"What?!" I was utterly shocked, and for four reasons.
First, I was invited to become a leader in the FBC or BSAA, despite my strong reluctance to be a hero here.
Second, due to the incident in Spain, the Plaga infection was clear, and luckily, samples had already been sent. Ada, on the other hand, completely didn't remember our passionate night, but she sometimes "lost touch of reality" when she spoke to me.
Third, various incidents occurred in this world because my Plaga originated from Tricell, and many of the B.O.W.s that woman developed became a major source of powerful B.O.W.s, making it hard for even organizations to deal with Tricell due to the sudden, major boost in B.O.W. amplification.
Fourth, President Graham wanted me to be a Minister dealing with B.O.W.s.
"I wholeheartedly refuse, thank you." I left casually, as if unburdened.
"Wesker, what do you mean you refuse?" I didn't answer Chris's question and immediately covered my ears with excellent noise-canceling headphones.
I had observed and witnessed various incidents here, from every game, movie, and even animated movie of Resident Evil before my own game's plot 5. I monitored and continued doing dirty work, and now the Organization began to move to eliminate me. However, I had already made plans and read their movements.
I went to the Spencer Mansion and killed Spencer. He held the ideology of a deceased man; I had no interest in it. Suddenly, the BSAA appeared, and the revelation was clear: they saw me crushing Spencer's head with my bare hand, which was already the nail in the coffin.
"You are late."
"Wesker, I knew you are the perpetrator of this many outbreaks!"
"Me, an outbreak? It seems the saying is right: no matter how many good deeds I've done, people only point to my bad deeds. I never caused any outbreak since the last Raccoon City incident. Yes, I created the Zombie Soldier T-Soldier, but an outbreak? I am a bad guy, but I'm not a monster."
"You talk too much," Jill retorted, firing a shot at me. I didn't bother to dodge the bullet, letting it hit me. The bullet ricocheted off my hardened skin, making me exhale in mild irritation.
"Seems words aren't enough to convince you." I walked toward them, and they opened fire, raining bullets upon me. My body, completely hardened, absorbed the impacts without flinching.
Each step I took was deliberate, closing the distance between us despite the hail of gunfire. Jill's eyes widened in disbelief as she watched the bullets bounce off me harmlessly. Her expression shifted from anger to frustration as she realized her efforts were futile.
With a flick of my wrist, I sent a shockwave through the air, disarming the nearest soldier. The weapon clattered to the ground, and the soldier stumbled back in shock. Jill's grip on her gun tightened, her determination unwavering.
"You can't stop me, Jill. Your bullets are useless against me," I taunted, my voice calm and measured. "But I admire your spirit. It's what makes you a worthy challenge."
Jill's jaw clenched, and she shifted her stance, preparing for close combat. She lunged at me, her movements precise and calculated. I parried her strikes effortlessly, our bodies moving in a deadly dance of skill and power.
As we fought, I couldn't help but admire her tenacity. She was a formidable opponent, her every move driven by a fierce determination to bring me down. But I was relentless, my strength and agility far surpassing hers.
With a swift motion, I caught her wrist, twisting it just enough to disarm her. Her gun clattered to the ground, and I pulled her closer, my grip unyielding. Our faces were inches apart, her breath coming in quick, shallow bursts.
"Is that all you've got, Jill? You'll need more than that to defeat me." Just then, Chris charged at me, landing a jab on my face. I stood unflinching, unfazed by his attempt.
"Chris," I acknowledged calmly. His attacks grew more intense, each strike more forceful than the last, but I absorbed them all effortlessly. Finally, I grabbed his hand and tossed him across the room with a swift motion. Chris landed with a thud, coughing and vomiting blood as the other BSAA members stared in shock.
"Come on, KILL ME," I taunted, my voice slow and threatening. Despite holding back significantly, I projected an air of utter dominance.
They fired relentlessly, emptying their magazines without a second thought. I continued to walk toward them, undeterred by the hail of bullets that bounced off me harmlessly. They had never seen someone so impervious to their attacks.
Desperation flashed in Jill's eyes as she realized the futility of their efforts. She reached for a grenade launcher, her last resort. The room fell silent for a moment as she aimed the weapon at me, her hands shaking slightly.
With a determined expression, she pulled the trigger. The grenade shot out, heading straight for me. In a blur of motion, I caught it mid-air and crushed it in my hand, the explosive powder and fragments spilling harmlessly to the floor.
"Is that the best you can do?" I asked, my tone almost mocking.
"You can't defeat me with brute force alone." Jill's eyes widened in disbelief, and a flicker of doubt crossed her face. The BSAA members looked at each other, unsure of their next move. Their weapons were useless, and their leader was incapacitated.
I took a step closer, my presence imposing.
"You see, Jill, Chris, this is the difference between us. You fight with passion and conviction, but you lack the power to back it up." Chris struggled to his feet, his face contorted with pain and determination.
"This isn't over, Wesker," he spat, wiping the blood from his mouth. I tilted my head, a faint smile playing on my lips.
"Talk about 'over,' here, catch," I said with a smirk, tossing Chris a vial. His reflexes took over, and he caught it, but the glass cracked in his grip.
"Congratulations, that's T-Virus Plague. Now the T-Virus will infect the whole world. In less than 24 hours, everyone across the globe will be infected, and you'll truly see what 'over' looks like."
Chris's face twisted with rage, and he lunged at me, trying to beat the living hell out of me. His fists landed on my hardened body, each blow a testament to his fury and desperation. But it was hopeless. The T-Virus was already spreading, and his anger could do nothing to stop it.
He screamed in frustration, his punches growing weaker with each strike.
"You bastard! You won't get away with this!" I stood there, unflinching, letting him vent his rage.
"It's already done, Chris. The world will change, and there's nothing you can do about it." Jill, recovering from the shock, aimed her gun at me again, her hands trembling.
"We'll find a way to stop you, Wesker. We always do." I laughed, a cold, hollow sound.
"You're welcome to try, Jill. But this time, you're too late." Chris's strength finally gave out, and he collapsed to his knees, clutching the cracked vial. His eyes were filled with a mix of hatred and despair.
"Why? Why do this?" I knelt down, looking him in the eye.
"Because, Chris, evolution demands it. The world needs to be cleansed, and the T-Virus is the tool to do it. Only the strong will survive, and humanity will be reborn." With that, I stood up, turning my back on them once more.
"I'll be watching. Let's see if you can survive the new world order." I walked away, leaving behind a scene of chaos and hopelessness. The T-Virus was unleashed, and the countdown had begun. The world would never be the same, and I would be there to witness its transformation.
As I exited the building, I could hear Chris's anguished cries echoing behind me. He and Jill would fight, as they always did, but this time, the stakes were higher than ever. The game was set, and the pieces were in motion.
The future was uncertain, but one thing was clear: the era of Wesker had truly begun.
And the revelation began. The world plunged into total chaos as the T-Virus rapidly mutated, spreading uncontrollably. Country after country fell, their governments overwhelmed by the sheer volume of mutated zombies. Entire cities were overrun, and the global infrastructure began to crumble under the weight of the pandemic.
Nations scrambled to respond, deploying their militaries in a desperate attempt to contain the outbreak. But it was futile. The T-Virus was relentless, and its mutations made the infected stronger and more resilient. Panic spread faster than the virus itself, and societal collapse seemed inevitable.
The United Nations declared a global state of emergency, initiating a manhunt for me, the architect of this catastrophe. They deployed their best agents, mobilized resources, and called for international cooperation to bring me to justice. But they had no idea where to look.
Unbeknownst to them, I was hidden away on the moon, watching my greatest canvas unfold. From my vantage point, I observed the chaos with a detached sense of satisfaction. The moon base, equipped with advanced technology and all the luxuries I required, allowed me to monitor the earth in real time.
The world's response was predictable. Governments imposed martial law, cities were quarantined, and the media was saturated with images of despair and destruction. Humanity was fighting a losing battle, and I was the only one who knew the full extent of what was to come.
On the moon, I relished the irony. They were hunting for me, the mastermind behind their suffering, yet I was out of their reach, watching them struggle like ants in a magnifying glass. I had orchestrated the ultimate test of survival, and only the fittest would endure.
Days turned into weeks, and the situation on Earth grew increasingly dire. The T-Virus had no cure, and every attempt to halt its spread ended in failure. Nations that once prided themselves on their power and stability were reduced to ruins. The infected roamed freely, turning the world into a living nightmare.
As I observed, I took meticulous notes, documenting the societal collapse, the resilience of the survivors, and the various adaptations humans made in their struggle for survival. This was more than a mere outbreak; it was an experiment in evolution, and I was its conductor.
Yet, amidst the chaos, there were pockets of resistance. Groups of survivors banded together, finding ways to defend themselves and build new communities. Their ingenuity and determination were impressive, and I watched with interest as they adapted to the new world.
The world had become a twisted amalgamation of dystopian horrors, reminiscent of the chaos in Dying Light, The Last of Us, and The Walking Dead. Cities were overrun with hordes of the infected, and the once-civilized world was now a playground for death and despair. I delighted in the destruction I had wrought, knowing that even future villains like Simmons and Miranda were now guarding their research with heightened paranoia due to the sudden outbreak.
Zeus, my most formidable Tyrant, roamed freely, gathering invaluable information about these emerging threats and potential allies. His presence ensured that no secret was beyond my reach. I had also released Alexia, but her freedom was short-lived. Within three days, the combined forces of the T-virus, Z-virus, T-Veronica, and the Plaga hive mind overwhelmed her. This perfect storm of viruses and parasites made every infected creature share a collective consciousness. The moment one zombie detected a human, the entire horde would converge on their location, including the mutated and genetically enhanced ones.
The G-virus played its part perfectly, increasing the intelligence and resilience of the infected. These bio-organic weapons (B.O.Ws) were more deadly than ever, acting as walking tanks with the cunning of predators. They could strategize, ambush, and adapt to any resistance they encountered.
The world was now a canvas painted with chaos and death. The once mighty nations had fallen, their streets filled with the groans of the undead and the cries of the living. Survivors huddled in makeshift shelters, fighting for every scrap of food and every moment of peace.
In the survivor shelter, the air was thick with tension. The settlement's defenses were fully mobilized, their weapons trained on the imposing figure that had just appeared. Zeus, the towering Tyrant, stood at the entrance, carrying a large, ominous box. The shelter's inhabitants, their nerves frayed by constant threat, braced for what was to come.
"I am not hostile," Zeus declared, his voice calm and measured, yet laced with an underlying menace that made his words even more chilling.
He placed the large box on the ground and opened it slowly, revealing another, smaller box within. As he carefully removed the second box, the shelter's residents watched with bated breath, their guns still trained on him. Zeus's calm demeanor contrasted sharply with their frantic state.
With deliberate movements, Zeus took out a smoke container from the smaller box. It was a seemingly innocuous object, but its contents held a dark promise. As he smashed the container with a powerful punch, a cloud of gas erupted into the air. The survivors, reacting instinctively, opened fire, their bullets having no impact on the unyielding Tyrant. Zeus walked forward, completely unharmed by their desperate barrage.
The gas spread rapidly, enveloping the shelter and seeping into the outside world. The survivors' initial panic was replaced by a stunned silence as they watched the gas's effects unfold. The world outside was soon blanketed by the mysterious smoke, and what happened next was nothing short of miraculous.
The T-Virus's relentless infection began to reverse. The once-mutated zombies, with their grotesque forms, started to revert to their original human states. The deceased, those who had fallen victim to the chaos, were resurrected. The gas triggered an extraordinary phenomenon, undoing the damage wrought by the outbreak and bringing back those who had died.
For a brief moment, it seemed like a miracle. The horrific nightmare of the T-Virus was being rolled back, offering a glimmer of hope in the wake of utter despair. The survivors, who had been on the brink of collapse, were now witnessing the return of their lost loved ones and the restoration of a semblance of normalcy.
However, the respite was short-lived. The world had experienced five months of doomsday-like chaos, and the scars of the outbreak ran deep. The survivors, while grateful for the return of their people, were left grappling with the psychological and physical toll of the catastrophe. The chaos had not only tested their survival skills but had also exposed the fragility of their existence.
I was deeply satisfied, viewing the events like a twisted fantasy—a monster saving people, rather than a hero in shining armor or one wielding a legendary sword. The irony and perverse pleasure of the situation were not lost on me. The world had been reshaped by my hand, and the chaos that ensued was both a testament to my power and a spectacle to savor.
I decided to return to Earth, taking refuge in Tricell. Despite the grand scale of the chaos I had unleashed, Excella was incredibly paranoid about my presence. She was acutely aware of the upheaval I had caused over the past five months and was deeply suspicious of any further disruptions I might bring.
Tricell's current state was far from stable, but that was precisely what made it an ideal hideout. The global upheaval provided me with the perfect cover. With the world in disarray, my actions and whereabouts could easily be masked by the larger chaos.
Excella's paranoia was both a challenge and an opportunity. Her fear and suspicion meant she would be heavily guarded and on high alert, but it also meant that she might make mistakes or overlook certain details in her frantic attempts to maintain control. The chaos was my ally, allowing me to maneuver within the shadows, undetected and unchallenged.
I decided to transform Tricell into a crucial force for rebuilding the world, presenting it as a pillar of support and a symbol of progress. Excella, despite her paranoia and the underlying truth of my manipulation, was hailed for her significant contributions to this global recovery. Her public image was carefully curated to reflect the success and stability Tricell was supposedly bringing to the world.
However, the façade of Tricell's success was soon under threat. Rival companies, eager to take advantage of the shifting global dynamics, began a smear campaign against Tricell. They painted it as a failed enterprise and accused it of various crimes and malpractices. The onslaught of slander and propaganda took its toll, eroding public trust and political support, ultimately pushing Tricell toward collapse.
By the time Tricell's downfall was imminent, I had already completed my next project. This was not the Ouroboros, but a revolutionary Cure for the Progenitor Virus. The cure held the potential to not only rectify the catastrophic effects of the Progenitor Virus but also to set the stage for a new era of control and influence.
As Tricell's situation deteriorated, I received an unexpected invitation. The message was both a challenge and an opportunity, and it led me to a confrontation that was as inevitable as it was intriguing. I found myself in the heart of Tricell's base, facing an assembly of my most persistent adversaries.
Chris, Sheva, Jill, and a contingent of UN forces stood before me, their expressions a mix of anger and determination. They had come for me, driven by their relentless pursuit and the global mandate to bring me to justice.
"Wesker!" Chris's voice rang out, filled with the intensity of long-standing frustration and vengeance.
"Oh my, how was the End for you?" I responded with a chilling calm, the faintest hint of a smile playing on my lips.
"Did you enjoy the five months of chaos and despair?"
As Chris's words echoed through the Tricell base, his fury was palpable. "You will suffer for what you've done!" he declared, the weight of his words underscored by the intensity of his anger.
I couldn't help but respond with a cold, detached amusement. "Ah, perhaps Claire and the others were infected too. Did you see them transform into grotesque monsters? Quite a sight to behold, really. Claire was particularly striking in her mutated form, though it's a pity she didn't evolve further."
Chris's rage was palpable, and without another word, he opened fire. The bullets flew at me with relentless precision, but I was ready. My movements were fluid and deliberate, effortlessly dodging the onslaught of projectiles.
With a sinister smile playing on my lips, I began to retaliate with equal determination. My attacks were swift, precise, and devastating. Each strike was calculated to incapacitate rather than kill, ensuring that my adversaries would be subdued but not beyond recovery. Chris, Sheva, Jill, and the UN forces found themselves overwhelmed as I unleashed a torrent of controlled fury upon them.
Despite their best efforts to counterattack, they were caught off guard by the speed and lethality of my assault. I moved through them with deadly efficiency, ensuring they were rendered helpless before they could fully recover from the initial onslaught. My actions were not merely about defeating them; they were about demonstrating my superiority and control.
"Barely three minutes in, and you already look like you want me dead. You're getting all worked up over nothing. You've changed, Wesker. You're getting weak." I crush their hand with a single, brutal snap of my grip and glare at them.
"It's a shame. The end of you will be my greatest prize, Chris. Don't worry; Claire will be fine with me as a 'monster'... And as for you, Jill, I have plans for you to become my next experimental subject. I hope you're looking forward to it."
Before I can react, a bullet slams through my head, leaving a gaping hole. Shock and pain blur my vision.
"What?!" I stagger, more bullets tearing into me with relentless precision. My body can barely keep itself together under the assault.
Just as I start to lose consciousness, a grenade detonates nearby, sending my body flying and leaving only half of me intact. My regeneration struggles to repair the damage.
I scan my surroundings, my vision fading in and out, and see Ada and Alexia working together to finish me off.
"Well, well, well. Seems the tables have turned," Alexia says, aiming a gun specifically designed to kill me.
"Sorry, boss. This is the end," Ada says, shooting me again.
I look at her through the haze of pain. "End? How about you end this!"
With a final surge of strength, I grab the last vial of G. Ada uses her grapple gun to pin my hand to the ground, desperately clutching the vial.
"No more outbreaks." The last thing I see is Ada's determined face and Alexia's cold expression as everything fades to black.
In the cold white room, bound and isolated, I focused on harnessing the power of Supermode. With a concentrated effort, I shattered the restraints holding me and began scanning my surroundings. The environment was sterile, yet the implications of my captivity were clear.
I was inside a bunker on a sunken ship in the Bermuda Triangle—a place known for its mysterious phenomena. I had to turn this dire situation into an advantage. My plan was to incinerate my current body and transfer my consciousness into Zeus, who was positioned nearby.
Zeus, the loyal Tyrant, dove into the depths of the Bermuda Triangle, safeguarding my Plaga parasites. The cold energy of the South Pole was our destination; its frigid environment would significantly speed up the healing process for my body. We took refuge in the icy expanse, allowing the Plaga to revive and restore me.
Utilizing Dione's eggs once more, I assimilated the Tyrant Zeus's DNA into my own. This integration would give me a new, more powerful form. Rebirth was imminent, and with it, I would seize the chance to unleash destruction on a scale previously unseen.
I went and discovered that it was now 2011. The RE6 incident would soon unfold, and I needed to head to Sein Island to retrieve Alex's belongings. The place was in ruins, but I was not out of ideas. Alex had left behind some messages and important items hidden in a bunker.
He knew how to achieve reborn mutations from his research, and he was close to completing it, but he lacked the genetic evolution needed. Fortunately, Leech was key to making reborn mutations successful.
However, I didn't want him to come back, so I burned his body and ensured he failed to reincarnate. I then set out to hunt my target. First, I needed to kill someone—myself.
Fortunately, I used the persona of the Old Reliable Male Hentai Protagonist, with disheveled hair and eyes covered by bangs. I had reduced my appeal and other attributes. I needed the Blacklight Virus to shapeshift and the C-Virus might give me the abilities I needed.
I collected a C-Virus sample from Simmons' research and left the place. The world had become paranoid, with strict government oversight even underground. The distribution of the T-Virus had attracted the government's attention everywhere, even to the underworld.
Total eradication was nearly impossible, but terror warfare became the primary concern. Many world leaders became paranoid, fearing the emergence of a second Wesker, while I continued to walk among the living.
I needed to find a base and go to a known location, which was the village. When I arrived, I was not welcomed, especially since the village warned me about the Lycans. I didn't care at all, as I found an old woman who was considered an oracle.
"Welcome," said Miranda, disguised very well but not perfectly. I ignored her and remained silent.
She tried every way to join the Mold cult, but I refused because I didn't care.
I found the perfect base at Dimitrescu Castle. Upon arriving, I was thoroughly entertained by her three daughters. Target acquired, beep, beep, beep.
I noticed maids and other staff here, and they were very concerned about me, knowing the danger present.
"So who are you here?" I remained silent and looked at them and the servants.
"I want a deal." My voice was melodious, like an angel's.
"A deal?" Alcina looked at me with a sharp gaze.
"I provide you with the best blood you can taste every day. I want shelter for my own research."
"Research?"
"Just like Mother Miranda, I want to research my own power." Alcina giggled and looked at me.
"With that appearance? Such a foolish claim." I stood up, slicked my hair back, and looked at Alcina again.
"Does this face look very familiar to you?" Alcina and the others were shocked. Wesker, The Man, the Myth, The Legend who created the Apocalypse in this world. Alcina panicked as she stood up, but suddenly her body froze.
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"Cadou, a parasite found here, a product of Miranda. You have the gift of Cadou, yet you're still weak." I walked and observed Alcina's tall figure.
"I want to make you an offer you can't refuse. I have a parasite stronger than the Cadou you possess, one that can control Cadou, Lycan, and many failed products of Miranda's experiments. They will obey me, even the Cadou will regard me as 'Their New Father.' And you humans, thanks to the previous apocalypse incident, I managed to create a cure for the T-Virus, but the over-mutation of the T-Virus made me its host. I'll tell you one thing: your bodies carry the T-Virus that I spread earlier, and in theory, I can control you like puppets. I can even erase your consciousness and control you like simple toys." I sat back down, moving Alcina's body with my finger, making her sit sweetly back in her chair.
"My offer is quite simple, extremely simple. You and your three daughters will receive my blood for as long as you like, but as a condition for that blood, you must protect me from Miranda and other lords, without exception if necessary, even if you have to lie. Don't worry, Miranda, the host mind of Cadou, cannot record or know of my existence in this castle. And for you humans, you're likely concerned about the Lycan out there causing major issues. Don't worry. I will create a vaccine and cure for that, and your bodies will be immune to the side effects of Cadou, even for any Cadou-infected individuals." I shot a Moroaica that appeared suddenly because I summoned it here, and their body exploded into dust.
"Just like that. Explode, becoming forgotten dust. So, I want you to keep quiet, and I guarantee your lives will be spared from these four vampire women if you dare stay silent. If a single word about me leaves your mouth..." I used the Blacklight to transform my hand into a mutated appendage so terrifying it was enough to make people scream in terror.
"This hand will be the last thing you remember." I cut the castle in half with sheer power.
"And that will be the last thing you witness." I tapped the floor, and suddenly, the castle healed back to normal, as if nothing had been cut initially.
Thanks to the Zeus Tyrant Hybrid, my supernatural abilities were unmatched. The enhancements had effectively turned me into a demi-god, making even the most formidable opponents insignificant.
I slashed my hand and let the blood flow into four glasses of wine. The scent was intoxicating—sweet, juicy, and potent enough to drive any vampire insane with just a whiff. The aroma filled the room, immediately captivating the attention of the four.
The Three Daughters approached, drawn by the irresistible allure. Their eyes glowed with hunger and anticipation, unable to resist the temptation of my blood.
"Drink," I commanded, holding out the glasses. They took the offerings eagerly, each sip sending shivers down their spines as the potent mixture coursed through their veins.
The drink had completely reached their "urge," and the taste was unlike anything they had experienced before. It felt like eating forbidden food that only gods could savor.
As my blood reached their digestive systems, it gave them an intense sensation, stimulating something within their "senses." The carbonation sensation in their bodies felt like exploding pleasure all over. It was a great sensation.
"Savor it, and every day, keep drinking this. Stop using those maidens and men here as your food source—they taste bland and stale, not worth the 'pleasure.' And for all of you, I want you to come with me to help clean up this monster mess." I stood up, and all the maids and servants followed me while Alcina and her daughters remained in their "euphoric" state, practically high on a drug, lost in their own world and unable to comprehend their surroundings.
"My lord," one of them addressed me.
"I am not your lord. Just call me 'A.' Your village owes me a big favor for stopping this blood frenzy fiesta. And I demand information. Tell me everything you know here, without missing a single detail. I don't want fabricated information; I want cold, hard facts, even if they are painful to tell. Tell me everything, and consider your village's debt even."
They told me everything, leaving out not a single detail. We arrived at the dungeon, and I cleared out all the trash. Then, with the help of Blacklight, I made some adjustments to the dungeon, applying a bit of creativity.
The dungeon transformed into an advanced medical ward with futuristic furnishings and equipment.
I created a ward that Cadou would detest, a kind of silver bullet for lycanthropes and vampires. I also prepared a serum to help the village.
"Install this in your homes. I guarantee that no monsters will dare approach. The range of this device is a 50-meter radius. Also, when you drink water, make sure to add this to neutralize any parasites present. Apply this to all your crops and food sources. Plant today, harvest tomorrow. Keep yourselves well-supplied with food, and remember one important thing: Do not speak about where you got this, even if the Four Lords or Mother Miranda ask you. I promise you, they won't be able to touch you, even if they dare. You know what will happen. Those Lords are merely humans who resemble monsters. The true monster is the one protecting you. Keep it that way."
"Thank you My Lord"
"I am not your lord" They go and i continue for my research of C-Virus, i need ability to Polymorph and Disguise. I knew Redlight Virus and Blacklight virus, i just need to adjust the thing on it.
dan itu hanya perlu beberapa Jam dan aku berhasil membuat C-Virus variant yang bagus. aku mulai menginjek diriku dan aku berhasil mendapatkan virus aku inginkan.
Mutation List
C-Virus
Disguise: The user can shapeshift into any individual, including their memories. If the user devours the individual they want to shapeshift into, that individual ceases to exist. If not, the disguise is indistinguishable from the original, perfectly copying their habits, talents, skills, and any other attributes they possess.
Demutation: A special ability of the C-virus, this unique power negates any type of zombification in others, restoring them to their original state regardless of the extent of their mutation. The method of applying this ability is entirely up to the user, whether through direct contact or another means. This demutation ability not only "erases" the mutation source but can also destroy it. If the target relies on the mutation source, the source will vanish, but the target will remain unaffected
[40th Scenario : New Order (Complete)]
Clear Conditions :
To Complete 40th Scenario, Become The Villain that you born for after Chris Redfield Kill you, find new Identity and bases.
[New chain Scenario]
[41th Scenario : New Identity]
Clear Conditions :
Select one of this following completion :
A. Return to US
B. Stay Where you are for whenever you like.
"Stay"
[41th Scenario : New Identity]
Clear Conditions :
Stay Where you are for whenever you like.
I nodded and began my tasks. I returned upstairs and saw Alcina and her three daughters, all looking at me with interest.
"Interesting, very interesting. Alright, Wesker. We accept you into the Dimitrescu household, but..." Alcina stood and approached me, pulling my chin up so I could meet her gaze.
"I demand more blood, for compensation and mortgage. I will keep my mouth shut about your existence here from Mother Miranda and the other lords." I looked at her calmly and nodded.
"Deal."
"Excuse me then." Alcina bit my neck and began to suck my blood, but my body kept healing and replenishing the blood. Suddenly, she started to limp and have seizures on the floor, moaning like crazy with her mouth full of blood.
"Take care of your mother," I instructed the maids and servants as I left the castle with them. We talked along the way, and I conducted a survey and a few tasks while they installed the wards. Then I noticed Miranda still in disguise.
"Do you want to join the cult?" I asked, trying to control her Cadou mutation. Her body froze, and I decided she would be my next "sex toy."
"I want a personal meeting with you. Make the appointment for me." After overwriting her mind using Queen Leech and bio-engineering, she nodded.
"Yes, meet me in my experiment room." I nodded and checked the village's capabilities. After distributing the Lycan wards and other aids, the villagers were happy with my help. I ensured their silence and continued to my next destination.
As I reached Miranda's experiment room, I met Mother Miranda herself.
"Welcome, Wesker." She offered me tea, which I knew was diluted with Megamycete.
"Let's cut the pleasantries. I want to know about the Mold."
"The Mold? What do you want to do with it?" she asked.
"You want Eva back to life?" Miranda looked at me with distrust as I examined one of the Cadou.
"For a madman like you, creating an apocalypse for five months, why would I trust you?" I stood up and touched the Cadou. After fully understanding it, I looked at her.
"Because I have something you need. My understanding of the T-Virus and other bioweapons far surpasses anything you've seen. I can help you perfect your Mold experiments and ensure Eva's return. In exchange, you will help me with my own goals."
"Liar," she said, her voice filled with suspicion. I sighed and began taking a sample of the Megamycete. This fungus was akin to what was seen in *The Last of Us*, with a crucial difference: this fungus preserved DNA and memories. A remarkable ability, as the soul needs its identity, personality, and memories.
I conducted a brief experiment, combining several viruses I had studied. I created an artificial womb using Simmons' C-virus, augmented with the T-virus to construct the body, Leech for nutrient absorption, the G-virus for accelerated evolution and growth, the C-virus to ensure mutation and development without defects, and the Megamycete to store memories, identity, and personality within the DNA, allowing them to be recorded in the body.
Once the preparation was complete, I could see inside the artificial womb that Eva was alive and on her way to being reborn, complete with everything that had been taken from her.
"It's done. She will be born when her sustenance is reached. You were wasting time using the lords. You should have asked me from the beginning." I sat down and studied the Cadou while Miranda watched, emotional at seeing her daughter inside the artificial egg.
Miranda's eyes welled with tears as she observed the progress.
"You really did it," she whispered, her voice trembling.
"Eva will come back to me." I nodded, my gaze never leaving the Cadou.
"Yes, but remember our deal. I help you, and you assist me in my own goals. Your knowledge and resources will be invaluable." She turned to me, a mix of gratitude and determination in her eyes.
"You have my word. What help do you want me to do?" I smiled and looked at her, gazing at Miranda gently.
"Your body, I want you," I said. Miranda was surprised and looked at me.
"My body?"
"Yes, I want you physically. so, I give back your Daughter, now I want you to "Satisfy" me with your body" Miranda was hesitant about this but it would all pay off with Eva already alive and just waiting for her to be born.
"Alright, I'll accept" Miranda undressed and immediately showed her naked body to me, I grinned and started the action.
I quickly kissed Miranda and played my tongue in her mouth with a very dominating technique, every movement of my tongue made Miranda lulled by unstoppable lust after that, I immediately stripped my clothes, Miranda immediately saw the size of my cock which was amazingly manly.
A very brave size you could say and she began to play with it slowly, shaking it and began to suck it gently, Miranda has experience as a woman and mother, her technique is phenomenal.
As I enjoyed Miranda sucking my cock, I saw Eva begin to gradually regain consciousness, even though the artificial womb was soundproof and outside sounds could not be heard inside the womb.
After Miranda had given enough foreplay, she turned over and bent her body, showing her ass and pussy that were muddy from the foreplay she gave.
"Please" I inserted my penis into Miranda's tight vagina, Miranda felt an amazingly delicious sensation, coupled with my penis touching her uterus, as if her uterus responded well as a form of appreciation, Miranda experienced a very heavy climax.
But the most important thing was that I brought Miranda to the world where it should make her a woman and return to being a wife and mother again with this, I made her body crave for this "Heaven Feel" that I gave endlessly, I softened and fucked her like a husband who missed his wife's warm embrace,
With various positions, I give pleasure to Miranda, from how the sound of her pussy that is muddy and flapping like a puddle is stepped on many times, then from her who is so passionate that she moans without holding back at all, even when I give her excessive penetration stimulation until her body experiences a shock wave attack of pleasure, lust, and a sensitivity that is beyond common sense, Miranda is now reaching the "Womanhood" or motherly crave she long forgotten, as I make her back to being a woman.
She cannot express her feeling, her womb completely accepting me and wanting to get impregnated and her vagina keep trying to suck every last piece of my penis deep in her, but there is something not her on control, her body, her willpower, her Woman Instinct to be mated by Stronger Male, is completely overwritten by my dominant action, fierce engage on sex, and chain stimulation over her body.
Her mind is completely blank and only thinks about how my penis keeps kissing her womb or her pussy keeps squirting all over the place as she has intense bladder release, she is completely horny and lustful, and keeps letting me pleasuring her.
her vagina is now perfectly sculpted and mold my penis shape, as I try to pull it off, the vagina muscle of her starts to squeeze tighter as if it doesn't want my penis to leave from its embrace, and as I penetrate the vagina of her, the whole surge and friction of the muscle wall gives an electric shock of stimulation of pleasure that beyond her wildest imagination is enough to bring her to the other side of the world, or heaven.
I continued to fuck Miranda, now she was lulled by this pleasure, she even rubbed her nipples against my chest and provided stimulation, and her tongue did not stop wanting to get pleasure too.
Just as I was about to climax, I pulled my cock out of Miranda's pussy, Miranda reflexively squatted down and opened her mouth wide, I ejaculated on her face and in her mouth, my sperm sprayed over Miranda's face and filled her face with Bukkake.
The quantity of my sperm was overwhelming and it spilled over Miranda's naked body, Miranda swallowed and enjoyed my sperm which was delicious, crunchy, savory and had a very thick flavor.
"Ah" Miranda sighs and she takes my cock again to suck the last drop of the sperm, only her pussy is still muddy.
She kisses my cock with another look, lust, adoration and something I really want to see from her, a look of a mother who misses the warmth of her husband.
"Good" I caress her cheek as it also has my sperm on it, she licks my hand and enjoys the sperm.
"Anything else?" Miranda looks at me with a gentle gaze
"There is, I want you to keep my existence from other lords that I stay on Dimitrescu resident" Miranda is stunned and feels betrayed, she seems jealous of it.
"You can stay here if you want"
"No, my research office was in her castle, I will visit you here and check the Eva progression, take care of your daughter than myself" Miranda was very sad, I could see it from her eyes.
"Please, accompany me more" I shook my head and looked at Miranda.
"No, I must go" As I started to put on my clothes, Miranda hugged me from behind then she rubbed my cock.
"Please..... just stay overnight" I also knew that it was already dark, I sighed and nodded.
"Okay" I stayed for a while but Miranda wanted me to fuck her again, I fucked her again but this time I was going to fuck her other hole.
"No, that place is dirty"
"I don't care" I immediately penetrated Miranda's anal hole, Miranda experienced pain but when I started moving, the pain turned into a greater pleasure from her pussy, as if That hole is envious about other holes.
The tightness of Miranda's anal hole made me soar, it was too tight and I wanted to destroy it, I was getting more and more violent fucking this hole with various styles and positions, I didn't want to release my cock from this hole.
Until I ejaculated in it, the sensation of fantastic euphoria I got when I filled the hole, Miranda immediately experienced extraordinary stimulation, every spray of my sperm gave Miranda a sensation of pleasure that was like being splashed by a sea wave, her body shook and was super sensitive and made her very "Lustful".
Miranda fainted as a result and I had already given her excessive injections into her body, I was worried about her dying and sure enough, she passed away.
"Another victim" I pulled out my cock and started injecting Mold or Megamycite into my body.
Mutation List
Fungal Root
Black God: A special ability of the Fungal Root that can resurrect a deceased being if they have a mutation. It is particularly effective on individuals genetically infected by a virus, parasite, or any type of zombie mutation source. This ability can be applied to someone with a genuine infected status, while others who are not infected can also be resurrected but must undergo a comatose state to stimulate their senses back to normal.
Spore Initiation: A special ability of the Fungal Root to release odorless and colorless spores. These spores can stimulate any type of virus, parasite, or zombie mutation source as a "Collective Command Control," allowing the user to command other mutated beings. The spores are passively released. For individuals without a mutation, the spores produce a fragrant odor that smells incredibly pleasant, even when the user sweats. Additionally, this odor acts as a pheromone, attracting potential mating partners and functioning as an aphrodisiac for women.
"What a great ability" I touched Miranda and the Spore activated immediately, Miranda took a huge breath and gasped for air.
"Am I?"
"You died, case closed" I took my shirt and put it on.
Miranda was very confused, how did she die? There were so many questions in her head because of me but I had now achieved what I wanted.
Cure for This Shitty Virus.
From the previous apocalypse experiment the speed of the virus spread was 24 hours after the start of the pandemic, and I want it to be more comprehensive not only sentient beings are affected, therefore I need to speed it up and also target Infected individuals and B.O.Ws.
It seems that the experiment this time is a little fruitful especially Spore, Spore can help long-term spread and I have to consider the side effects as well.
I will experiment further on that.