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The White Queen looked steadily at Jack. Her large, glass-like eyes flickered faintly, as if a ripple of emotion had briefly passed through an otherwise calm digital surface. For a moment, her expression almost seemed human.
"You are Jack, right?" she said. "The company has been investigating your background. You are very dangerous."
"Investigating my background?" Jack replied lazily, spreading his hands as though the idea amused him. "Someone as outstanding as me being investigated is completely normal."
Behind his relaxed tone, however, Jack's eyes narrowed slightly. Umbrella did not investigate anyone without reason. If they had gone to the trouble of collecting data on him, it meant they saw him as more than a simple anomaly.
"They are very curious," the White Queen continued, "about how you obtained such powerful abilities. They want to arrest you, then study you."
Alice couldn't help but smile faintly at that. She turned her head slightly toward Jack, her expression carrying a trace of irony. "Jack, it seems the Umbrella Corporation is quite fond of you."
"Indeed, that's true." Jack nodded openly, without even a hint of modesty.
Alice shifted her attention back to the White Queen, her smile fading. "What exactly happened here?"
The White Queen's gaze became distant, as if replaying stored data. "After Dr. Isaacs was infected and returned, he bit other zombies and injected himself with a newly developed serum. This serum was created using the blood of your replicas. The infection that followed caused large-scale mutations."
Alice shook her head slowly, disbelief and anger mixing together. "The blood of my replicas…"
Those words felt heavy. Every replica represented another stolen fragment of her life, another version of herself used as nothing more than raw material.
"Your blood fused with the T-Virus," the White Queen continued. "From this, Dr. Isaacs inferred that it could permanently solve the Resident Evil incident."
Alice stared, eyes widening slightly. "You're saying… my blood can cure all of this?"
"Yes." The White Queen nodded. "This branch possesses complete equipment for synthesizing a cure."
Alice's mind raced. A cure. A real cure—not another lie, not another experiment gone wrong. Her instinct told her to reject it, to assume Umbrella had twisted even hope itself into a weapon.
"You're saying," Alice said slowly, "that all of this can really be ended?"
Jack remained silent for a moment, his expression thoughtful. Then he spoke, voice calm but deliberate. "White Queen, can zombies be restored back into humans?"
In every Resident Evil disaster, there had never been a true cure. Cities fell, civilizations collapsed, and humanity retreated step by step. Even after Raccoon City, even after everything that followed, the dead never returned to the living. If such a reversal were possible, it would shatter the world as it was.
"Yes," the White Queen replied without hesitation. "As long as Alice's blood is available, it can certainly be achieved."
Jack's lips curved into a faint smile. "That really makes me look forward to it."
But the White Queen's tone shifted. "However, there is currently a problem."
Alice's eyes sharpened. "Isaacs?"
"Yes. Dr. Isaacs has already transformed into a Tyrant." The White Queen nodded. "I confined him on the lowest level, but I cannot restrain him for long. He will eventually escape."
"A Tyrant?" Jack shrugged lightly, as if discussing an inconvenience. "Killing one only takes a minute."
"I know you are very powerful," the White Queen said seriously, "but do not underestimate him. He is different from ordinary zombies. He still retains his consciousness."
Jack stepped forward, extending his hand toward the White Queen. His fingers passed straight through her projection, feeling nothing but empty air.
"What are you trying to do?" the White Queen asked.
"I wanted to touch your face," Jack said with mock regret. "It's a pity you don't have a physical body."
The White Queen froze slightly, her head tilting in confusion. "Touch my face? I do not understand your meaning."
Alice shot Jack a look full of disdain. "You're not some perverted pedophile, are you?"
Jack coughed lightly and rubbed his nose. "Am I that kind of person? I just like cute children. That's probably a kind of fatherly instinct."
"…." Alice let out a slow breath, choosing not to respond further.
"I'm already used to being misunderstood," Jack said with exaggerated helplessness. "There's no helping it—I'm just too controversial. Enough idle talk. Let's get to work."
They stood before a heavy iron gate. The metal surface was scratched and dented, bearing the scars of past violence. Beside the door, a screen flickered, and the White Queen's image appeared.
"I will open the door," she said.
"Mm." Alice nodded.
The gate slowly slid open with a low mechanical sound. Jack and Alice stepped inside. Alice raised her flashlight, its beam cutting through the darkness, illuminating narrow corridors, peeling walls, and dried blood stains that told silent stories of panic and death.
"With me here," Jack said casually, "you can feel safe."
Alice didn't even look at him. "I never rely on others to protect my life. I hold my own life firmly in my hands—even death."
Jack chuckled softly. "Worthy of Alice. Such strong individuality."
"Don't act like you understand me so well," Alice said coldly. "We're not that close."
Jack's smile dimmed slightly. "Such cruel words. Back in Raccoon City, good and evil were unclear, yet we once fought side by side. I really miss that time."
Before Alice could respond—
A shadow flashed behind them.
Alice turned instantly, weapon raised, muscles tense. The flashlight beam swept the corridor—but there was nothing.
"He's playing hide-and-seek with us," Jack said impatiently. "Let's keep moving."
They entered a laboratory. The air was thick with the metallic smell of blood. Equipment lay overturned, glass shattered across the floor, wires hanging loose like exposed nerves. Inside a glass chamber, numerous corpses hung suspended, their faces frozen in expressions of terror, creating a nightmarish scene that pressed heavily on the mind.
Alice forced herself to keep moving. Her gaze stopped on a massive cylindrical tank filled with liquid. Inside was a naked woman, her body curled inward, eyes tightly shut, floating silently.
"She's your replica," Jack said calmly.
Alice approached the tank and placed her palm against the cold glass. She stared at the face inside—it was exactly the same as her own. Same features. Same scars. Same existence stolen and copied.
"So many 'you' exist," Jack asked quietly. "What do you plan to do?"
Before Alice could answer—
"Roar—!"
A massive tentacle burst out, tearing through the air toward Jack.
Jack moved instantly. "Done hiding? Dr. Isaacs—no, I should call you Tyrant now."
He dodged the attack effortlessly. The tentacle slammed into the tank instead.
Huā lā!
The glass shattered violently. Liquid poured out as the replica Alice opened her eyes and fell to the floor.
"Ah—!" Alice cried out. Without hesitation, she pulled the blade from her leg and hurled it forward.
"Roar!"
A painful roar echoed through the laboratory as the blade struck the Tyrant's shoulder, blood splattering across the walls.
The battle had begun.