Morin cursed, but not because of the skill's effect.
He had already guessed that the skill might affect allies and enemies alike the moment he read its description.
What he was cursing was the way the skill functioned-and its underlying principle.
Previous skills had always consumed mana, just like spells. Each had different effects, and their strength scaled with Morin's mana reserves.
But this one didn't use mana at all.
Instead... it consumed something else.
Morin didn't yet know what to call it. Just like the first time he had ever used a skill, he only became aware of this substance-or energy-inside his body after activating it.
Something besides stamina and mana?
Morin frowned slightly, focusing as he tried to control that power and lift the suppression effect on the assault team members-and Alice-who were still frozen in a salute-like posture.
More importantly, regardless of what kind of energy this skill consumed, it meant one thing.
Morin now had an additional method of attack and control.
As long as it was energy, it couldn't serve only a single purpose.
After using it, he could clearly feel how to mobilize that energy. He could also sense its source.
The brain.
Energy connected to the brain...
"Psionic power?" Morin thought.
Psionic suppression and control. No mana required.
That explanation fit almost perfectly.
"If it's psionic power, then I need to be careful," Morin thought. "What happens if the opponent's psionic strength is higher than mine? Does the control simply fail, or does it rebound?"
"The description said the effect and duration depend on strength. That means different strength levels correspond to different psionic outputs. That's why it behaves like this..."
"What just happened? Did you cast a spell?"
James, finally released from the frozen state, ignored the zombie still standing rigidly with wide-open eyes and stared at Morin in shock.
No one present except Morin spoke Chinese.
To them, any unfamiliar language might as well have been an incantation.
From their perspective, Morin had suddenly uttered an incomprehensible phrase-and then their bodies had stopped responding entirely.
As for why Morin spoke Chinese...
It was simple.
Avoiding embarrassment.
He had no idea whether saying the same thing in English would trigger the same effect.
"Yes," Morin replied calmly. "It's an extremely ancient language. Combined with a special physique, it can produce miraculous effects."
"I haven't fully mastered it yet, which is why you were affected as well. Also, this spell only works on living beings."
"I always thought things like that were just legends..." James swallowed.
In his eyes, Morin had become even more unfathomable.
Not just James.
The rest of the assault team-and Alice as well-were thinking the same thing.
In a place filled with science and sci-fi, someone suddenly using something that looked suspiciously like magic...
It felt strange.
For a moment, they didn't know what was more shocking.
That the T-virus could restore consciousness to the dead-
or that magic and spells actually existed.
"Legends usually have a basis," Morin waved his hand, cutting off the topic. "Some are exaggerated. Some are real."
"As you've seen, this is a zombie. She-no, it-is no longer human. There's no need to hesitate. Shoot the head. One hit kills."
"Once the infection fully converts them, it's irreversible. Only those with antibodies or those injected with an antidote have a chance to avoid infection."
"Antibodies? Antidote?" Alice asked.
"Yes," Morin nodded. "Where there's a virus, there's naturally an antidote. Some people are born with antibodies that grant immunity."
"Let's talk while we move."
"Are we just leaving her here?" James glanced at the zombie standing stiffly in the water.
Normally terrifying.
In this posture, strangely comical.
"No need to worry," Morin shook his head. "There'll be a more decisive solution later. There are over five hundred people here. That means over five hundred zombies."
"Killing them one by one would take too long."
"Let's go."
"The lower floor is flooded," Chad reported after checking. "We'll have to take another route."
"Let's head to Restaurant B."
...
"This is Restaurant B?" James stared at the rows of massive cryogenic containers, thick freezing tubes snaking into each one.
Even walking was difficult.
He turned to Chad with disbelief.
"You sure you didn't read the map wrong?"
Who eats inside cryogenic containers?
Chad broke into a cold sweat.
As the team's technician, navigation and intel were usually his responsibility.
Today, in just a few hours, he had already made two mistakes.
Both involving the damn map.
"I... the map says this is Restaurant B," Chad said weakly.
"Could you have misread it?" Rain pressed.
"No. Absolutely not." Chad shook his head firmly.
This wasn't his error.
It was Umbrella Corporation's map.
"Did you forget what they research in the Hive?" Morin sighed. "Why would they give you an accurate map?"
He activated his X-ray vision, fully intending to demonstrate his abilities again.
"This so-called Restaurant B doesn't serve food."
"It serves people..."
He stopped mid-sentence.
His X-ray vision showed him everything inside the cryogenic containers.
He had expected to see Umbrella's T-virus experiments.
Lickers.
Hairless. Atrophied eyes. Enlarged joints turned into claws. Exposed brains. Long proboscises.
Zombies that had mutated past a critical threshold.
Somewhat alien-like, but still human in origin.
All in all, Umbrella Corporation deserved eradication.
The reason Morin stopped was simple.
What he saw wasn't a Licker.
Even with only a vague memory, he could clearly distinguish between a Licker and the black, chitinous creature frozen before him.
This was an Alien.
Morin was stunned.
He was absolutely certain.
The things inside those containers were fully mature Alien drones.
Forget how Umbrella managed to freeze them.
Where did they even catch them?
Was this planet overflowing with talent?
Umbrella Corporation.
Aliens nesting on Earth.
"Calm down. Think."
Morin's expression didn't change at all.
Internally, he recovered almost instantly.
"Is this what they meant by fusion world and plot deviation?"
"Alien plotline? Which movie? Or is this completely altered?"
After a moment, he relaxed.
Not because he'd figured it out.
But because he decided to deal with it as it came.
The future was uncertain.
The possibility of T-virus-Alien hybrids was unknown.
But it didn't feel insurmountable.
"Eating what?" Alice asked, noticing Morin's pause.
"I found something unexpected," Morin said. "I need to test it."
"I don't know if there'll be danger. Step back."
"What?" Alice, Spence, and Matt were confused.
But before they could react, the assault team had already retreated over ten meters.
They had seen Morin throw a playing card through a wall.
Then there was the "spell."
If Morin said there was danger, they took it seriously.
Seeing the armed team react like that, Alice and the others quickly followed suit.
Then they saw it.
Morin pulled a longsword from his sleeve.
A place it clearly couldn't have been stored.
He shook it lightly.
Lightning leapt from the blade.
Before anyone could even process what was happening, Morin thrust the sword straight into the cryogenic cabinet.
The Sword of Eden.
Alien blood was a powerful acid capable of corroding most metals.
Morin was testing the blade.
He didn't know what metal the Sword of Eden was made of.
If it couldn't withstand Alien blood, better to find out now.
Better during a controlled test-
than in the middle of a swarm, only for the blade to melt mid-swing.
That would be awkward.
The sword pierced the steel alloy cabinet like paper.
When it struck the Alien's cranial exoskeleton, it slowed slightly.
Then pierced through.
The brain was impaled.
A high-voltage current, generated by an unknown mechanism, instantly turned it to mush.
Even an Alien-the ultimate creature designed for slaughter-dies once its brain is destroyed.
Morin pulled the sword free.
Alien blood clung to the blade, hissing as it dripped and burned a shallow pit into the floor.
"As expected of a divine weapon..."
Morin reactivated the current, charring the blood completely.
A light shake.
The residue fell away.
The blade was pristine.
With a reliable weapon against Aliens, Morin relaxed considerably.
"What was that thing?" Alice asked.
"A creature not from this world," Morin replied. "Against it, ordinary people have no chance."
"I don't know where Umbrella found them. I only know they've made a serious mistake."
If Aliens existed here, then what about other Umbrella facilities?
Earth hadn't mastered space travel.
That meant the Aliens were found on Earth.
They weren't native.
If they were, the planet would already be overrun.
Capturing this many with conventional means was impossible.
Even with advanced tech, the odds were slim.
There was only one explanation.
When Umbrella discovered them, the Aliens were already dormant.
Frozen.
They didn't come from a crashed ship either.
If Umbrella could artificially breed Aliens without them going berserk...
That would be impressive.
An Alien hunting ground?
Alien vs. Predator?
A possibility surfaced in Morin's mind.
While thinking, his hands never stopped.
As he answered Alice's questions-"What are Aliens?" "How do you know them?"-he continued eliminating the hibernating creatures.
One experiment wasn't enough.
Multiple tests were more convincing.
Soon, Restaurant B was completely cleared.
The Sword of Eden remained unharmed.
The group moved on.
Morin continued with half-truths.
He introduced himself as a "ten-year veteran of the Interstellar Federation."
He was leaving eventually anyway.
To reinforce the story, he fabricated a "Punishment Law for Interstellar Federation Security Regulations."
Umbrella's actions violated those laws.
With evidence, intervention could be requested.
The group passed several more levels.
Eventually, they reached the floor containing the Red Queen's server room.
No more Aliens.
No Lickers.
No zombies.
"I'll hack it," Chad said, stepping forward.
Morin stopped him.
Between them and the server room was a laser corridor.
If Chad went in, three or four people would die.
Morin didn't know why Umbrella placed computers there.
Control system. Monitoring. Something like that.
Either way, it finally gave his hacking skills a chance to shine.
As Morin began working-
Far away.
Antarctica.
A massive stealth battleship hovered silently above the ice.
Three invisible humanoid figures dropped from it.
They landed without a sound and moved toward a specific location.
Along the way, they noticed unfamiliar structures.
Something was wrong.
When they reached a deep cavern filled with signs of human activity, they erupted in rage.
Their hunting ground.
Desecrated by the slaves who bred their prey.
They slaughtered everything in their path.
Then entered the depths-
only to find the pyramid empty.
"ROAR!"
They decloaked.
Three Predators.
Their roar carried a single meaning.
Where is our prey?
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