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"No, no, no, My Lord Baron, the Heart-Shaped Herb is simply not comparable to the Stairway to the Sun Flower."
Dr. Fritz seemed quite dismissive of the Heart-Shaped Herb's effects and immediately retorted:
"In my opinion, the 'evolutionary effect' of the Stairway to the Sun Flower is unparalleled."
"From a biological perspective, the RNA characteristics of the Progenitor Virus can promote the evolution of human DNA.
If used properly, it could very likely help humanity break through…"
Then Dr. Fritz launched into a series of lengthy dissertations over the phone, discussing the two "miraculous flowers."
However, what he didn't know at the moment was that Wesker had actually given him a 'test-use Progenitor Virus mutant strain' with reduced viral activity.
But this wasn't Wesker's deliberate doing.
It was simply because he didn't have a sample of the 'original Progenitor Virus' that hadn't been artificially altered.
Even among the high-ranking officials within the Umbrella Corporation, only Oswell E. Spencer knew where to find samples of the original virus strain, which was the Stairway to the Sun Flower.
This was also a crucial reason why Wesker was so eager to find his former boss, Oswell E. Spencer, besides seeking "revenge."
The Stairway to the Sun Flower was the cornerstone of his cooperation with TriCell Corporation (hereinafter referred to as TriCell Corporation).
....
After leaving the warehouse, Wesker did not immediately go to seek revenge on Oswell E. Spencer.
Instead, he returned to his secret laboratory and began busying himself at the workbench.
The scene of resurrection he witnessed in the warehouse lingered in his mind like a nightmare.
This transaction had a profound impact on Wesker.
Just as Dr. Fritz had said, whether it was the T-Virus, the G-Virus, or other mutated viruses, they all seemed unremarkable in the face of the opponent's "miracle" of bringing the dead back to life.
It's no exaggeration to say that the technology the opponent possessed had already surpassed "death."
In fact, from a certain perspective, this was remarkably similar to the ultimate goal Wesker and the Umbrella Corporation aimed to achieve.
Could this be the true direction of human evolution?
For the first time in his life, Wesker's grand ambitions wavered slightly.
But he immediately dismissed the thought and said with extreme conviction:
"No, simple resurrection is not the key to human evolution... Only viruses can allow humanity to break the shackles of genes and enter a higher level!"
So Wesker regained his spirits.
Not only did he not become depressed by Dr. Fritz's blow, but instead, supported by his self-esteem and vast ambition, he became more resilient with each setback.
He would never admit defeat.
Because he firmly believed that one day he would be able to create a super virus that surpassed those living dead and lead humanity to a higher level of "evolution"!
It's just that... While the idea was beautiful, his accomplishments in virus research were clearly not as profound as those of his former Master Brother, William Birkin.
It was precisely for this reason, coupled with his increasingly inflated desire for power, that Wesker ultimately took the branching path of "intelligence gatherer," which was quick to yield results and highly profitable.
And now, if he wanted to achieve his desires, he probably had no choice but to cooperate with TriCell Corporation, which possessed stronger research and development capabilities.
Although the other party had frequently extended olive branches to him recently and offered to provide him with a large amount of technical support, the prerequisite was that Wesker must help TriCell Corporation find the whereabouts of the Stairway to the Sun Flower.
Clearly, TriCell Corporation truly valued not Wesker's scientific research capabilities, but his intelligence gathering abilities.
Or, to put it more bluntly, they hoped to use Wesker's hand to find the long-sought Stairway to the Sun Flower.
However, Wesker didn't care about this.
Because in his view, as long as he could achieve his ultimate goal, even being used by others was a manifestation of value.
However, just as Wesker turned to leave the laboratory and head to Europe to find his former boss, Oswell E. Spencer, a slight sound suddenly echoed in the otherwise silent laboratory.
He spun his head around sharply—
He was astonished to find that a green monster, resembling an oversized Shrek, had appeared out of thin air in front of the workbench, which should have been empty.
The creature was holding test tubes filled with various viruses and examining them with great interest.
"Where did this ghost come from?"
Wesker felt a chill of horror in his heart.
He then quickly and swiftly pulled out his pistol from his waist, aiming at the green fatty opposite him.
But before he could even speak, he witnessed a scene that would forever be etched in his memory.
The green fatty actually opened a test tube containing the T-Virus, swirled it around twice like fine wine, and then directly poured it into his large mouth, drinking it all down.
Σ(⊙▽⊙"a???
WTF???
This scene nearly made Wesker's jaw drop.
Even he would never dare to "chug" it directly.
This green fatty was too fierce, wasn't he?
However, after drinking the T-Virus, the green fatty smacked his lips, as if still wanting more.
Then he took out test tubes of G-Virus, Veronica Virus, test-use Progenitor Virus mutant strain, and even the Plaga Parasite from the virus cabinet, and drank them one by one in the same manner.
"This... this..."
Wesker's gun-wielding hand began to tremble uncontrollably from extreme shock.
He never imagined that in his lifetime he would witness someone drinking these powerful viruses, capable of destroying all of humanity and even the entire World, as if they were beverages!
No, who the hell would believe this if he told them?
This guy was definitely not human; he was very likely an extraterrestrial visitor from some mysterious Planet unknown to humanity, like Thor, or even a monster!
Wesker secretly labeled the green fatty opposite him in his mind.
"The taste isn't bad..."
At this moment, the green fatty opposite him let out a satisfied burp, a look of comfort on his face.
Then he turned to the astonished Wesker and smiled kindly, "But child, do you know, these viruses are missing the most crucial thing!"
Wesker's brain hadn't yet recovered from the shocking scene he had just witnessed, so he mechanically and subconsciously asked:
"Missing... missing what?"
"That is... the evolution of life!!!"
Wesker's pupils suddenly constricted.
That's right.
Whether it was him or the Umbrella Corporation, the core purpose of developing various viruses based on the Progenitor Virus was precisely to find a path that would allow humanity to achieve a higher level of evolution, wasn't it?
But why did the green fatty opposite him say that these viruses still lacked the evolution of life?
Kind-hearted Nurgle seemed to guess Wesker's thoughts.
So he decided to help this child who was lost in confusion and bottlenecked.
He turned and busied himself at the workbench.
First, he opened a test tube of the test-use Progenitor Virus mutant strain and poured it into a beaker, then extended his index finger into his mouth and swished it back and forth like brushing his teeth.
Then he dipped his index finger into the solution mixed with the Progenitor Virus mutant strain.
The nearly transparent solution instantly turned a vibrant, lively green.
And without any heating, viscous bubbles continuously rose from the solution.
Nurgle picked up the solution and shook it evenly, then added the T-Virus, G-Virus, and other viruses, repeating the shaking process.
Only when the solution in the beaker had completely turned dark green did he smile and hand it to Wesker.
"Your current strength is completely unmatched by your ambition..."
"Originally, I could give you something better, but it's too potent... With your current weak body, you cannot directly withstand such power."
"So I had to imbue it with more possibilities and directions for evolution."
"This includes both the origin of life and the decay of life... But ultimately, which path you take and to what extent you can unleash this potential will depend solely on your own efforts."
"Go, child, I have high hopes for you!!!"
Wesker's body trembled slightly.
Somehow, he felt an unprecedented attraction to the dark green, snot-like, disgusting solution in the beaker in Nurgle's hand.
It was as if all his hopes and future were contained within it.
And when his gaze met Nurgle's, he found that his cold, ruthless heart, surprisingly, felt a different kind of care.
It was a kind of "love" completely untainted by any external factors.
So much so that the eerie smile on the green monster's face in his eyes became as warm as a benevolent father's.
Combined with the other party's previous feat of drinking various viruses like beverages, Wesker, under some strange impulse, reached out and took the "super-potent" beaker from Nurgle's hand.
And mimicking the other party's previous action, he drank the dark green solution in one gulp.
Boom—
In an instant, Wesker felt as if some powerful force deep within his body had been released from a cage, as if it wanted to tear him apart and burst forth from his body.
Then, his vision went black, and he immediately fainted.
Nurgle saw this, smiled, shook his head, and then vanished from where he stood.
After an unknown amount of time, Wesker regained consciousness.
Looking around, the laboratory was empty, and the green monster was nowhere to be seen.
"Was it all a dream?"
"But then again, how could I be so foolish as to drink that mixture of viruses directly? That could kill someone..."
Just as Wesker felt utterly absurd, he saw the shattered beaker fragments on the ground.
Some of the fragments still had traces of dark green liquid residue.
Σ(⊙▽⊙"a???
Immediately after, Wesker felt an extraordinary power stirring within him, circulating through his limbs and bones with each heartbeat.
"It... it wasn't a dream?"
Wesker climbed up from the ground, clenched his fists, and felt an unprecedented surge of power emanating from them, a look of ecstasy immediately appearing on his face.
Because he had already noticed that the extremely unstable power he had originally obtained through the Progenitor Virus mutant strain had now... achieved a perfectly seamless integration with his body.
In other words, from now on, he would no longer have to fear physical imbalance caused by excessive combat!
Furthermore, Wesker could even clearly feel different powers within his body, originating from other distinct types of viruses.
However, these powers were currently like unsprouted seeds, awaiting his excavation and cultivation.
"This... is this the power of 'evolution'?"
Wesker was immediately captivated by this powerful and wonderful feeling, even becoming deeply engrossed in it, unable to extricate himself.
That monster just now... no, that must be a God!
And I, Wesker, am the chosen one, lucky enough to be selected by a God!
Yes, it must be like this.
At this moment, Wesker's heart was incredibly agitated; he had never imagined that one day, a high and mighty God would cast such a favorable gaze upon him, a mere mortal.
This seemed to precisely indicate that the goal he had always believed in was incredibly correct—humanity needed a new, powerful virus to achieve salvation and evolution!
Next, only those like him, the chosen ones, would be qualified to live a better life on Earth.
"It's laughable that Spencer, that old man, still deludes himself into thinking he can become a God?"
"He doesn't know that God has always existed in this World!"
"It seems it's time to settle scores with that old man."
Wesker's face twisted into a sinister smile.
And on his forehead, a mysterious symbol composed of three green rings became increasingly clear.
....
Two days later, in a small European country, within an ancient castle built on a cliff, an emaciated old man, covered in infusion devices, sat in a wheelchair, looking with complex emotions at Wesker, who had suddenly appeared and then killed all the security personnel in moments, his heart filled with emotion.
His name was Oswell E. Spencer, the former CEO and founder of the Umbrella Corporation.
Once upon a time, before the Umbrella Corporation, that massive business empire, completely collapsed, Oswell E. Spencer had been full of ambition, vowing to conquer the World and lead humanity to a higher stage of evolution.
But who would have thought that fate would not cooperate?
His grand ambition was never realized, even in his old age.
In just a few short years after the Raccoon City Biohazard outbreak, the Umbrella Corporation, once valued at over a trillion and with tentacles reaching across the globe, collapsed like a crumbling skyscraper.
And many of its research staff were either murdered or secretly poached by other pharmaceutical companies, eager to devour the remaining assets of the Umbrella Corporation.