Orsaga, who had only been casually flying past the battlefield, had no idea what Huang Liu and the others were thinking.
He also had no clue that the Umbrella commander now believed he'd been drinking counterfeit wine.
Chewing leisurely on his food, Orsaga pulled out a laptop and started casually hacking into a company's internal database.
This particular company specialized in building private survival bunkers for the wealthy.
Ever since the Cold War, rich folks in the Western world had loved that kind of thing. After all, back then, they'd come uncomfortably close to getting nuked in the face—literally.
That's why so many seemingly empty stretches of countryside might actually be hiding underground mansions built for the apocalypse.
Browsing through the company's records, Orsaga selected one bunker he liked, transferred full access to his current device, and then deleted all traces of the bunker's location from the original system.
"Got myself a new house~"
With that taken care of, he returned to his grilled meat in peace.
During the serum synthesis process, he had also taken some time to analyze the so-called T-Virus.
Based on his judgment—
If the local residents of this world intended to deal with the virus just by nuking Raccoon City, as the System had suggested…
It wasn't going to work.
The virus had already spread—through air, water, birds, insects. It had long escaped the city's limits.
It might take a few months, maybe a few years, but eventually the virus would spread across the globe.
Orsaga didn't particularly care. If this world had a "plot," that kind of development actually made a lot of sense.
Small crisis → turns out to be part of a bigger problem → things spiral → villains rise → everyone fights back → fails miserably → then a hero appears → saves the world → everyone's happy again.
He'd seen this cycle play out a million times.
After all, as an Abyssal Demon, his kind often got cast as the villains in exactly this kind of story.
They were practically genre veterans.
So as today's special guest villain, Orsaga figured he should offer a little help to his fellow evildoers.
But unlike Umbrella's slow, secretive T-Virus, his own blue serum was faster, stronger, and way more efficient.
By his calculations, it would take effect across the globe in two to three days.
By then, he'd be chilling in his new underground bunker.
While Umbrella planned to drag this out over years, Orsaga finished the job in a few days.
—
Back on the battlefield, Li Wei was feeling more hopeless by the second.
Surrounded once again by Umbrella soldiers and with every attempt to break through ending in failure, he sighed in despair:
"Yeah... it's over. We're so screwed…"
He was beyond exhausted.
He'd been mauled by Lickers, pounded by Tyrants, and shot at by Umbrella grunts.
He felt like he'd aged a decade in one day.
Beside him, Leon tried to offer a sliver of hope:
"For the love of God, I think we should at least try—"
BANG!
A ricochet smacked into Leon's shoulder, spraying blood.
"Aw, shit! Damn it, God!"
Through gritted teeth, he added,
"Okay, yeah, trying's overrated."
Everyone around them sighed in quiet resignation.
Then—
The gunfire stopped.
A booming male voice echoed through nearby speakers:
"Alice, you've lost. Come out and surrender peacefully."
"Motherfu—"
Chris muttered angrily, peeking out to get a look.
There, on top of a building, stood a man holding a microphone, looking down at them from his lofty perch.
Naturally, the smug jerk noticed Chris spying.
But all he did was sneer:
"Don't bother trying to break out. There are over two hundred soldiers here. You don't stand a chance. If you drop your weapons now, I—"
BANG.
A sudden gunshot rang out behind him.
He turned, confused.
But before he could even react, a tremendous force slammed into him, sending his body flying like a rag doll.
His agonized scream ended in a sickening splat—
As he crash-landed next to Chris and the others from over twenty stories up.
Bits of his brains even splattered onto Chris's stunned face.
Everyone froze.
Chris blinked.
"…What just happened?"
The others peeked out cautiously, equally confused.
Seeing the mangled corpse on the ground, Alice scowled.
"Umbrella's disgusting. They're killing civilians now just to scare us into surrendering!"
Chris paused a few seconds, then hesitantly said:
"…Pretty sure that was actually one of Umbrella's executives."
"Wait, what?"
Alice frowned, looking down again.
"You mean... they're trying to intimidate us by suiciding their own men?"
Li Wei, eyes sparkling with joy, exclaimed:
"Then this couldn't be going better!"
Just then, gunfire and screams erupted again from the building's rooftop.
The soldiers surrounding them suddenly looked confused and panicked.
Leon squinted.
"Wait... are they fighting each other up there?"
Seconds later—
A monstrous figure appeared at the rooftop's edge.
Its upper body looked like a wolfman,
Its lower body like a massive spider.
Its skin was covered in… big, adorable eyeballs.
It was chewing on a corpse, and glaring at everyone below with blood-red eyes.
Bullets immediately rained down on it from all directions.
It shrieked in pain—but didn't fall. Instead, blood just poured steadily from its body.
Then, with a sudden leap, its spidery limbs pushed off—
and it glided from the rooftop straight into the crowd.
Landing beside one unfortunate soldier, it casually backhanded him.
WHAM!
The man flew over ten meters, instantly killed.
The Umbrella soldiers weren't about to sit still—they opened fire again.
Amid the chaos, the monster let out a string of garbled roars and growls.
Draco listened carefully.
"…Did it just say… Sherry?"
He turned slowly toward the little girl beside him.
Unlike the rest of the group—bloody, bruised, and limping—
Sherry Birkin was completely unharmed, aside from some dirt on her clothes.
"Hey, kid," Draco asked cautiously.
"What's your dad's name?"
Sherry blinked, confused, but answered timidly:
"William. William Birkin. He's a really amazing scientist!"
Hearing that name, Draco looked back at the monster, now fighting off a swarm of Umbrella operatives.
All those eyeballs.
It suddenly clicked.
"Goddamn it…"
'In the game, this guy was supposed to be a tragic genius. In the movie, they made him a chubby disabled dude with silver glasses… and now he's turned into this mutated eyeball-spider-werewolf abomination?'
He was mid-rant when Alice chimed in, excited:
"Perfect! While that monster's keeping Umbrella busy,
let's make a run for it!"
Draco gave up trying to process it all. Instead, he and the others began to quietly, carefully retreat.
No more questions.
Time to go.
__
🎉 Shoutout to Mister What! 🎉
A huge thank you to Mister What for joining my Patreon and supporting the journey! Your support means a lot and helps keep the chapters coming faster. Welcome to the VIP club! 🙌✨