Article 28: According to changes in cellular division activity and heartbeats, the lifespan of "evolved" humans will significantly increase.
As for the meaning of this "significant," scientists are believed to have a satisfying explanation.
This is not a mutant! They are entirely ordinary humans. Although it sounds a bit funny to say so, it cannot be denied; this is the truth!
According to the security room records, there are a total of twenty-five villas in the Phil Manor, with a total of 68 residents during the incident.
Most people are in a sub-optimal state of health, a few are healthy, and the rest are weak due to illness.
When the virus infection occurs, the first to die is the "weak," followed by the "suboptimal," while the "healthy" population doesn't directly die when the virus erupts.
However, many people are bitten to death by their own domesticated pets and swallowed.
Those animals are ferocious, devouring humans and attacking humans as if it's in their nature. They don't hesitate to attack their own kind.
Looking at the hunting records, it's not necessarily the more robust species that become more powerful through "evolution."
Everything depends on probabilities. Just like in the Phil Manor, the most powerful creature is, oddly enough, a pet chicken.
The "evolved" animals were wiped out at the cost of two squads. Like humans, except for a few that were "captured alive," the rest were turned into sieves by bullets.
Everyone wants a share of it inside, and discerning people can see at a glance that these animals are already different. What kind of value they hold is unclear to anyone.
When Umbrella sealed off the Phil Manor in the military, they safely transferred the items. They have been deeply brainwashed by the Red Queen, genuinely passionate individuals.
Once Umbrella is established and starts formal research on the elixir, its growth will be quite rapid.
With the super soldiers produced by the [Beta] level of civilisation's AI brain, how do they compare to Earth-199999? Who is more muscular, and who is weaker?
While various forces are manoeuvring in the shadows and displaying their talents, Bruce Banner has already begun preparing to contact those willing to help him.
General Ross has focused some of his attention on the Phil Manor. After paying a specific price, he finally obtains about three hundred millilitres of animal blood.
Not just any blood. It's the blood of the most muscular chicken!
Even though the bodies have been dead for over a dozen hours and the blood has been extracted, there's no sign of diminished vitality.
In a specialised test tube, the crimson liquid is like the blood of demons, tempting ignorant humans.
...
"How is it, Doctor?"
A bald man in a white coat, referred to as Doctor, shakes his head, "General, we can't possibly bring it out. The previous experimenters also stipulated that it must be sealed. The experiment is too difficult to perform, and we still don't know its infectiousness at this point."
General Ross's face hardens, "What if it's combined with that blood?"
The Doctor's expression turns horrified, "Oh, General... I don't know what to say about you. Compared to those scientists, you're the most insane. We can't determine the dosage and don't know what will happen if they're mixed together. But what can't be denied is that it still retains its infectiousness."
The Doctor continues, "General, I don't think you want to see the entire base infected."
"General!" A soldier comes running from a distance, "You have a call."
Ross nods and turns to the bald man, "Doctor, don't worry about other experiments for now. I need a detailed report on this blood. The sooner, the better. I've put a lot of effort into acquiring it."
With a faint twitch at the corner of his eye, the man speaks, "General, didn't the military also bring a survivor? With her help, the experiment's progress will undoubtedly accelerate."
Upon hearing this, a cold glint flashes in Ross's eyes, "I don't have the power to touch that old man even a bit, let alone someone he favours."
Finishing, Ross chuckles as if finding his own words absurd.
The bald Doctor can't give up, "What if we join forces with others to pressure him? After all, it's the military..."
"Who told you it was the military taking her away?" Ross's voice grows cold.
The Doctor is stunned, "That's what everyone outside is saying."
"But that person took 'Survivor' No. 3 to his home as a senior."
"My goodness, isn't he afraid of getting infected?"
"Doctor, that girl does have a connection with the old man, so please never mention him in front of me. And do you think everyone is as cautious as you? The survivors have had so much contact with each other; nothing happened to them, not even infection. Nonsense!"
With a final cold snort, Ross walks away with the soldier. The bald Doctor is left standing there, feeling awkward.
Looking at Ross's departing figure, the heavy lenses reflect a glint under the light.
Afterwards, the man slips his hands into his coat pockets and heads toward the laboratory...
At this moment, Kurumi is still looking confused. She blinks her eyes, staring at the room before her. The layout isn't as luxurious as a villa; it's rather simple. Yet, soldiers are guarding outside.
The old man said a bunch of inexplicable words on the way here.
Kurumi sits down on the bed, rubs her temples, and remembers the distant relative arranged by the Main God.
Even the name isn't known, only that he's called Williams and already dead.
Before dying, he entrusted all his inheritance to her.
And then he entrusted Kurumi to his comrade Brooks?
This is one of the few generals in the United States, and an incredibly old one at that...
Kurumi lies down on the bed and adjusts her collar. "Red Queen, does this mean I have a protector now?"
"Calculations show that the other party is sincere. Of course... we can't rule out the possibility that he's a master psychologist and actor. But the probability..."
"It's shallow, right?"
Kurumi closes her eyes, "So, does this mean I've inexplicably gained another elder?"
"Master, I've completed all the investigations. Do you want to review them?"
"Is there anything fishy in the information?"
"No, the information is consistent and goes back forty years. Considering the level of civilisation, forgery is unlikely."
"So, if I'm truly that fallen noble girl, the current result isn't wrong?"
"It's not like that, Master." Red Queen mutters quietly, "If you were a normal person, you'd already be turned into an r by White or Thompson during missions..."
"Stop! I'm just speaking my mind. Don't keep spreading your thoughts!"
Reaching out, Kurumi pulls up the "rabbit ears," her hat covering her head, creating a large black-cute rabbit.
A voice suddenly emerges from the cloth-covered mysterious object: "Everything feels too coincidental. Could it be that this elven body is truly the Main God's own daughter? The identities assigned are always so fitting..."
"Master, what was your role during previous missions?"
Kurumi shivers, recalling the tech mission world where she didn't have an identity, the days of being treated as a blacklisted evacuee...