Let's talk about our protagonist, Su Yu.Since this was his first time traveling between worlds—and because Alaya had forcibly thrown him in—Su Yu fainted in the most dramatic way possible.
He didn't know how much time had passed (and of course, you don't know when you're unconscious), but eventually Su Yu slowly woke up. Opening his eyes, he found himself lying in a fast-moving carriage.
"I didn't expect the most promising newcomer this round to be such a little guy!"
The speaker was a black-haired man with a scarred face, puffing on a cigarette as he looked at Su Yu.
"Uh… who are you? And where is this?"
Su Yu asked the intimidating man. Glancing around, he saw six others lying in the carriage—four men and two women. Their faces were clearly Chinese. Something about them felt familiar, but he couldn't place where he had seen them before.
Not far away, a dozen foreigners were speaking among themselves. Although Su Yu had never passed English Level B before his time travel, as a "fantasy" being he could mimic the abilities of fictional characters—including language—so he understood them without issue. Still, he wasn't in the mood to eavesdrop.
"My name's Zhang Jie," said the man. "But that's not important. Just think carefully, and everything you want to know will come to mind."
As soon as Zhang Jie introduced himself, Su Yu understood exactly where he was. His heart sank.
Uuugh… how could I be this unlucky? Of all places, I end up here?!
No sane person would want to end up in a restricted world. Even with abilities, the bloodshed here was beyond what normal people could stomach.
Trying to keep calm, Su Yu closed his eyes and let the information surface:This was a game. A game designed for people who had lost the will to live in reality—forcing them to constantly push their limits.
Two or three minutes later, the first of the others stirred: a man in an office suit. This was the legendary Zheng Zha.
But Su Yu didn't bother with him. Instead, he was already talking to Xiao Ling in his mind, trying to get her to take him away.
"No," Xiao Ling replied flatly.
"Why?"
"Because when you arrive in a new world, you must wait before leaving. The world needs time to adjust. If you leave immediately, it disrupts the balance and causes great harm," she explained seriously, pushing her glasses up.
"So there's no choice… I have to stay for a while," Su Yu sighed.
What Xiao Ling said was true—partly. Yes, adjustment was needed… but she could have done it in a second. She was clearly holding a grudge, still annoyed that Su Yu had "given her" to Gaia earlier.
Soon, the rest of the newcomers woke, looking dazed.
"Where are we? Who are you?" asked Zheng Zha.
"Close your eyes and think. You'll understand," Zhang Jie said, putting out his cigarette.
Then, in a deceptively calm tone, he said:
"Rookies, welcome to the world of Resident Evil. It's a simple world. Even if you're about to die, you'll die very easily."
Cold sweat broke out across everyone's foreheads. Closing their eyes, they read the instructions burned into their minds by the Lord God and grasped their situation.
Su Yu, too, shook off his initial shock. If he couldn't leave, he might as well join the plot—and maybe earn some points to exchange for interesting items.
"Stay alive at all costs and fight," Zhang Jie told them. "This may be a game, but if you die here, you're dead for real. There's no resurrection."
"How do you know? Maybe you go back if you die?" a chubby man beside Zheng Zha piped up.
Su Yu studied him—ah, yes, the typical early-plot "lucky" side character who thinks he's safe. In reality, he'd probably be the first to go.
"Hmph. Want to test it?" Zhang Jie sneered. He yanked out a pistol and shoved it into the fat man's mouth. "I've been through three horror worlds. In the first, A Nightmare on Elm Street, I had two veteran teammates. Do you know what that means? They were ten thousand times stronger than you—survivors of many worlds, stronger than elite agents. And they still died—shredded in their dreams, reduced to rotting flesh before my eyes. I've felt death myself—locked in a freezing factory, watching my body torn apart bit by bit. Want to try?"
Su Yu couldn't help but respect him. To survive that and keep going required terrifying willpower.
The fat man, pale and trembling, didn't dare move.
"So… can we go back?" Su Yu asked, breaking the tension.
"Yes. Gather fifty thousand points," Zhang Jie replied, his tone cooling.
"Fifty… thousand?"
"A thousand points per cleared world. Pass fifty, and you can go home. But points are also used for other things—you can ask the Lord God later. No time now. The horror movie's about to begin. Check the watch on your wrist."
Everyone looked.
"Matthew Addison."
A black man among the foreign soldiers nearby turned his head at the name.
"What do the numbers mean?" someone asked, pointing at the steadily ticking digits.
"That's the time left in this world. When it runs out, we return to the Lord God's resting area until the next movie. The rules are simple: talk to the plot characters if you want, but if you reveal the plot, you'll lose points. Drop below zero, and you're erased."
The train slowed and came to a stop.
The Resident Evil world had begun.