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Villain Space fell into a strange, reflective silence after Alice finished speaking.
Her words seemed to linger in the air like echoes that refused to fade. The breeze that rolled gently across the endless green prairie no longer felt purely peaceful; it carried the weight of memory. Peggy, Su Yueming, and Tessa stood still, their expressions frozen somewhere between disbelief and unease. Even Crosshairs, who usually treated everything with casual irreverence, had gone quiet.
The sky above Villain Space remained impossibly clear, a soft blue dome untouched by smoke, blood, or ruin — a cruel contrast to the world Alice had just described.
Tessa was the first to react. She slowly exhaled, shaking her head as if trying to physically dislodge the images forming in her mind.
"Really… that is terrifying."
Her voice was softer now, stripped of its usual playfulness. The idea of a planet overrun by the undead, cities turned into graveyards, survival reduced to instinct — it unsettled even someone who had lived through mechanical wars and alien invasions.
Su Yueming crossed her arms, brows slightly furrowed.
"A world of living corpses…" she murmured. "To continue living there… that was not life. That was endurance."
There was no ridicule in her tone. Only a quiet acknowledgment of suffering.
Peggy gave a small, restrained smile, though her eyes revealed something more complex.
"Compared to you," she said gently, "we were lucky."
Alice looked at them, her gaze calm but distant. There was no pride in survival. Only fatigue carved deep into memory.
Villain Space's grass shimmered under the sunlight. The ponds reflected drifting clouds. Everything here was beautiful — unnaturally so.
That beauty made the horror Alice described feel even more real.
Crosshairs scratched the back of his head, breaking the tension with his usual bluntness.
"So that Zombie King fellow… the one who pushed old boss into a coma for more than two years…" He whistled low. "Never thought there'd be someone even crazier than Lockdown. That posture, that evolution… absolutely monstrous."
Becky's curiosity had long overridden fear. She pointed directly at Crosshairs.
"Father," she asked brightly, "can he really turn into a car?"
Crosshairs' optics flickered.
"Old boss," he groaned, "your daughter is going to become my lifelong torment."
Jack, lying lazily on the grass, didn't even open his eyes.
"Crosshairs," he said casually, "transform quickly. Let my clever daughter take a look."
"Heartless," Crosshairs muttered. "Using me to entertain your child."
But Becky's hopeful eyes were lethal weapons of their own.
"Doesn't uncle like Becky?" she asked pitifully.
Crosshairs immediately surrendered.
"Like. Very much like."
His metal body spun, folding and shifting with a cascade of mechanical clicks. Within seconds, a sleek green race car stood where the robot had been, polished surfaces gleaming under Villain Space's gentle light.
Becky clapped happily.
"So cool!"
K-Mart nodded, impressed.
"It really is mysterious…"
Jill, however, was elsewhere mentally. She looked at Jack with narrowed eyes.
"Jack," she said slowly, "I still can't believe this. We were characters… inside a Movie World?"
Teri's expression mirrored that disbelief.
"All this time… we lived, fought, bled, suffered…" She touched her chest lightly. "And yet… we were part of a constructed narrative?"
Ada's voice was quiet but sharp.
"Our Movie World name?"
White Queen answered calmly.
"Resident Evil."
The name landed heavily.
Ada let out a faint breath.
"Resident Evil…" she repeated. "That truly is a name worthy of the reputation."
For a moment, none of them spoke.
Then Tessa suddenly stiffened.
"Jack," she said, concern flashing across her face, "your Villain Points… how many did you actually earn?"
The memory of Peggy's earlier explanation resurfaced in everyone's mind.
Jack needed Villain Points to survive. To exist. To continue jumping between worlds.
Failure meant erasure.
Becky's cheerful confidence vanished instantly.
"Father…" she whispered. "There isn't a problem… right?"
Jack sat up, ruffling her hair.
"Surely not."
White Queen snorted.
"He committed so many crimes. If he failed to obtain enough Villain Points, the heavens would finally show mercy to existence and remove him."
Several women burst into laughter.
"That sounds about right."
Jack grinned.
"White Queen, you've grown bold."
"Do not think of bullying me," she replied, hiding behind Alice.
Jack waved lazily toward the sky.
"System. Report."
A stiff mechanical voice resonated through Villain Space.
"Resident Evil 2…"
As the system began listing quests and rewards, the reactions were immediate.
"…Betrayal… Villain Point 3000…"
"…Kill Nemesis… 10000…"
"…Successful integration T-Virus… 30000…"
Jill blinked.
"Wait. That bastard actually did all that?"
Then came the infamous entries.
"…Rape Alice… 6000…"
Every gaze turned toward Alice.
She flushed slightly, jaw tightening.
"What choice did I have?" she snapped. "That fellow — who could resist him at that stage?"
Claire smirked.
"That's not the main point. You fell for him afterward."
Alice glared.
"Hateful."
Peggy and Su Yueming laughed openly now.
The system droned on mercilessly.
"…Seduce Claire into coitus… 5000…"
Claire nearly choked.
"You absolutely didn't have to read that part aloud!"
Alice immediately countered.
"So you also fell for him."
Claire opened her mouth, then closed it again.
Speechless.
Even Ada's composure cracked when her entry appeared.
"…Lose control with Ada… 5000…"
Her cheeks tinted red.
"That was not my fault!"
Crosshairs gave Jack a look.
"Old boss," he said dryly, "you truly are a universal menace."
Jack beamed proudly.
The list continued — deaths, battles, monsters, betrayals, victories.
Finally:
"…Destroy Zombie King… 100000…"
"…Completely eliminate Red Queen… 20000…"
Silence.
Then:
"Total Villain Points obtained: 425000."
"Quest requirement: 300000."
"Quest successfully completed."
A collective sigh of relief spread across the group.
Becky visibly relaxed.
Peggy nodded slowly.
"He survived again…"
"Existing Villain Points: 623000."
Jack rubbed his chin.
"System. Cost to permanently fuse Transformer Cell and T-Cell?"
The answer came without hesitation.
"1,000,000 Villain Points."
Jack froze.
"One million?!"
Even Jill whistled.
"That's robbery."
White Queen smirked.
"Perhaps the system also has standards."
Jack collapsed dramatically onto the grass.
"So expensive…"
Yet beneath the exaggerated despair, his eyes were thoughtful.
Because deep down, Jack understood something others didn't.
Power like that — the Fourth-Layered Form, the union of incompatible cells — was not merely strength.
It was transcendence.
And transcendence always demanded a price.
Villain Space remained bright, tranquil, endless.
But somewhere within that peace, new storms were already forming.
Jack stared at the sky, half amused, half calculating.
One million Villain Points.
A ridiculous number.
Which meant only one thing.
More worlds awaited.
More chaos.
More destiny.
And perhaps… more trouble.