and appearances she couldn't recall arrived in that world. Their purpose was to rescue a teammate's family from a low-tech main world that had been invaded by multiple sub-level demonic worlds, and at the same time, to give her companions some training.

Initially, everything went smoothly. The target being rescued was quickly located by the East American team's reincarnators and safely protected. Although the extradimensional invaders in that post-apocalyptic world were numerous, they were actually just a bunch of B- to A-level enhanced beings, with manipulation capabilities at most equivalent to insects or beasts at the third stage of the genetic lock. While clearing them out wasn't easy, they weren't particularly troublesome for supernatural life forms.

Soon, his team members underwent significant growth there. Although he didn't remember the specifics clearly, three of them went from ordinary slackers to seasoned veterans who had unlocked their genetic locks. Among the teammates who unlocked the first-tier genetic lock, one successfully unlocked the second tier. However, just when everything was going smoothly and they were about to return to the Main God Space with their full harvest, an exception occurred, as was customary.

A female reincarnator unfortunately encountered the male protagonist of that world, and within minutes, she fell head over heels for the native and joined his harem—which wouldn't have been so bad, since the exchange period would soon end, and even with the strangest personal relationship, she could return to the God's Space and receive the God's spiritual healing. However, to her dismay, the woman revealed the secrets of the God's Space to him and attempted to transfer her reincarnation identity!

Damn it!

The world began to change from that moment. What was once a threat to the reincarnators, but a valuable training ground under the protection of fourth-tier powerhouses, instantly became fraught with danger. The protagonist, having acquired secrets he shouldn't have known, launched an attack on the reincarnators with his aura fully activated—their plan was mediocre, yet every step went smoothly as if divinely ordained. Their combat strength wasn't particularly high either, but fate created countless opportunities for him to win.

So I crushed him, turning that male protagonist, whose name I think was Yang An, along with half the continent where he and his faction were based, into fragments.

Celine's lips twitched.

Then time reversed, and we returned to the first day we arrived in that world.

Naturally, sensing something was wrong, Miss Sirin immediately tore that continent apart again. Instead of killing that overpowered protagonist, she allowed him to use a spatial rift to travel to another main world composed of spatial bubbles. While Miss Sirin was crossing the rift, he managed to latch onto a bunch of incredibly powerful allies—naturally, while Miss Sirin might not be able to defeat them, Zhao Zhuikong, a competent assassin, was able to deliver a powerful blow to the male protagonist's protagonist aura while she drew his attention, resulting in the annihilation of countless concubines and old men who couldn't escape death—and then time returned to its initial state.

So, what followed was a series of tedious and unproductive repetitive tasks. Time reversal → The reincarnators searched high and low to eliminate that overpowered protagonist → Time reversal → The reincarnators, who had adopted a hands-off approach, were hunted down by the overpowered protagonist who had suddenly become incredibly powerful just before their return deadline → The reincarnators used every means and resource available to eliminate that overpowered protagonist → Time reversal…

The cycle repeated approximately five times. On the sixth time, Miss Sirin was horrified to discover that Mr. Long Aotian's charm and idiocy aura were already taking effect on her. Fortunately, Miss Sirin was a fool, and fools aren't afraid of a decline in intelligence. However, the subconscious hesitation and mental shift caused by the charm effect were a dangerous thing. Therefore, the East American team's reincarnators had to resort to a blood-draining suicide retreat. After venting their anger by throwing out all the memeviruses, Outer God offerings, subspace coordinates, and other miscellaneous super-dangerous items from their bodies, the reincarnators successfully escaped with the help of the main god's power. It was from that moment that Miss Sirin stopped trusting her intuition.

Ignoring your intuition might bring bad luck. But trusting your intuition could very well lead to extremely bad luck! Miss Sirin has already proven this truth, which applies only to her, through her many tragic experiences in the cycle of reincarnation, and she has no intention of changing it.

Ah... what a pity, I forgot how to use my time-manipulation abilities back then. Otherwise, I would definitely have been able to successfully... wait? When exactly did I forget my time-manipulation abilities?

She scratched her head, a sense of unease creeping in from the depths of her heart. She felt as if she had forgotten something, yet also remembered something. It was as if some long-forgotten thing was quietly emerging from some unknown corner. And just as those blurry things were about to become clear…

A series of not-too-hurried footsteps interrupted her thoughts.

Chapter Twenty-Six: The Girl's Frenzy...

“I’ve checked this area, there’s no one else here besides us.” Leon, holding a flashlight (without turning on the light), walked out of a corridor on one side of the church. “The survivors seem to have left a long time ago. Although there are quite a few traces of life, it must have been a day or two ago—there’s a place in the inner room where someone had a zombie tied to a chair, presumably a relative or research subject of one of the survivors who was unfortunately infected. But that guy’s head was smashed by a falling chandelier.”

“Same here as well,” Claire’s voice came from the other side. “No living people, no dead people, but there is a priest’s body—he fell down the stairs and broke his neck, and that must have happened not long ago. I guess he was startled by the noise when those two monsters at the police station were fighting and fell down.”

"May he rest in peace." Leon made a simple cross gesture. Then the two of them looked at Celine together.

“I’ve fixed the power, and nothing strange is trying to get near here,” Sirin replied. “Neither zombies, those red muscle monsters, nor any other special species have appeared. I think we’re relatively safe, at least for the time being.”

“She’s right.” Officer Marvin nodded in confirmation, raising his assault rifle. Beside him, Shirley had already fallen asleep, exhausted and shaken. “There aren’t any monsters around here. I just checked the surroundings through the window; if there’s anything nearby, I’m sure I’ll spot it.”

“That sounds like good news,” Leon shrugged and replied.

"It's not just what it sounds like, it's actually good news," Claire corrected. "At least for the time being, we won't have to deal with those unkillable...things. We're running low on ammunition."

“Okay, let’s put this so-called good news or bad news aside for now. We have some more important things to discuss.” It was Marvin who spoke. Clearly, because the black police officer hadn’t died, the two protagonists, who were law-abiding citizens just a few hours ago, had easily handed over the reins of the conversation and command. “First, we need to decide our next course of action: leave this place, or fight the culprit who caused all this?”

"I want to end all of this and make the mastermind behind it all pay the price." The passionate young man from Lyon answered without hesitation, his expression resolute and his tone firm and determined: "The reason I became a policeman is because I want to fight for innocent civilians. And to do that, I am willing to pay any price."

“Very well, and what about you, Miss?” Marvin nodded and looked at Claire.

“I…” Claire hesitated for a moment. “I plan to help Sherry find her family. Since her father has become a monster, then I’ll go find her mother… and I think this will inevitably involve the mastermind behind it all. And… I also want to find my brother, Chris Redfield…”

"Chris?" Marvin's eyes lit up as he looked Claire over again. "No wonder I felt a sense of familiarity. So you're his sister... But I remember Chris left Raccoon City a long time ago. He didn't say why... What, didn't he tell you?"

“He didn’t tell me…” Claire said, sounding disappointed.

Marvin shrugged and offered her a word of comfort. "I'm sorry, but at least it proves your brother isn't in this awful place right now. And with his skills and abilities, I think he's probably just a little... 'busy with official duties' right now."

"I hope so."

Seeing Claire quiet down, Marvin nodded in satisfaction. He hadn't expected that the two survivors he'd encountered both had such close ties to the Raccoon City Police Department. Normally, he would have thrown a huge banquet for them with a bunch of colleagues… if only he could…

“I’ve also decided to settle accounts with the mastermind behind all this. This is a very heavy blood debt, not something that can be easily repaid. However…” His gaze shifted to Sirin. “I’ll need your help, Miss Sirin, to figure out exactly how to find those guys.”

Miss Xilin, who was watching the drama unfold, was slightly taken aback.

[How...how did this get involved? Ah, right, my damn FBI agent identity. Damn it, I initially wanted to use this identity to get some benefits, but where am I supposed to get the information for them now?! Could it be that I...]

[Wait a minute! Since I'm a professional FBI agent, it's normal for me to know some confidential information, right? Good luck, Ms. Sirin! Now is not the time to work on character card 4.0!]

She coughed lightly, looking inscrutable.

“I don’t have the authority to explain everything to ordinary people. But within the scope of my permission, I can indeed tell you some things… So, what do you want to know?”

“The more the better.” Marvin looked at her seriously. “The identity of the Black Hand, the whole story, the strange state you and Leon entered during the previous battle. And… what’s the deal with those two monsters over there?”

Celine stared at him quietly for several seconds.

“You should be able to guess who the mastermind is. That’s right, it’s Umbrella Corporation, the world’s largest medical and pharmaceutical company and biochemical research center. And the reason this disaster broke out…” She subtly stomped her foot on the ground, feeling the shockwave as she continued, “...was because of a biochemical leak. Umbrella Corporation built a secret research center underground in Raccoon City, and their mistake led to this consequence.”

“I knew it was them!” Leon shouted. He explained as Claire and Marvin looked on in confusion. “When I was underground and fighting that monster in the snow… I saw him wearing a research uniform with the Umbrella nameplate.”

“This is a major discovery, but it’s not enough.” Marvin continued, looking at Celine. “I think you should have the exact address of this experimental base, Ms. Celine, a senior FBI agent.” He emphasized the word “FBI.”

[…Where the hell did I expose myself?!]

Miss Sirin's heart was in turmoil.

Although she didn't know where things had gone wrong, she knew her disguise must have been seen through—yes, the real FBI agents weren't so easy to talk to. And the previous battle must have exposed many problems… She had focused on protecting these civilians, neglecting the fact that an agent's top priority would definitely be their own mission!

But why did he expose me here?! Is he trying to blackmail me? Or is he planning to turn on me? Damn it! If you're so heartless, don't blame me for being ruthless too. I was just planning to make my fourth card anyway!

The girl's mind raced, a multitude of thoughts flashing through her mind in a matter of microseconds—she had no idea that this was just Chief Marvin's habitual conversation tactic, that he had no intention of exposing her but only wanted to establish a tacit understanding of 'I know you're not a secret agent, but I don't intend to expose you either, so that we can be more honest with each other' while also gathering more information—all she knew was that she was about to flip the table the next second!

Having been so wronged for so long, even the characters in the story are bullying her. west Xiaolin has never suffered such humiliation before... Forget about the game, she's going to go and fight those bastards outside right now!

A hint of gold subtly appeared in her eyes, and just then...

A young girl carrying a large suitcase appeared at the church entrance and knocked on the door.

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Today should be March 16th, ah... progress is slowly recovering. The Witch War is still stuck... I feel it's a bit strange to write a script where the ending is predetermined, and all characters except the protagonist are destined for tragedy... Maybe I should set that script as world line β?

as well as……

PY, the author of "Eastern Redemption: The Endless Tomorrow" by Jie Dao Avilukes.

This is a Touhou-themed novel with frequent updates and plenty of content. Everyone should check it out when they have time or are interested. OAO

Chapter Twenty-Seven: The Girl Goes Mad...

In the dead of night, in a dead city, a girl carrying a large suitcase, dressed in armor and carrying a sword, stands silently on the road like a night-blooming cereus.

These elements, combined with a renowned director, a powerful distribution company, and a substantial budget, could easily form the poster for a meticulously crafted popcorn movie destined to sweep the box office for a week. But what if this isn't a movie…

Okay, this is a thriller. A live-action one.

At least when Mr. Lyon cautiously opened the first crack of the door, revealing the girl's full form, his first thought was that he had stumbled into a grave matter, a matter that made him breathless and his heart pound. For the instant he saw the girl, he almost thought he was seeing a black dragon, with countless screaming ghosts emanating from its wings.

“I saw a light over here, so I came to ask for help.” The girl’s voice was clear and polite. “My name is Catherine, Catherine Warren. May I enter this church?”

“…I don’t think a normal girl would go out with a suitcase at a time like this.” The illusion in Leon’s eyes vanished in an instant. But the fear remained etched into his heart—he even subconsciously activated the first stage of his genetic lock.

“Because normal girls would have been bitten to death by zombies long ago,” Catherine replied with a smile. “The abnormal girl has survived until now and hopes that a Raccoon City police officer will let her into a shelter that isn’t as dangerous as other places.”

She tilted her head slightly, pausing briefly on Lyon's police uniform. "Or has the police in Raccoon City changed jobs and stopped protecting the people here?"

"..." Leon silently opened the door, his other hand still holding a loaded gun, maintaining a vigilant expression. "Come in, but I'll be watching you."

He winked at Claire and Marvin, who were looking at him with puzzled expressions, and then quickly closed the church door after Catherine walked in.

"Hey, I'm Claire." The young motorcycle girl didn't understand what he meant at first, but she instinctively shielded Sherry behind her.

“Catherine, Catherine Warren,” the new girl repeated, gently placing her suitcase beside a row of seats. She then gave the others a warm, friendly smile. “It’s an honor to meet you all in such a rather unpleasant setting. I think we’ll get along very well.”

“Warren…the mayor’s last name is also Warren.” Sheriff Marvin suddenly said, “…I recognize you, Miss Catherine Warren. I saw you from afar a few days ago, and I remember you were with Chief Irons at the time. And Chief Irons bears undeniable responsibility for this disaster.”

“That guy was derelict in his duty. I’m removing him from office on behalf of my father.” Catherine chuckled, a small scalpel silently sliding out of her sleeve. A few drops of congealed blood still stained the blade. “A one-time, permanent dismissal. You won’t even encounter his zombies.”

“Miss, you are confessing to a murder in front of a police officer. And you even have the murder weapon in your hand.”

“Oh, did I say anything?” Catherine smiled mischievously. “I just dismissed that person and left him. This knife… and the one I’m carrying on my back are my tools for slaying zombies. I don’t think it’s illegal to slay zombies in this city.”

"Use that knife?" Marvin instinctively picked up the gun.

The next moment, the trigger of the gun in his hand separated from the barrel, and the dagger that had been in Catherine's hand was now embedded in the seat behind Marvin.

“Yes, with that knife.” Catherine nodded, gesturing behind her. “And I don’t really like people touching my suitcase. Could you please remove your hand from there, sir, the policeman who opened the door for me?”

“I’m just making sure there’s no…infected stuff mixed in here,” Leon said, his fingers still resting on the large suitcase. A strange, inexplicable unease stirred within him, a feeling he couldn’t quite put his finger on compelled him to move closer to the suitcase and open it. “I felt it was necessary.”

Catherine sighed and shook her head.

“This damn protagonist’s intuition, this damn shift in fortune, sure enough, touching the wrong person will cause a backlash…” Before the others could react in time, she raised her hand and snapped her fingers. “Now, I’m going to put everyone here on a quick conversation check.”

The next moment, apart from Miss Sirin who had remained silent, everyone's eyes lost their light.

“Because I am a superhuman, quick communication automatically leads to great success,” she continued, looking at everyone. “You received a visit from a poor girl at night. Although there were some inconsistencies in her, you decided to ignore these trivial details. You also had no interest in her suitcase. After all, this is a critical moment, and everyone should unite and work together to help.”

"You accepted her and didn't intend to pursue the matter further. After all this was over, a deep sense of exhaustion washed over you—you decided to temporarily set aside your previous goals and get a good night's sleep here. After all, you were both very tired, and tired people can't fight against mutated creatures. And it's safe here; at least no one will bother you tonight. The task of keeping watch can be handed over to the two ladies you've just met; they look radiant anyway."

"Alright, everyone, go get some sleep."

As soon as the words were spoken, all the characters in the story looked as if they had been working a grueling 60-hour shift, their faces pale and their eyes dark. Their legs gave way, and they found a comfortable spot to collapse, followed by a series of snoring sounds.

“It seems the will of this world is still somewhat lacking compared to the interference power of the fourth stage of the Gene Lock.” She made a relaxing gesture, then looked at Sirin. “I’m sorry our private meeting is taking place in this setting. But I think… this is actually quite nice?”

However, Sirin just stared at her with dead fish eyes.

"You ruined my vacation, you ruined my games, you ruined everything."

“Oh, it was just an accident.” Catherine shook her head slightly, and the next moment her form twisted and changed, returning to Zhao Yingkong’s appearance. “I think we can deal with them soon, and then everything can return to normal.”

“A normal appearance…” Sirin shook her head, and the slanted cross-shaped light pattern reappeared in her eyes. Her hair turned ankle-length purple, and several crystals of different colors appeared around her.

"I'll show you right now..."

"What does 'normal' even mean?"

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The first chapter of the rewritten and revised version of "The Witch Wars" is now available online.

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