"Maybe, possibly, probably... it seems reasonable."
What could Asa say? To avoid having his head carried away on a boat, he could only follow along with Ada Wong's words.
"The kings of the Great East in ancient times had three thousand wives. Although that's an exaggeration, in reality, the number was usually maintained at around five to ten."
"Could the king even handle that many?"
"He had to, whether he could or not. It depended on his personal constitution."
"It's a good thing you're not an emperor, or you'd definitely have three thousand."
Jill Valentine sighed.
It seemed Jill Valentine had forgotten that Asa background was set as an ABC.
An emperor? If he really could go to an ancient world, it wouldn't be bad to experience the feeling of 'By the Mandate of Heaven, may he live long and prosper.'
Among the tickets to new worlds, there were war-themed ones.
Additionally, he really had to give Ada Wong credit for the great assist.
Asa originally thought he was facing a 'cleaver ending.' Even if his head were chopped off, it would grow back immediately, but phantom limb pain was something he truly couldn't handle.
Jill Valentine was also reflecting. Ever since that incident, she had felt an impulse; she held an extraordinary level of affection for Asa, but because the burden on her shoulders was too heavy, she hadn't noticed it in time...
This was also why Jill Valentine didn't feel any anger when she realized Asa and Ada Wong had a relationship beyond the ordinary.
After all, Asa was too young, only eighteen. He must have been tricked by that woman, right?
Right!
"I'm going to work, baby."
Jill Valentine's personality was completely different from Ada Wong's. After their night together, Jill Valentine was more proactive when they were together.
With an affectionate tone and no hesitation about physical contact, foreign romance was just that passionate.
The S.T.A.R.S. Team's organization hadn't been disbanded yet, so Jill Valentine still needed to report for duty every day. Even though she had been considering resigning recently, no one would turn down a paycheck.
How should he put it?
Next time, they should try the S.T.A.R.S. Team uniform.
After Jill Valentine left the room, Asa sat on the living room sofa, bored, like a kept man.
He took out a photo showing a valiant Jill Valentine wearing a BSAA uniform.
'Jill's Possibility'—this was the name of the item. After Asa relationship with Jill Valentine reached the 'Unwavering' level and their hearts and bodies merged, Asa finally learned how to use this photo.
To put it simply, this was a ticket to invite Jill Valentine to another world, essentially a team-up mechanic.
Imagine this: the powerful virus enhancements in the resident evil world only allowed the protagonists like Jill Valentine to be slightly stronger than average humans, at most gaining some minor skills like being tough-backed or parrying rockets.
But if they were in another world, how much power could someone with the talent of Jill Valentine and the others achieve or obtain?
And this photo was an extension of the owner's other possibilities!
Currently, Asa only had a photo of Jill Valentine, which was his only ticket.
There were now three worlds. Should he invite Jill Valentine to one of them?
Asa decided: not for now.
Cyberpunk 2077 was a world of despair. Aside from having higher technology than resident evil, it didn't actually offer many advantages.
On the contrary, the until dawn world, with its supernatural forces, held more possibilities.
However, Asa hadn't fully scouted the situation in the other world yet, so it wasn't suitable to bring his family along for now.
Unless he absolutely had to summon his wife for help, but that would be too embarrassing. It was just a Wendigo, simple enough.
Asa put away the photo and activated the new world again.
Link start!
Snow fell heavily as the wind howled.
Asa returned once again to this role-playing game.
In front of the Sanatorium gates, Asa pulled a black knit cap over his head. He looked like a passerby who had gotten lost in the snowy mountains.
The sound of a dog barking came from the darkness; someone was approaching.
Asa didn't hide, because only one person could appear here at this time. He immediately stepped back to the Sanatorium entrance, waiting openly for the person to arrive.
The dog's owner should be the old hunter from his memory, who personally died there just to show the protagonists what kind of monsters the Wendigos were.
Well, it was also possible he was just careless.
The person drew closer, and Asa clearly saw an elderly man with white hair wearing a bulky padded coat. He held a flamethrower in one hand and an oil lamp in the other, walking quickly toward Asa.
"Hey, boy, you can't be over here!"
He shouted loudly, gesturing for Asa to get back.
Asa stood his ground, quietly waiting for the old hunter to reach him.
"How did you get here? It's dangerous. Find a way back immediately."
Seeing that Asa was a young boy, the hunter immediately shook his head and warned him.
"Hello, unknown hunter. It's been hard work fighting the Wendigos all these years, hasn't it?"
"You know about the Wendigos?"
The old hunter was shocked. He had been dealing with Wendigos on Blackwood Mountain for an unknown amount of time. He knew there was a villa at the peak, but few people ever came to the back of the mountain; even hikers avoided it.
It was too dark and gloomy here, with no scenic views, and it had been taken over by those Wendigos instead.
After years of conflict, the hunter had thought he would either perish under the claws of a Wendigo or die of old age alone on the mountain.
He hadn't expected that today, while searching for traces of Wendigos during the severe cold—the environment they preferred—his identity would be seen through by a youth from the East.
"Who are you?"
The old hunter instinctively tightened his grip on the flamethrower.
"Wait, don't be nervous. I'm human, aren't I?"
"In fact, we shouldn't be talking here at the entrance. Let's find a place to chat."
Leaving the Sanatorium, they went to an abandoned log cabin on the mountainside, where the old hunter and Asa introduced themselves.
The old hunter's name was Jackie, and he had lived on Blackwood Mountain for thirty years.
Jackie didn't know the origin of the Wendigo legend, but he knew their habits well. Because his wife and child had been eaten by Wendigos, he had been hunting the monsters on the mountain for years, fueled by hatred.
"So you're saying you're an exorcist from the Holy See?"
Old hunter Jackie looked at Asa Eastern face; the boy was clearly talking nonsense.
"Of course!"
"Speaking of which, the Holy See in East Asia is a bit different. They've always believed in Jesus's younger brother, Hong Xiuquan—The Heavenly Father's Second Son!"
"Nonsense! The Heavenly Father clearly only has one son!"
The old hunter hadn't had much contact with the church lately, but he at least knew about the Trinity. The Son was the incarnation of the Father on Earth; when did a younger brother appear?
"Wrong, wrong!"
Asa shook his head. "The Second Son of Heaven was officially recognized by the church. If you don't believe me, go check the records of the Great East."
He couldn't check them now anyway.
"Of course, this Hong Messiah is Jesus's biological brother and God's second son. It's just that for certain reasons, the Western Church erased his existence." Asa spread his hands and said,
"Jesus manages the West, while Hong manages the East. Therefore, East Asians are also God's people."
"We are the people of the younger son, and you are the people of the elder son. When the demons produced by the elder son's people meet the exorcists of the younger son, their magic stops working!"
Asa was just making things up as he went.