“It’s a mass-produced Tyrant based on the T-Virus, codename Nemesis.
Most likely carrying out a search-and-destroy mission.”
The system’s flat, water-calm voice rang out in Luo Guang’s mind, snapping him back to his senses.
He had no idea where the system’s data came from, but at a time like this, Luo Guang had neither the time nor the mood to ask.
Not that Luo Guang had any thoughts of playing hero and charging in to save a beauty.
Right now, all he could think about was how to get as far away as possible from that bio-weapon called Nemesis.
I’m not the protagonist.
All I’ve got is a little pistol and a little knife.
There’s no way I can take on a Tyrant-class bio-weapon, and I definitely don’t want my skull smashed in by one punch from that thing.
Thinking that, Luo Guang backed away from the direction the violent crashing noises kept coming from.
At the same time, he drew the pistol from the inside of his black jacket, copied what he had seen in movies, disengaged the safety, and thumbed back the hammer.
Once he had the pistol ready to fire, Luo Guang hid most of his body behind the sofa, crouching halfway down with both hands on the gun, aiming at the wall in front of him.
Having only just arrived in this world, Luo Guang had no intention of making a run for it yet.
He was unfamiliar with the roads of this city and had no idea where he would even run to.
So more than escaping, what he was thinking about now was how to avoid drawing Nemesis’s aggro.
If the system’s information was correct, then he was not Nemesis’s target.
On top of that, the owner of this room was an employee of Umbrella Corporation.
That was why Luo Guang decided to stay put for the moment and see what happened, responding to changes by changing nothing.
Clutching the pistol in trembling hands, Luo Guang found that even the excitement of gaining a system could not suppress the fear now surging uncontrollably out of him.
It was true that all the film and television he had consumed before transmigrating had given him a strong tolerance for things like zombies, but whether the real thing matched what he had seen on screen, Luo Guang still did not know.
The sounds of battle coming from the neighboring room struck his heart like war drums, each impact setting it pounding harder.
No matter how you put it, he had originally been nothing more than an ordinary civilian.
He had no idea why he had transmigrated here, but one thing was obvious: this world was not some friendly, harmonious place.
And as he was now, he did not have much fighting power at all.
Even with a gun in hand, he would still be worse than those civilians born in that so-called beacon of freedom where bullets flowed like water.
Luo Guang’s mind ran wild, but strangely enough, his fear gradually began to fade.
That still did not change the fact that he was a lamb waiting to be slaughtered, only able to pray for the butcher next door to show “mercy” and spare this one sheep.
Did I transmigrate into this world by replacing that “Luo Guang” from Umbrella’s Intelligence Department?
Luo Guang did not know.
His face and build were exactly the same as he remembered.
On top of that, he had not inherited that other Luo Guang’s memories, and he did not exactly trust the intelligence of bio-weapons either.
So he had long since given up on the idea of making contact with Umbrella personnel who might still be observing and collecting combat data on the Tyrant.
Maybe because he had begun thinking ahead, Luo Guang realized with some surprise that although the fight next door was still incredibly intense, he no longer felt the same nervousness and fear as before.
Instead, he was calmly thinking things through.
“Does that thing have a weakness?”
Naturally, the one Luo Guang was asking was the system in his head.
“All fear stems from insufficient firepower.
With the Adaptee’s current weapons, this system does not recommend entering into conflict with the Tyrant.”
The system seemed to think Luo Guang was about to do something suicidal, and immediately warned him not to go courting death.
“Understood.”
Luo Guang naturally could not be bothered to explain himself.
It was better to speak directly when dealing with a rigid “computer,” so he simply made it clear he was not about to do anything stupid.
The system continued, explaining how to handle the situation:
“The Tyrant codenamed Nemesis is still primarily designed for tracking and elimination.
Unless the Adaptee blocks its path, it will not actively pursue the Adaptee.”
So basically, if I keep my head down and stay out of its way, I can avoid becoming this thing’s problem.
Luo Guang converted the system’s words into terms easier for himself to understand.
Although it felt as if they had been talking in his head for several minutes, in reality only one minute had passed.
The fight in the next room only grew fiercer.
Aside from the crashing and smashing caused by the Tyrant’s rampage, Luo Guang thought he could also hear the furious shout of a woman.
He had never met the woman next door and did not know her name, but considering that the person in this room had been monitoring someone, and linking that with being hunted by a Tyrant, the answer was obvious.
The person living next door was very likely Jill Valentine, one of the protagonists of Resident Evil 3.
If this really was a world based on Resident Evil, then she would definitely survive…
right?
Luo Guang did not know where that confidence in a complete stranger came from.
Maybe it was just a way to suppress the trace of guilt he felt for standing by and doing nothing.
The sounds of battle between the Tyrant and Jill continued, until, with a huge crash, the noise of their fight gradually began to move farther away.
A long while later, after confirming there were no more sounds of combat, Luo Guang slowly pushed open the door to his apartment.
The moment he looked outside, he immediately covered his mouth and nose with one hand and crouched down.
What entered his eyes was a complete mess left in the wake of battle, but Luo Guang’s first thought was actually that the room where he had woken up had ridiculously good soundproofing and heat insulation.
He could have nearly been roasted alive in there without realizing it.
At some point, a fire had broken out outside.
It crackled and spat as it burned, as though reminding Luo Guang that time was running out.
Thanks to the Tyrant’s attack, the neighboring room’s door had already been smashed into pieces, and hole after hole had been punched through the walls.
Luo Guang could not help wondering whether that Tyrant might actually bring the whole building down if it kept this up.
Fortunately, the fire was not too large yet.
Luo Guang was not at the point of being trapped and roasted like a suckling pig.
He quickly leaped over a hole in the floor—he had no idea what had caused it—raised his head slightly to confirm his direction, and then followed the emergency exit sign hanging half off the wall, moving fast toward the apartment’s fire escape.
Only now, after moving like this for the first time since waking up, did Luo Guang realize just how powerful the system’s bodily assistance really was.
The length of each stride, the force behind each jump, the coordination of his movements—everything flowed smoothly, making him feel like a parkour athlete.
And those parkour actions came to him as naturally as eating; once he moved, Luo Guang could do them almost at will.
On the way to the emergency exit, Luo Guang, still covering his mouth, caught sight of a fire equipment cabinet nearby and stopped.
Naturally, his goal was not to use its contents to put out the flames.
He grabbed a fire extinguisher from the side and smashed off the cabinet’s rust-covered lock, then took out the universally beloved fire axe inside.
Luo Guang glanced at the slight rust on the axe head, gripped the handle high with his right hand near the head, adjusted his center of gravity, and continued running toward the emergency exit.
The trip went fairly smoothly.
He did not run into any zombies.
Maybe the other residents in the apartment building had already fled.
Nor had the path been blocked off by fire or chunks of collapsed concrete.
Following the fire escape ladder down, Luo Guang reached the back alley behind the apartment building.
Without the thick smoke, Luo Guang took a deep breath of the relatively fresh air—tinged with a faint odor of garbage—then pulled the fire axe from the left side of his backpack and scanned his surroundings.
A little red-eyed mouse got startled by Luo Guang’s “descent from the heavens.” It scrambled in panic onto a large trash bin, stood there, and waved its tiny claws at him in a show of menace, warning him not to come closer.
But the red-eyed mouse still retained its timid, skittish nature, so after Luo Guang completely ignored its threat, the little thing immediately fled into the distance.
After confirming the surroundings were safe, Luo Guang listened to the sounds coming from the building.
There were still faint noises of fighting and destruction inside the apartment building, further confirming what he had thought earlier—the room where he had awakened had absurdly good soundproofing.
Cries for help, the crackle of flames, car alarms, and more all mixed together, circling above the vast expanse of Raccoon City and adding a twisted sort of musical accompaniment to this patch of hell.
With the alley temporarily safe, Luo Guang began thinking about his next move.
What he needed now were weapons, a map of Raccoon City, and some supplies.
Based on everything he currently had on him, Luo Guang judged those to be his top priorities.
In the face of a catastrophe like this, the overwhelming majority of people would choose to flee the danger zone.
Naturally, that meant the roads were either jammed full of cars or completely impassable due to traffic accidents.
But regardless of which it was, as far as Luo Guang could see, he only had the following ways left to escape Raccoon City for now:
The first was to make it to the city outskirts, then use a car—or even a motorcycle or bicycle or some other means of transport—to get beyond the blast radius of the nuclear strike.
The second was the underground railway system beneath Raccoon City, or possibly leaving through Umbrella Corporation’s underground transport system.
Luo Guang thought of the Umbrella employee ID card he was carrying.
He had no idea whether he could use that card to access Umbrella’s underground transport system and escape.
That was his third option.
Although Luo Guang only knew the general plot of the Resident Evil games and did not remember many of the finer details, he did remember that after the Raccoon City incident, Umbrella Corporation began going downhill.
In only a few short years, the massive company was dismantled and devoured by other powers and capital interests.
And since Luo Guang had no loyalty toward Umbrella whatsoever, he had long since planned either to abandon that identity or simply exploit it when useful.
In Luo Guang’s eyes, freeing himself from the burden of Umbrella’s identity was also something fairly important.
It would be a real joke if he survived the zombies only to get shot dead by one of Umbrella’s enemies instead.
Besides, he was a pretty easygoing person by nature.
How nice it would be to just stay a cute little civilian and not get dragged into all that damned struggle.
Just as Luo Guang was thinking that, he suddenly heard the sound of something tremendously destructive approaching at high speed.
Bang!
The back door of the nearby apartment burst open, and a pretty figure in a blue tube top came crashing out.
Before Luo Guang could see clearly who it was, there came another thunderous boom.
The rear entrance of the apartment collapsed violently.
Dust mixed with sparks billowed everywhere.
Then the figure waved the dust aside, coughed a few times, and was just about to get up when she turned her head—and saw Luo Guang staring at her in shock.
At that moment, Luo Guang was screaming inwardly: I do not want to get mixed up with the main cast, those walking disaster magnets!
But outwardly, he still did a perfect job of acting.
Switching the fire axe in his right hand over to his left, Luo Guang extended his now-free right hand in a friendly way and helped the other person to her feet.
Wearing the delighted expression of someone who had just found another survivor, he said happily,
“Hello, my name is Luo Guang.
This is great—I’ve finally met a living person after all this time.”
Judging from the way she had just fled and the crashing, smashing sounds that had accompanied her, this beautiful woman was, nine times out of ten, Jill Valentine—the very woman the original “Luo Guang” had been monitoring.
“I’m Jill Valentine.
Just call me Jill.”
Just as Luo Guang expected, that exact name came out of her mouth.
Without waiting for Luo Guang to respond, Jill continued, “This place isn’t safe.
We need to get out of here.”
“Is it because of the…
thing that was chasing you just now?”
Luo Guang deliberately made himself look a bit timid as he said, “I heard a huge fight…
and then you came crashing out like you were trying to escape something.”
Jill had originally wanted to ask how Luo Guang knew she was being pursued by a Tyrant, but after hearing the latter half of what he said, she belatedly realized just how loud her battle with the Tyrant had been.
“That was Umbrella Corporation’s bioweapon, a Tyrant.
The specifics are a long story.
We should leave this place first.”
Although Nemesis was currently pinned beneath the rubble, Jill did not believe that would be enough to crush a bioweapon like a Tyrant to death.
So she urged Luo Guang to leave this dangerous place immediately.
“Okay.
I was planning to look for some weapons and food supplies.
Do you know anywhere nearby that might have those?”
Pretending to be embarrassed, Luo Guang scratched the back of his head.
“I only arrived in Raccoon City not long ago…
and then all this happened…”
Since he really had only transmigrated to Raccoon City a little over an hour ago, that did not count as lying.
At the same time, it also explained why he did not know the roads.
Hearing that, Jill lowered her head and looked at the empty holster strapped to her leg.
She did not have a single weapon left on her.
She nodded, inwardly agreeing with Luo Guang’s current objective.
It was true—they needed to find some weapons.
Otherwise, if they ran into the Tyrant again, she would not have the slightest ability to fight back.
At that moment, Jill remembered the phone call she had received earlier from one of her S.T.A.R.S.
teammates, and she said to Luo Guang,
“Come with me.
I know a place.”
After saying that, Jill turned and walked off.
Putting on an obedient expression, Luo Guang nodded and glanced at the pile of rubble by the doorway.
No movement for now.
That gave him a little peace of mind.
Don’t wake up so soon.
At least wait until Jill helps me get supplies and equipment first.
Thinking that, Luo Guang hurriedly grabbed the fire axe and followed Jill Valentine, who had turned back to check whether he was keeping up.
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