Miss Planeswalker, are you free for romance?

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A quiet room with only the sound of breathing.

Clusters of red-gold petals bloom in a warm, well-lit cultivation room.

The stamens are brighter than gold, the petals are more dazzling than blood. On each leaf vein as big as a baby's hand, it seems as if tens of thousands of miniature suns are printed - those who see it will not only stop and linger, but if nothing is done, those who don't eat or drink will sit in front of the glass with countless layers of thickness, staring at the flowers that seem to have been kissed by the gods.

Then, die of thirst in front of it.

Or use your throat blood to piously water them to make them more brilliant and sacred.

The key to this world, the grace of God that opens the door to the universe; the beginning of all things, the gene that enables humans to transcend limits; it is the key to eternity and a history without an end; galaxies and splendid civilizations are hidden in every leaf vein, and the secrets of ascension to the gods and evolution are deposited on every separated branch.

"Sonnentreppe..."

Stairway to the Sun.

The ancestor of thousands of mysteries.

Albert stood quietly in front of the glass, silently looking at the gift that was so close yet so far away.

He had it, but he also lost it in a way.

This "special item" is revered as the "key" within the company. Every petal that falls has to pay the price of hundreds of lives - this is nothing, it's just...

The expressionless face looked a little gloomy under the special light.

Just, it's not enough.

Too slow... too slow! He needed more sacrifices, more petals and leaves, more of the secrets and... rituals written above.

Chaos that can blend into the bones and blood and penetrate the internal organs; divine vision that fills the brain and even overflows from the eyeballs. From then on, mortals no longer have secrets in his sight. He needs strength, the strength to expand the body and boil the energy, and even more so, the power to cross the space with just a light step.

These…

Sonnentreppe

Stairway to the Sun.

You can give me everything.

Just a little bit...

Just a little bit of sacrifice...

Swallow.

Devour more gifts from the petals.

Albert Wesker turned his palm over, and his black sunglasses revealed the purple lines under his pale skin. In the bulging blood vessels, tiny black particles were spreading crazily...

He did betray the company for...

——Everyone has countless reasons to support every choice they make, some are real, and some are just excuses.

If you have to put on the most noble one.

Wesker believes:

Become a god.

This is a good statement.

That was the temptation and ambition that "Stairway to the Sun" gave him.

The busy researchers and company executives are just like drug dealers in the slums. Sometimes, after removing the gorgeous outer garments, power, wealth, and false disguises, they will...

Human nature is so highly similar and annoying.

We are different.

I have greater ideals.

Chapter 97 Multiple Ceremonies and William

The silent atmosphere was soon broken by the sound of footsteps.

"Wesker!"

A man with half-long blond hair and a research suit was jogging along, holding a record book.

"C-appeared!"

Wesker tilted his head.

——The leaves may contain a ritual that can make a person extremely powerful, or perhaps some information on how to obtain a "special item"; the company has already "used" several thousand people, and the effect...

"Information, you'd better come and see it in person..." He turned around and left without any courtesy. It was obvious that the two people knew each other and were not just ordinary acquaintances.

The fortress-like building that has been verified by many times, turns into a honeycomb-like underground area layer by layer - leaving the slightly cold and highest-security inner layer, what appears before your eyes is the research area that is as noisy as a downtown area.

Albert once walked out from here.

The armed guards looked straight ahead, and only nodded to Albert, who was wearing sunglasses, with a slight respect when he passed by.

"Through analysis and recorded 'text' speculation, the information on the leaves is compared..."

In a closed room, a man dressed as a researcher held up a report, with the final conclusion written at the bottom.

A very simple sentence:

"God is in the world."

This is what you get for paying the price of five hundred lives.

A statement that was more of a joke than a prophecy - if five hundred lives had not really been lost.

The golden-red leaves in the incubator had long since turned into ashes.

The man looked at Albert inquiringly, trying to find even a hint of dissatisfaction on that expressionless face - five hundred lives, and this was all he got. If he was a senior executive of the company, he would never agree to continue to "satisfy" this "special item".

Five hundred lives are not just a number.

What a joke!

“God is on earth?”

It is said that researchers need to have a cold, objective and rational mind, but that depends on the degree. He really couldn't face this practice that was like opening a blind box.

The information on the leaves or petals will only appear after they fall. Before that, they can't control anything - they just keep offering living people. Just like the previous petal, even if some kind of ritual is recorded, it doesn't seem to be very practical at the moment, according to the research team leader.

Albert seemed to see what the man in front of him was thinking: "The ritual verification was successful. It is what we need."

——The existence of George Romey means that the ritual recorded in the previous petal is correct and feasible, and rituals with "evolutionary" attributes will always have some special cases standing out in subsequent random experiments with a large number of samples.

The answer that brought wealth, power and...evolution to the company.

Obviously, he immediately became the beneficiary.

But, not enough.

He needs to devour and fuse more and more of his own origins.

A ritual from Stairway to the Sun.

"That man..." When it comes to George Romy, the research team leader is speechless. Stupid guy, being used as the company's first guinea pig and still feeling complacent...

"The ritual was indeed very successful, and it has been recorded in Area 3." The team leader rubbed his temple and pointed at the computer, reminding: "It was successful, but not perfect. It was specifically manifested in the loss of reason and humanity, including an extremely high desire for the flesh and blood of its own kind. The subsequent animal experiments will follow up, but I personally do not recommend wasting time on this ritual."

The team led by the team leader is responsible for the research on "evolution". Simply put, biological weapons and other low-level things belong to another group. He doesn't have time to waste his and his team members' precious time to make profits for the company.

Their wisdom should be used in more important places.

"I know this."

Albert's dark sunglasses reflected the slightly angry face of the team leader. He patted the other person's shoulder and said, "I need more experiments. More times, more quantities, more data, more...possibilities."

"On the other hand, I will hand it over to other groups."

"Wesker, can you tell me the truth?" The team leader's expression eased a little, and he sighed and sat back in his chair: "George Romy, is that his name? His usefulness has been squeezed out. How do the superiors plan to deal with him and..."

He and,

The people on that island.

Wesker shook his head grimly.

"It will be handled 'safely'."

"I assume you have read the report, so you should know clearly," the team leader tried to persuade him from another perspective: "The person who successfully performed the ritual is like a large source of infection. Once it leaks to a large city with a dense population and strong circulation... the company will just leave it alone?"

He thinks too much.

Albert sneered.

Do you think the company will send someone to bring George Romey back for research?

No need.

The ritual has been verified and successful.

Next...aren’t there plenty of test subjects?

The man raised his hand and turned his wrist.

Look at the time, it’s almost time.

A small nuclear strike would be enough to wipe out everything you're worried about.

Corporations, the military, politicians, and…

A small island that no one has noticed and may be a terrorist base.

Just as he was thinking, the man who didn't react was grabbed by a hand on his wrist.

The man in the research suit pulled him up with an angry look on his face: "Wesker, do you know what you are doing?" The exposed wrist was covered with the same purple lines as the palm.

Tiny black particles are actively swimming and combining with each other.

"Are you crazy?!"

The research team leader raised his eyebrows and yelled: "Once! The ceremony can only be held once! Wesker, I warned you - the company will never allow..." He suddenly got stuck, quickly turned around and looked around, and lowered his voice again: "...Tell me! Wesker, what do you want to do?!"

Albert Wesker slowly turned his wrist, allowing him to watch himself slowly break free from the grip.

"That is a gift from a higher being. William."

Twist the joints.

He raised his chin with natural disdain: "Swallow your guess." Black Gloves tapped the ID card on his chest: "William Birkin, research team leader, is only responsible for the "Evolution" project, you don't need to-"

"Do you think I'm one of those dying guys who can be easily dismissed by you?" The researcher opened his hand and grabbed Wesker's collar: "The company's order is just to let you 'verify' the authenticity of the ceremony, but you actually..."

The ceremony was held privately.

the second time.

Albert, what ritual did you receive from the first petal that fell from the Stairway to the Sun?

The answer he got was a whisper close to his ear.

"evolution."

Gently slapping William's fist away and adjusting his collar, Wesker seemed to know this high-security laboratory very well and was not worried about being monitored at all: "I feel cold," showing his arms with hair standing up.

"I long to devour..."

He uttered incoherent mumblings and clicked his white teeth.

"I can't remember what concept I lost..."

He tilted his head and thought about it.

Finally, he tapped his sunglasses, and the dark red light breathed in his eyeballs: "But I will not fall into the same trap as George Romy. I am born different from them. My ritual, the higher existence has given me the innate high-level dominance-"

"Those rituals will take root in me."

"Torture me, give me pain and confusion..."

"Then."

"Swallowed by the ritual bestowed upon us in the first place."