Inside the villa in the Arklay Mountains, Eddie was fully focused in front of the computer.
All the instruments had been brought by Alex.
With Alex keeping watch, Eddie could conduct experiments without worry.
Spencer trusted Alex absolutely—after all, she was the person in charge of the Wesker Project, and one of the only two surviving Weskers.
Eddie drew his own blood into a culture tube, then added a small amount of T-serum, watching to see whether the two would fuse.
If the dose was too large, he reduced it.
“Even after cutting the serum’s toxicity down to the absolute minimum, the human body still can’t endure it,” Eddie frowned.
“Compared to it… we’re just too fragile.” He was finally experiencing Alexia’s frustration for himself.
“That’s normal,” Alex said, wearing a women’s suit as she flipped through a book, looking unusually quiet and refined.
“Otherwise, the Prototype Tyrant wouldn’t have only been officially activated after Sergei arrived.”
“Unless we use a very unique method,” Eddie murmured, thinking aloud, “to slow the serum’s corrosion of the body—so the body can fuse with the serum gradually, little by little, over time.”
“What method?” Alex looked up, her beautiful eyes shining.
This guy always seemed to surprise her.
“Cryogenic low-temperature freezing—entering a low-temp dormant state, a frozen hibernation,” Eddie said, laying out the idea.
“In theory, if we can estimate the serum fusion timeline, then use the right instruments to match and regulate it… that would be perfect.”
Alex’s eyes visibly lit up.
As a top-tier scientist herself, she knew this was genuinely feasible.
Aside from taking an extremely long time, it had no other drawback.
Once the time arrived, she would inevitably awaken like Superman—returning to the world with the power of a god!
“The method you described really is workable,” Alex said, her gaze growing brighter by the second.
“To implement it, we’d need an ideal location.
Antarctica or the Arctic would both be excellent choices!” Her obsession with her condition ran deep—before she could gain superhuman power, she had to cure the illness first.
“You’re not thinking of using this method to complete your serum fusion, are you?” Eddie asked suspiciously.
“That’s going to take a long time.”
Alex gave him a charming, sultry smile.
“I think it sounds wonderful, dear.
Are you saying you’d miss me?”
Eddie nodded.
“Of course.
I’d definitely miss you.”
“You’d miss the fact that I’d be leaving before you’ve grown strong enough,” Alex teased, laughing softly.
For some reason, she didn’t treat Eddie with that lofty arrogance she usually had—she treated him more like a friend.
“Relax, dear. Find the original chapter at g.com.
Before you’re ready, I’m not leaving.”
“Once I become stronger, you’ll have a real chance to fuse successfully,” Eddie said with conviction.
“Believe me.
I’ll find the right serum and the right place for you to fuse.”
“At that point… we can become the gods of this world?” Alex’s eyes gleamed with longing.
Her ultimate goal was to control everything—to hold the world in her hands and dominate its fate.
That was the education Spencer had drilled into her since childhood: an obsession with power.
“No, no,” Eddie said seriously.
“We’re not going to become gods.
Ruling the world doesn’t bring any benefits.
As long as we can achieve immortality, that’s enough.”
He absolutely did not want his future wife turning into a lunatic ready to kick off a world war.
That wouldn’t be fun at all.
“Then what are we going to do?” Alex’s eyes flashed with a hint of doubt.
“You don’t actually believe a carbon-based lifeform can be immortal, do you?”
At that moment, Eddie’s confidence surged.
He pulled out a cigarette and lit it.
“I can tell you with certainty—yes, it can.
Most people think it can’t, at best you can extend lifespan.
But they all ignore one thing: cancer!”
“Human cells have a limited number of divisions,” Eddie continued, voice steady.
“Once you use them up, the body starts aging, and in the end you die.
But cancer cells don’t have an upper limit on division.
As long as conditions are suitable, they can reproduce without restriction.
If we truly understand cancer cells… then carbon-based immortality is basically at the threshold.”
That revelation made Alex’s eyes shine again.
“Dear, you’re incredibly smart.
I had doubts before, but now you’ve shown me a completely new world.
I might be able to start from this angle.”
“Then shouldn’t you give me a little reward?” Eddie seized the chance to ask for benefits.
Alex’s gaze flickered, then she grabbed Eddie and pulled him toward the bedroom.
Then big sister will reward you with something nice—just hope your kidneys can handle it!”
One week later, in the Arklay Mountains, the missing-person cases were multiplying.
Many travelers were dying for no apparent reason.
Some people had even seen incomplete, half-torn survivors—gnawed on by something, disgusting and horrifying beyond belief.
In Raccoon City, the news was already broadcasting these reports, placing them on the front page and demanding the police immediately launch a real investigation instead of brushing it off.
At the tactical rescue team’s gathering point, Alpha Team and Bravo Team assembled together, with Wesker as the commander.
“Jill, how’s your investigation going?” asked a man with a crew cut and a resolute stare.
It was none other than Chris Redfield, the protagonist of Resident Evil 1!
“This damn environment is just too harsh.
My little sister said she wants to come visit me during summer break, and I don’t even dare let her come.”
Jill shook her head.
“I’ve seen some terrifying monsters, but no one believes me.
I tried talking to Chief Irons, but he didn’t believe me either.
He told me to maintain a good relationship with Eddie—maybe he could even bring in some investment.”
“That bastard—what does he think you are?” Chris complained.
“You should stop hanging around with that Eddie guy.”
“No,” Jill said firmly.
“Eddie is a good person.
I want to find out what’s really happening in the Arklay Mountains… and I’m worried about Eddie living out there.” Jill’s voice carried real concern.
She treated Eddie like a close friend—he was straightforward, generous, and seemed to tell her everything.
The feeling was… comforting.
“Jill,” Chris asked suspiciously, “you don’t… like that Eddie guy, do you?”
Jill froze for a second, suddenly a little embarrassed.
“Don’t be ridiculous.
We’re friends—good friends.
Anyway, tactical training is about to start.
We need to assemble.”
Chris watched Jill hurry away, and a bad feeling crawled up his spine.
It was like Jill was about to be snatched away by someone else!
Like the predetermined wheels of history had tilted—just a little—and that tiny shift made him uneasy.
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