As Orsaga activated his makeshift flying machine and lifted off from the hospital rooftop, back in the lab, the pieces of William Birkin—once carved into chunks—began to twitch and regenerate, transforming into yet another grotesque form.
But this wasn't the G3 four-armed form familiar from the original plotline.
No—this time, after being diced into bits by Orsaga, William had mutated in a new direction.
His human face had vanished entirely, replaced by a twisted, half-human, half-wolf head.
His body had grown to nearly three meters tall, veins bulging crimson across exposed muscle tissue—like a skinned animal in constant motion.
His arms had become monstrous claws, each fingertip ending in bone-like blades sharp enough to slice steel.
His legs had taken on a reverse-jointed structure, built for leaping and sprinting.
And those signature G-Virus eyeballs?
They were still there—one on each hand, and a third on his back.
This version of William looked leaner, faster—like a biomechanical werewolf standing upright, sculpted for speed and aggression.
He took a deep sniff of the air, then bounded to a nearby window in two steps. Clinging to the smooth outer wall with tiny suction pads on his limbs, he climbed up effortlessly.
When he reached the rooftop where Orsaga's aircraft had taken off, William turned his head toward the sky.
The faintest traces in the wind allowed him to sense Orsaga's general direction.
But unfortunately, he couldn't fly.
So all he could do… was rage.
With a furious howl toward the Sky, William descended once more into the hospital.
There, he resumed his bloody feast—ripping apart zombies and bio-mutants to absorb their biomass and replenish his strength.
Orsaga's earlier attack hadn't been fatal, but it had drained him.
He needed to refuel.
—
At the supermarket...
Orsaga casually parked his flying device and pulled the blue serum from his pocket.
He tossed it into the machine he'd rigged together earlier.
After sealing the machine's only input/output hatch, he hummed a tune and pressed its lone button.
"Vrrrrrrrr——"
The machine roared to life like an overworked engine, its interior pounding with noise, the exterior casing trembling faintly.
A few seconds passed.
"BOOM!"
With a thunderous blast, a palm-sized blue crystal launched from the machine's chimney-like nozzle, rocketing upward at supersonic speed.
It soared high, disappearing into the atmosphere, where it finally began to slow.
But before it could fall back down...
It exploded.
The crystal shattered into a fine powder, carried across the globe by high-altitude jet streams.
In due time, that dust would return to the earth—through rainfall, mist, or some other form.
But Orsaga didn't bother worrying about any of that.
Having tossed in the serum, he turned his focus to the more important matter at hand:
Barbecue.
He welded a heating plate onto his flying machine and began rummaging through the supermarket for ingredients.
"Wagyu? Meh, meat's meat…"
"Matsutake mushrooms? Eh, they'll do."
Then—
"Ooh?"
He opened one of the stockroom doors and was genuinely surprised by what he saw:
A massive green snake, nearly ten meters long, curled up and sleeping.
From the slither marks nearby, Orsaga quickly deduced that it had just eaten and come here to digest.
[Side Mission: Eliminate T-Virus Mutated Creature: Venom Viper — Reward: 3,500 Points]
"Ah! Fresh wild game!"
Orsaga beamed.
The reward points were secondary—this was about flavor.
The snake, sensing his presence at last, slowly raised its massive head and locked eyes with him.
It had already eaten its fill on zombies, but hey—what's one more snack?
With a lazy motion, it lunged to bite.
And that was the end of it.
Orsaga dodged with a casual lean of his torso, then used the snake's momentum to his advantage, his longsword slipped effortlessly between the armored scales and struck a vital point.
With a flick of the blade—
The giant viper trembled once,
then collapsed—dead on the spot.
One second.
That's all it took.
Despite being harder to deal with than even a Tyrant, the wild mutant boss died like a lowly mob in front of Orsaga.
At this stage, unless he faced something absurdly fast—like that mysterious guide from earlier, whose movements Orsaga couldn't even see, let alone react to—
he was practically untouchable.
Normal attacks? Useless.
And his own attacks?
Always aimed at vital points.
If he landed a hit, the enemy was either crippled—or dead.
He flicked the blood off his blade and began carving up the meat with a grin.
—
Ten minutes later...
Orsaga had set up a makeshift windscreen, arranged his ingredients, and re-launched his flying aircraft.
He took to the skies—cooking as he flew, savoring his grilled meat.
—
Meanwhile, at the extraction point William had provided...
Gunfire echoed endlessly. A fierce firefight had erupted.
On one side: Alice and her allies.
On the other: Umbrella's forces.
Behind cover, Huang Liu turned to the others.
"I'll try to give you guys an opening. Take it when you see a chance."
Wounded and exhausted, he was no longer in condition to charge headfirst into battle.
At best, he could offer suppressive fire.
Leon looked confused.
"What do you mean by 'take a chance'?"
Even with the system's translator, the phrase didn't quite make sense.
Like a half-baked auto-translation—barely intelligible.
Huang Liu blinked at the sea of foreign faces (two-thirds of their squad were non-Chinese), sighed, and explained:
"It means—look for the right opportunity and go for it."
The foreigners nodded. "Ohhh, got it!"
Just as Huang Liu was about to give the go-ahead—
Draco suddenly heard something above them.
Everyone instinctively raised their guns and looked skyward.
Huang Liu squinted.
His expression froze.
He saw Orsaga.
Chilling in his flying machine.
Grilling meat.
Beside him, Li Wei immediately recognized him as the lone Purgator from earlier.
His heart filled with envy.
"Damn... he looks so cool!"
Watching Orsaga fly past—smoke curling from skewered meat while they were down here getting slaughtered—
All three Purgators felt the sting of profound jealousy.
Alice and the others stared, confused.
They had no idea what to make of the guy barbecuing mid-air in the middle of a war zone.
Except for Jill.
She recognized him at once.
That thief from earlier—the guy who'd stolen a battery bike and mocked her.
If looks could kill, Jill's glare would've turned into laser beams.
—
Atop one of Umbrella's towers...
"Hmph!. These fools are just struggling in vain."
Watching the chaotic firefight on his screen, the Umbrella commander sneered.
He took a slow sip of red wine.
Then… he heard something strange above him.
Frowning, he tilted his head up—
And saw Orsaga.
Sitting in a low-flying aircraft.
Holding a slice of grilled beef rib.
Drifting past—calm as ever.
"???"
The commander blinked.
Then slapped himself.
Looked again.
Nothing.
Just an empty sky.
He swirled the wine in his glass and mumbled in confusion:
"What the hell did I just see…?
Did I drink too much?
How strong is this wine…?"
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