Under the warm lighting, Matthew, wearing a bathrobe, lay on the soft, large bed, his gaze constantly shifting across the system interface.
The system interface layout was simple and clear, with only three core functions: [System Pass], [Experiment], and [Storage].
The System Pass allows users to obtain System Points by completing tasks or through daily accumulation.
When the System Points accumulate to a specified value, the System Pass level rewards can be unlocked.
The previously mentioned t-virus sample was one of the rewards from the pass.
This function adopts a quarterly update mechanism, with a theme update every six months, which also resets the pass progress.
It is worth noting that the more ‘System Points’ a user accumulates in the current season, the richer the content unlocked in the next season’s pass will be.
“But… is this right? What the hell is a T-Virus theme?” Matthew looked at the ‘Zombie Dogs’, ‘Zombie Crows’, ‘Licker’, ‘Hunter’, and various models of ‘Tyrant’ in the pass, his mouth twitching.
If the system hadn’t constantly emphasized benefiting the public, he would have thought he had received a villain’s script.
In addition, besides the pass system, the system also provides Storage and Experiment functions.
The Storage function is relatively simple, used only for storing system rewards.
The [Experiment] function allows for the modification, optimization, and fusion of certain items by spending System Points.
After figuring out the specific purpose of the Experiment function, Matthew, who was lying on the bed, immediately sat up.
“In that case, as long as I have enough points, it is not impossible to completely eliminate the side effects of the t-virus sample and keep only the original advantages…”
Thinking of this, Matthew moved his mind and placed the t-virus sample into the ‘Experimental Bench’.
The moment the t-virus sample was placed inside, the grayed-out panel instantly lit up!
[Please choose your next ‘Experiment’ route.]
[Optimization: Spend System Points to optimize the ‘intrinsic functions’ of the item, which can improve performance or eliminate side effects.]
[Modification: Spend System Points to perform ‘customized modifications’ on the item’s functions according to your own needs. (Some special modifications require the user to provide additional items).]
[Fusion: Spend System Points to conduct fusion experiments between this item and other items. If the compatibility between the two is too low, it may lead to fusion failure. (Spending additional System Points can increase the success rate).]
After reading the specific functions of the Experiment, Matthew tentatively clicked on the Optimization option.
As everyone knows, zombies are actually a ‘by-product’ of the T-Virus.
The ultimate goal of the T-Virus is actually to catalyze human evolution and create cheap, durable biological weapons.
Unfortunately, the disadvantages of the T-Virus are too obvious.
The problem of cognitive decline is a threshold that cannot be crossed at present, which also led to the appearance of zombies.
And now…
[Optimizable disadvantages: Zombie transformation, lethargy, high lethality, low intelligence, high contagiousness.]
[Enhanceable performance: Stamina, cellular activity, strength, Neural Reflexes.]
Seeing that the system could really remove the drawbacks of the T-Virus, a look of surprise involuntarily appeared on Matthew’s face.
In this Marvel World where the rich rely on technology and the poor rely on mutation, he knew exactly what kind of fate awaited ordinary people.
If he didn’t want to become just another cold casualty count in some incident, he had to try every means to become stronger.
And the way to become stronger is…
— — I came to Umbrella Corporation to do only three things!
Benefit the public!
Benefit the public!
And for f***’s sake, benefit the public!!
Within Umbrella Corporation, crises and opportunities coexist.
If he could make good use of this platform, it would be a major boost for his rise in Marvel.
Thinking of this, a flash of excitement flickered in Matthew’s eyes.
But after the excitement, a wave of fatigue came from his soul.
The information overload from the transmigration and the exhaustion after the excitement faded made Matthew’s eyelids feel heavy as lead.
Even though he wanted to tinker with the system more, he was powerless to do so, and before long, he drifted into a deep sleep…
When he woke up again, a burst of urgent knocking reached his ears.
Knock, knock, knock — — Knock, knock, knock — —
“Is Mr.
Lawrence here?” “Mr.
Lawrence?” “Mr.
Lawrence?”
The knocking, accompanied by a genuine London accent, penetrated the door, waking up the still dazed Matthew.
He rubbed the sleep from his eyes, let out a long yawn, and opened the door.
Outside the door stood a woman with a striking visual impact.
Her tall figure outlined graceful curves, her dark hair was neatly coiled into a bun, and her azure eyes were as clear and cold as an icy lake.
The tailored black professional suit clung to her figure, and the gold-rimmed glasses on the bridge of her nose shimmered faintly, blending intellect and elegance perfectly.
But the most captivating part was the tear mole under the corner of her right eye, which injected soul into her entire face.
Seeing someone open the door, the woman’s cold face instantly broke into a smile, and she then extended her hand: “Hello, Mr. Lawrence. I am Eleanor Ross, your father’s most trusted assistant during his lifetime.”
Matthew, still half-asleep and dreamy, looked at the hand extended before him and subconsciously shook it: “Uh… hello, Ross.”
“But… is there something important that you came to see me so early?” Matthew said, poking his head out to look outside.
Finding only Ross there, he invited her into the room.
Matthew had no doubts about Eleanor’s identity.
If the other party had ill intentions, she wouldn’t have knocked and called out so openly; instead, she would have directly picked the lock and, while he was fast asleep, shot him twice in the body and once in the head.
After Eleanor sat down, Matthew unhurriedly walked to the bathroom to wash his face, then brewed a cup of coffee for Eleanor and himself.
Taking the coffee Matthew handed her, Eleanor took a polite sip and then began: “Mr. Lawrence, as far as I know, you signed the equity inheritance agreement left by your father last night. According to the agreement’s effective date, as of 6:00 this morning, you have become one of the directors of Umbrella Corporation.”
“In other words, since you have taken over that inheritance, starting today, you must also take over the work your father was responsible for… Of course! To ensure I don’t lose my job, and to ensure your employees don’t lose theirs, I will do my utmost to help you adapt to this job.”
As she spoke, Eleanor took a computer out of her satchel and handed it to Matthew.
“According to my investigation, after you were born, your father, in order to prevent the company’s internal strife from affecting you, led to you living a very poor life all these years… But everything, absolutely everything, will change drastically starting today.”
“These are the projects your father was responsible for and the departments he managed within the company during his lifetime. You can take a look.”
Matthew, wearing his bathrobe, crossed his legs, twitched his fingers twice, then reluctantly took the computer, his gaze scanning the lines of text on the screen.
“Theodore Lawrence… originally a NATO arms dealer, later co-founded Umbrella Corporation with Oswell E. Spencer, James Marcus, Edward Ashford, and others. One of the original shareholders of Umbrella Corporation, responsible for managing the company’s security department…”
“Security Department?” Matthew raised an eyebrow.
He immediately guessed that the reason the old fogies in the company didn’t take this opportunity to kill him was likely due to this, or perhaps his cheap father had left some contingency plans in the company.
Otherwise, given Umbrella Corporation’s nature, they would likely have sent someone to take him out before the agreement took effect and then divided the remaining equity.
His gaze shifted to the time displayed in the bottom right corner of the screen.
[2009/11/30]
“2009… In that case, there is only a little over a month left until the plot of ‘Iron Man 1’ begins?” Matthew murmured to himself.
Immediately, he thought of another matter and hurriedly searched for the keyword ‘Raccoon City’ in the browser.
However, as the browser jumped, Matthew did not find the answer he wanted…
It seemed that the Raccoon City crisis had not broken out in this World.
Or perhaps…
“The truth has been covered up by someone.”
Thinking of this, Matthew temporarily closed the computer and stood up: “Ross, since you said you would help me adapt to this job, let’s not delay. Take me to the workplace now.”