Morin stood in the middle of the starry sea and paused, taking in the magnificent, sprawling scenery before moving on.
The calm expanse of stars suddenly churned, as if stirred by a giant hand. A single star slipped free and drifted toward him.
Its light wrapped around Morin.
[World selected: Alien + Resident Evil fusion world (Note: Events in a fusion world may deviate from what is known)]
[Please select: New profession]
This was not the usual procedure.
Morin frowned.
"Where are the time and place options? They're gone?"
"...Deviation." He quickly understood. Part of this world was unknown to him. Choosing time and place under those conditions would only cause errors.
"This is just an exception. It doesn't mean future worlds will be the same," he thought, relaxing.
He shifted his attention to the profession selection interface.
He had been genuinely scared for a moment.
Not being able to choose time and place meant losing control over when he could intervene in the plot.
"Profession selection... mercenary, medical researcher, virus designer, biological researcher..." Morin scanned the list. There were many options.
None of them mattered.
His gaze went straight to the last option.
The final choice was always strange, but the rewards were usually absurdly strong.
This time, it was-
"...Veteran [Ten Years]?" Morin raised an eyebrow.
"Ten-Year Veteran?" That name rang a bell. A very familiar one.
"I'll choose Veteran [Ten Years]," he said without hesitation.
"Ten-Year Veteran" was a meme from CF, a game from his past life. There was a saying everyone knew: The ten-year veteran comes uninvited. Cheaters in CF were often banned for ten years.
[Profession selected. Initiating crossing.]
In an instant, Morin regained awareness.
He was standing in a room.
"...Wow. Is this an armory or a bedroom?" He looked around, unable to hide his surprise.
There was a bed and a desk. The walls, the desk, even the bed itself were covered in weapons-cold weapons and firearms alike.
There were a lot of them.
Morin picked up a few. Every single one was loaded and ready to use. The firepower in this room alone was enough to equip an entire squad, and then some.
"My identity in this world..." He retrieved the ID documents that had appeared in his system space.
"It really says I'm a retired ten-year veteran. Got into a conflict with local natives during planetary colonization. Teammates, commander, entire unit-all killed." He paused. "A true orphan."
"PTSD, discharged from the Interstellar Federation, relocated to Raccoon City on Blue Star..." Morin stopped. "Interstellar Federation?"
After reading through all the documents and background information, he checked the historical data of this era.
This fusion world had indeed merged the two franchises, with adjustments.
Blue Star wasn't Earth, but it was extremely similar.
The planet's technology level hadn't reached interstellar migration yet. According to regulations, the Interstellar Federation avoided contact after discovering it, choosing instead to observe in secret.
As for why Morin could come here, the reason was simple. His military merits were outstanding. He had privileges.
The file stated:
"After Morin was diagnosed with PTSD, he acquired a large quantity of weapons. Interstellar-era weapons possess extreme destructive power. Morin's existence became a potential instability that could erupt at any time. Revoking his right to bear arms was not permitted. After deliberation, a mutually beneficial solution was adopted. Morin was relocated to a planet with limited high-tech weaponry but an established civilization. The Federation arranged a complete identity and background, allowing him to integrate as a local resident."
So his current identity as a "native ten-year veteran of Blue Star" concealed another layer-a "retired Interstellar Federation soldier with distinguished service."
And on top of that, a transmigrator.
A nested doll.
Morin clicked his tongue and opened the profession interface.
[Ten-Year Veteran - Entry Level (0/10)]
(Note: You can be as arrogant as you want, but the big boss has a backpack of tricks.)
[Entry-Level Po-sniper Sniper Skills]
(Po-sniper was a top professional player in ancient times. He ignored flashbangs, smoke grenades, and even bodies. He located enemies through sound alone and only aimed for the head. His catchphrase was: "If there's someone in my heart, then there's someone there." He was permanently banned after headshotting a professional player from another server.)
[Entry-Level Double Bravery]
(If the enemy does not use nuclear weapons, we guarantee that Double Bravery will not be deployed.)
[Entry-Level I'm Not Cheating]
(When you say, "I, Morin, am not cheating!" at an appropriate volume, all living beings who hear it will be forced to stand and salute. The effect varies based on quantity and individual strength.)
Morin went silent.
"I'm actually speechless..." He rubbed his face. "This is... this is ridiculous."
"Po-sniper Sniper Skills..." He remembered. "Wasn't that the guy who retired on the spot after realizing he couldn't plug in his USB during a match?"
"I already ignore flashbangs and smoke grenades. What does 'if there's someone in my heart, then there's someone there' even translate to? And shooting a player from another server in the head-what does that mean in reality?"
Morin picked up a sniper rifle.
Thanks to his [Advanced Weapon Technology Master] skill from the [IRS Employee] profession, he understood the gun's structure and usage the moment it touched his hands.
After confirming the weapons were meticulously maintained, he opened the door and stepped outside.
While thinking through the applications of his three new skills, he decided to inspect his residence.
Raccoon City.
The first city to fall in the Resident Evil outbreak. Beneath it lay Umbrella Corporation, the true mastermind-the Frozen Place.
Morin remembered their plan.
Release the T-virus. Destroy the world. Then deploy the antidote to wipe out the infected, achieving "cleansing."
Villains were still villains.
No matter how noble the excuse or how reasonable it sounded, the end goal was always personal benefit.
There were exceptions. Psychopaths. Special cases.
Dr. Isaacs wasn't one of them.
Blue Star already had mature cloning technology. Isaacs was not unique.
He cloned himself, sent the clone to the surface as a decoy, while his real body slept deep beneath Raccoon City's Umbrella facilities-waiting for the world to end so he could take over what remained.
"...Hmm."
Morin opened another door. A staircase appeared. A duplex villa.
"It's pretty big."
He walked through the building. The place felt empty, but many areas were clearly rigged.
He disarmed them one by one.
As expected, more weapons.
Not just standard gear. There were several slightly oversized briefcases.
He opened one.
A nuclear bomb.
Complete detonation system included.
Password. Timer. Instant deployment.
The same type that appeared repeatedly in the Resident Evil films.
Just... smaller.
"The system really committed to this identity," Morin muttered, his eyelid twitching.
Based on movie scaling, even one of these would devastate the entire city.
There were ten.
Morin counted them once, then stored all of them in his system space without hesitation.
Explosions were art.
Bombs were the source of art.
If nuclear weapons in previous worlds hadn't been so hard to obtain-and so troublesome to use-he would have stockpiled them long ago.
"As a ten-year veteran, pulling out a nuke and detonating it inside the Hive would be completely reasonable," Morin said calmly.
He remembered a video from his previous life.
A CF match. Pyramid Zombie Mode.
Everyone was a zombie except one human, floating in the air-out of reach, untouchable.
The comments were familiar.
"You can be as arrogant as you want, but the big boss has a backpack of tricks."
"F11 is the final respect."
And the top comment:
"He did it for humanity. What's wrong with that?"
For humanity.
Even now, it somehow felt... convincing.
Despite making no sense.
"...Hmm?"
Morin paused.
A sound.
From far away.
He turned his head.
"...What the hell. Is this Double Bravery?" His eyes widened.
With his hearing, detecting movement two or three kilometers away was already normal.
But this time, it was different.
He didn't just hear it.
He saw it.
Numbers. Weapons. Appearances. Positions.
All of it unfolded clearly in his mind.
"This is basically remote surveillance," Morin thought flatly.
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