From the outside, the Umbrella Corporation research base building looked no different from other high-rise buildings.
Equally shiny, with clean glass windows sparkling under the afternoon sun.
"But... the absence of any abnormalities is the biggest abnormality of all."
Looking at the building completely undamaged, its interior office layout appearing as if workers had just left—still filled with signs of life—
The only oddity was that Aslan detected no living creatures inside.
It was eerily silent.
"Aslan-chan, I feel like it's kind of creepy in here."
Shizuka tightly hugged Aslan's arm, a bit frightened, perhaps hoping it would give her a little sense of safety.
After all, anyone could tell something was off here.
Even though the virus had spread suddenly, survivors fleeing and infected zombies would still make some noise.
Especially considering the noise Aslan had made earlier—it was impossible for the zombies here not to have heard it.
They should have come out.
Yet there were no traces of zombies walking around here at all.
Then, urged by Aslan, Shizuka gathered her courage, gripped her shield, and walked into the research base alongside Aslan and Saeko.
"Warning—danger!"
Saeko tightly gripped her sword and signaled Aslan to stop.
Suddenly, a blood-red monster—appearing skinned and exposing raw flesh—rushed from the distance.
Wielding sharp claws, it lunged at Aslan and the others.
*WHOOSH!* *WHOOSH!*
But with two swift slashes from Saeko's sword, one head flew off, and the remaining body was cleanly split in two.
The sharpness of her magically enhanced blade was still slightly beyond Saeko's comprehension.
In that confrontation, she hadn't felt the slightest resistance. She'd effortlessly killed the zombie just now?
Zombie? Was that even a zombie? Or some other monster?
Aslan wasn't quite sure. After all, he only half-understood the plot of High School of the Dead, and High School of the Dead itself was an unfinished manga.
Now this world even had Umbrella Corporation—so if something else appeared, Aslan wouldn't be too surprised.
"Look, the monster's body disappeared!"
Shizuka pointed at where the monster had fallen, speaking with slight panic. Its body had clearly been there just moments ago!
This place was so strange!
"It didn't disappear—it melted, dissolved into blood."
Aslan explained. Shizuka hadn't noticed, but he had seen it very clearly.
Even the blood that the monster had melted into was still trying to attack them.
But it was blocked by Aslan's spatial shield and couldn't get near them at all.
Aslan didn't want to get touched by such a disgusting thing!
Realizing that even after dissolving into blood, it still couldn't reach Aslan and the others, the monster became frustrated.
Or rather, it wasn't just one monster—it was a group!
In an instant, blood from who-knows-where covered the entire floor. Only the area protected by Aslan's spatial shield remained the sole safe zone.
From within the pool of blood, a pair of hands with sharp claws—appearing clad in black armor—emerged.
If Aslan hadn't known that the blood layer was only about a dozen centimeters thick, and that they were still standing on the floor, he might have been fooled.
They weren't crawling out of the blood—they were transforming from the blood.
As Aslan calmly touched his chin, waiting for these monsters to finish transforming so he could see what kind of monsters they were,
He noticed their distinctive black armor, sharp claws, and tentacles.
"Wow, I thought the World War Z parkour zombies were the limit, but turns out there's another expert here!"
Yes, Aslan finally recognized these monsters.
The infamous Blacklight virus. This only deepened his curiosity—was there something extraordinary beneath this base?
"But why has our A-kun turned into a group now?"
Aslan sighed helplessly. He really had come to save the world.
If not for him, waiting for the Blacklight virus to evolve to withstand nuclear explosions, this world would truly be destroyed.
Aslan had no doubt that this thing—possibly or possibly not the Blacklight virus—had likely already evolved to resist nuclear blasts.
Otherwise, they wouldn't be mass-producing A-kun.
Seeing Saeko looking eager to try, Aslan held her shoulder.
"Enough, Saeko. You're no match for them."
"I'll handle it."
Saeko obediently sheathed her sword and stepped back behind Aslan, next to Shizuka.
After instructing Saeko and Shizuka to stay put, Aslan stepped out of the spatial shield.
He observed this mass-produced group of A-kun variants, but before Aslan could even speak,
A divine, godlike voice echoed from all directions.
"You and I are both gods. Why don't we join in this boundless evolution?"
It said so. After all, it had clearly seen Aslan's actions outside.
In an instant, Aslan had blown up the entire city in a way completely incomprehensible to it.
It couldn't guarantee it could withstand Aslan's current attack.
"God? Just you? Hehe!"
Hearing the monster's arrogant words, Aslan couldn't help but mock it.
Unable to destroy a planet in a single strike—did it really deserve to call itself a god?
He himself didn't dare call himself a god. He was just a beginner who had just received Divinity.
Ten thousand heavenly soldiers surrounding Sun Wukong? That was his level.
"Whatever, I'm too lazy for long talks."
Aslan shook his head. He extended his hand and clenched it tightly. A card depicting Umbrella Corporation and its underground base appeared in his hand.
To prevent battle damage to the data here from fighting... whoever this was—whatever, let's just call it Mother for now—
To prevent data damage from fighting Mother, Aslan first transformed this location into a land card—Umbrella Corporation Research Base.
He was now feeling a bit bored. After all, this might be the final boss.
He'd just finish it off, wrap it up, and return to Little Garden. He still wasn't sure about the time flow rate between Little Garden and this world.
Alright, to be honest, the author doesn't know how to drag this out anymore. After all, this really is a dungeon meant to be cleared quickly.
A Five-Digit Spatial God quickly clearing a Resident Evil-themed dungeon—he just doesn't know how to make it longer.