On the streets of Raccoon City, William Birkin had lost nearly all sense of reason.
Under the influence of the G-Virus, his body had undergone grotesque mutations—a massive eyeball had sprouted on his right shoulder.
His strength had increased dramatically, and not only had all his previous injuries healed, but even his once-crippled legs had fully recovered.
Since escaping Umbrella's facility, his instincts had driven him into a frenzy.
Using his grotesquely swollen right arm, complete with the eyeball, he had slaughtered and devoured every zombie and Licker he came across—turning their flesh into sustenance.
And as the hunt continued, the energy in his body reached a new threshold.
With a sky-piercing roar, his already misshapen right arm underwent a further transformation.
Its five fingers elongated into razor-sharp bone claws, and his head—previously located at his shoulders—was now buried into his chest, squeezed down by the mutated muscle mass.
Having completed his first evolution, William turned his mutated gaze in a specific direction.
With his enhanced sense of smell, he could detect the scent of living humans.
And to him, that was better food than the undead.
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Inside the lab...
"Done!"
Orsaga looked at the two completed serums in his hands—one a bright blue, the other a deep crimson—and nodded in satisfaction.
They'd turned out even better than he'd expected.
"Hell yeah. Bottoms up."
Without hesitation, he picked up the red serum and downed it in one go.
"Hmm… watermelon flavor. Glad I didn't skip the flavoring."
Tossing the empty vial aside, he turned his attention to the blue one. The red serum was the antidote and vaccine for the blue—so naturally, it had to be consumed first.
Otherwise, once he released the blue serum's effects, he would've been the first victim. After all, at the moment he was still a perfectly average human, with no immunity to viruses.
He tucked the blue vial into his pocket and turned to leave, intending to return to the supermarket to put its machinery to use.
But just as he took a step forward…
He paused.
A sudden sense of foreboding gripped him. Instinctively, he pulled back the foot he'd just raised.
BOOM!
A section of the wall nearby exploded inward—bricks flew like shrapnel, smashing into the exact spot where he had been about to walk.
From the gaping hole in the wall, a twisted humanoid figure stepped through.
The left side of its body vaguely resembled a human—though the head had been squeezed down into the left side of its chest, and there was an unidentifiable protrusion between its shoulders.
Its right arm, however, had completely mutated into a massive claw. From the shoulder to the elbow—and even part of the right chest—was dominated by a single grotesque eyeball.
The eye moved, tracking Orsaga.
It was watching him.
Though Orsaga wasn't sure how clearly it could see, that didn't really matter.
A message flashed through his mind:
[Hidden Mission: Kill the G-Virus Host, William Birkin — 5,000 reward points]
Orsaga tilted his head and muttered to himself,
"Is this some kind of randomly spawned world boss?"
But there was no answer.
Having evolved into its G2 form, William didn't wait for pleasantries.
With a furious roar, he lunged forward, his clawed arm slashing down at Orsaga.
The attack was lightning-fast—an explosive pounce like a wild beast. Any normal person would've been torn apart instantly.
From the whoosh of the air alone, it was clear—getting hit once meant instant death.
But Orsaga wasn't a "normal person."
Long before William's claw came down, Orsaga had already read the muscle tension in his upper body and predicted the trajectory of the attack.
A casual shift of his body, and the blow missed him entirely.
No deep analysis. No effort. It was as effortless to him as breathing.
William, frustrated, launched another strike.
Then another.
Within seconds, the lab was filled with the roar of slicing wind, like a giant industrial fan running at full blast.
Every blow was strong enough to rip tigers apart and crush steel, but against Orsaga, they were sloppy—full of holes.
He moved with minimal effort, dodging everything with the grace of someone bored with the fight.
Ten seconds later, William had launched dozens of attacks.
Orsaga, however, stood calmly in place—never even bothering to shift his feet. He simply tilted his body here and there, avoiding everything.
After dodging another wild strike, he glanced at the wall clock.
Yawning lazily, he said,
"Jeez, it's already 3 a.m.? Time for a midnight snack."
As he spoke, he casually drew his longsword.
Flash.
The blade gleamed, slicing cleanly through the giant eye on William's arm.
Before William could react, Orsaga slashed several more times in rapid succession—each strike perfectly aligned with muscle fibers and bone structure.
When he finally stopped—
Blood burst from the wounds like a fountain.
Just like a butcher skillfully carving meat, Orsaga had sliced William into a dozen pieces in a single second.
It had been nearly 200 years since Orsaga's journey began.
Gone was the weakling who had once needed the system to survive.
Whether it was the near-endless knowledge he had gained from devouring trillions of souls, the stolen, traded, or forcefully extracted arcane secrets, or the ancient, abyssal bloodline that he had slowly awakened and explored.
All of it had brought him to this point.
Most abyssal demons could also absorb souls and inherit memories, but unlike Orsaga, they usually discarded most of what they absorbed—selecting only fragments or suppressing memories entirely.
Absorbing too many foreign memories could cause mental instability.
That was the main reason so many abyssal demons ended up utterly insane.
But Orsaga, thanks to his unique talents and an extremely powerful mind, had no such weakness. Perhaps he was simply born for this kind of thing.
He could absorb memories and knowledge indiscriminately—then organize and apply them at will.
With such mastery, his rate of growth far surpassed that of others.
Over time, new abilities had begun to manifest naturally.
He could glance at a creature and instantly analyze its anatomy—identify all weak points.
He could look into someone's eyes or observe a facial twitch and understand their thoughts.
It was like having the Eyes of Death Perception or mind-reading—but he rarely used them.
After all, in his true form, he didn't ask for things.
He took them.
But in his current state—living life as an ordinary human—those abilities and insights found new ways to shine.
From cobbling together a planetary bombardment ship from junk, to crafting viral bombs out of fruit, to splicing toxic genes into weeds…
There wasn't a single act of chaos he hadn't mastered.
Even if he lost all his powers one day—
As long as he had a pulse left in his body, he'd still be a walking disaster zone.
Now, looking down at the pile of twitching flesh on the floor, he frowned slightly.
Though William had been chopped into pieces, the meat was still writhing.
Analyzing the movement of the tissue, Orsaga realized the creature's life force wasn't tied to major organs—it was embedded within each cell.
In other words, standard methods of destruction wouldn't be enough.
You'd need to slice it finer… or burn it all.
Either way, it would take time.
And honestly, Orsaga didn't feel like wasting that time.
He had more important things to do.
Like eating.
Until he resolved the "I'm kinda hungry" situation, everything else was secondary.
If it could be handled easily—great. If not—then screw it.
As for the so-called reward points from the Matrix Purgatory System?
He didn't care.
This whole world was just a game to him anyway.
And the blue serum in his pocket?
That alone was enough to farm points whenever he needed.
So, with a nonchalant shrug, he slid his sword back into its sheath.
He turned his back on the regenerating meat pile without a second glance.
Humming a tune, he left the lab.
Retracing his steps, he returned to his makeshift aircraft—
and began the journey home.
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