The tent stood silent.
Too silent.
The canvas walls fluttered weakly as emergency lights hummed back to life, casting long, distorted shadows across the ground. The smell hit first—metallic, warm, unmistakable.
Blood.
Leon was the first to step inside.
His boots stopped short.
"…Jesus..."
Bodies were everywhere.
BSAA soldiers lay scattered across the tent floor and outside its entrance—some slumped against crates, others face-down, their weapons still clutched in lifeless hands. Blood pooled beneath them, streaked across the ground like dark brushstrokes.
Helena covered her mouth. "No…"
Chris clenched his fists so hard his knuckles turned white.
"They never stood a chance."
Near the center of the tent, one soldier was still alive.
Barely.
His chest rose and fell in shallow, panicked gasps. Blood bubbled at the corner of his lips as he weakly reached out.
"H–help… please…!"
Leon rushed forward. "Hold on—medic's coming—"
The air shifted.
A shadow moved.
Nobita's instincts screamed.
"Leon—!"
Too late.
A leg slammed down.
CRUNCH.
The soldier's head collapsed like wet clay beneath Simmons' leg.
The sound echoed.
Final.
Helena staggered back.
Simmons stood where the man had been.
Naked torso smeared with blood. Veins pulsing unnaturally beneath pale skin. His expression was calm—almost disappointed.
"…Still alive?" he murmured. "How inefficient."
Chris roared, raising his weapon. "SIMMONS!"
Simmons turned slowly.
Ah. There it is.
That smile.
"…Redfield," Simmons said pleasantly. "Still chasing ghosts?"
Leon stepped forward, gun steady. "Back for more?"
Simmons chuckled. "More? No, no. I already won."
Nobita's gaze hardened. He stepped beside Leon.
"You killed them," Nobita said quietly. "They were just protecting people."
Simmons tilted his head, finally noticing him.
"…You again."
His eyes narrowed. "You're becoming an inconvenience."
Before anyone could respond—
Voices erupted outside.
Nobita's heart skipped.
From the bunker entrance, civilians poured out under BSAA escort—frightened, confused, clutching each other's hands. Among them—
"Nobita!"
His mother ran forward, eyes wide with fear.
"Nobita, are you hurt?!"
His father followed, gripping her arm. "What's going on out here?!"
Doraemon moved instinctively, placing himself between Simmons and the civilians.
"Everyone stay back!" Doraemon shouted. "Please!"
Gian clenched his fists. "That guy's dangerous!"
Suneo whispered, shaking as he sees Simmons evil face, "Why is he smiling like that…?"
Dekisugi adjusted his glasses, eyes locked on Simmons. "…He's enjoying this."
The remaining BSAA soldiers formed a defensive line, weapons raised, shielding the civilians.
And then—
WHUP-WHUP-WHUP.
A helicopter descended through the smoke-filled sky.
The spotlight cut through the darkness.
Leon's eyes narrowed. "…That's not BSAA."
The chopper hovered, rotors screaming.
A familiar silhouette stood at the open door.
Red dress.
Black hair.
Simmons looked up.
His smile vanished.
"…Ada."
The name fell like poison.
"I know what you did, ADA!!!," Simmons growled. "You disobeyed me."
Ada Wong didn't answer.
She simply watched.
From the helicopter, calm. Distant. Unreachable.
Nobita frowned.
Ada…?
The name meant nothing.
No memory.
No echo from his past life.
Who is she…?
Simmons' voice rose, trembling with rage.
"You took Wesker's son away," he screamed. "You handed him over like a lab rat—just to stop MY virus?!"
Chris's jaw tightened.
Smoke began to pour from Simmons' body.
Not from the ground.
From his skin.
Veins glowed.
Muscles bulged.
"This world rejected my vision!" Simmons roared. "So I'll tear it apart—again!"
Suddenly—
A translucent blue interface flickered before Nobita's eyes.
[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]
New Weapon Available: Void-Fang Dagger
Rarity: Mythic Acquisition
Rank: SSR+
Cost: FREE
Reason: Critical Convergence Event
Nobita's breath caught.
Void-Fang…
The image appeared—
A white blade, unnaturally smooth.
A black guard shaped like folded wings.
Black-and-white lightning arced silently along its edge.
Ability: Concept Lock Effect: Immobilizes target's existence for 10 seconds
Nobita clenched his right hand.
"…I'm done running."
He accepted.
The air shattered.
Black and white lightning exploded around his arm, crawling over his skin like living veins. The blade formed in his grip with a sound like reality tearing.
CRACK—ZZZT.
Doraemon gasped. "N–Nobita…?"
Shizuka took a step back. "That… weapon…"
Gian swallowed hard. "That's not a gadget…"
Suneo whispered, "He looks like a different person…"
Dekisugi stared in awe. "…No. He is whole different."
Nobita stepped forward.
Lightning illuminated his face.
Cold. Focused.
Leon lowered his head slightly as he aims to simmons.
"…Hope you've got friends on the other side," Leon muttered.
Nobita says with leon...
"Because…No one's going to miss you here," he said quietly.
Leon glanced at him, then nodded.
"…Yeah.. You're right."
Simmons laughed wildly as his body began to mutate again
Simmons' laughter didn't fade.
It deepened.
Thicker.
The smoke around him didn't disperse—it condensed, wrapping around his body like a cocoon.
Leon's eyes widened.
"…That's not an escape."
Chris raised his weapon.
"No—this is worse."
Simmons threw his head back and screamed.
Not in pain.
In ecstasy.
Bones began to shift—audibly.
Muscle mass expanded violently, tearing the ground beneath his feet. His spine elongated, ribs tearing outward as his body swelled, growing larger… and larger… and larger.
The tent poles snapped like twigs.
Civilians screamed.
"EVERYONE BACK!" Chris roared.
Nobita turned instantly.
"Mom! Dad!"
He ran to them, gripping their shoulders firmly.
"Go back to the bunker. NOW. Don't look back."
His mother trembled. "Nobita—"
"I'll be fine," he said, voice steady. "I promise."
His father nodded grimly, pulling her away as BSAA soldiers ushered the civilians back underground.
Behind them—
Simmons' body collapsed forward, slamming onto all fours.
The smoke tore apart.
What stood there was no longer human.
A colossal Tyrannosaurus-like monstrosity, flesh warped and veined with glowing C-Virus energy. Its skin looked half-formed, pulsing, as if reality itself rejected its shape.
Shizuka whispered, frozen,
"…That's… a dinosaur…"
Leon swallowed.
"…No. That's Simmons."
The creature lifted its head—
And its jaws split open.
Not left and right.
But into three massive sections, peeling apart like a grotesque flower.
Inside—
A gigantic, unblinking eye, wet and luminous, embedded deep within its mouth.
Dekisuki's hands shook as he raised his magnifying scanner.
"Scanning… analyzing…"
His device beeped violently.
"T-that eye!" Dekisuki shouted. "It's not just sensory—it's a control core!"
He adjusted the focus, eyes wide with terror and clarity.
"That's his weakness! The eye inside the mouth—destroy it, and the mutation destabilizes!"
The T-Rex roared.
The sound shook the city.
Leon braced himself.
"…Of course it has an eye in its mouth."
Chris cracked his neck.
"Same bastard. But Bigger body."
The monster stomped forward, each step cracking concrete, its massive head lowering toward them.
Nobita stepped ahead of everyone.
Void-Fang hummed louder in his grip, black-and-white lightning crawling up his arm like a living thing.
He didn't look afraid.
He looked resolved.
"…You keep evolving," Nobita said calmly, staring straight into the massive eye.
"So will I."
The T-Rex Simmons roared again, jaws splitting wider, the eye locking directly onto Nobita—
Recognizing him.
Targeting him.
The ground trembled.
The lightning intensified.