"Why are the brain circuits of you geniuses so peculiar? It's either world domination or world destruction. Is there a reason for this? Explain it to me...?"
Listening to Alexia's unrestrained belittlement of himself, Javier, who also wouldn't indulge this female pervert, applied a similar formula and retorted with equally sharp words.
After all, immortality is a conventional selfish wish; everyone wants to live forever, indestructible and unendingly present in the world.
But what's with world domination and world destruction?
Did the world provoke you villains? You're always talking about dominating or destroying the entire world.
This makes people like Javier, who want to slowly enjoy life with the power of immortality, feel very helpless. If I'm immortal, I should enjoy life properly.
But you immediately want to dominate and destroy the world, which instantly disrupts my rhythm. So, Javier has no choice but to stop them.
"Hmph..."
"..."
In response to Javier's rebuttal,
Alexia, however, couldn't be bothered. After a cold snort, she lowered her head again and continued watching her show.
Alexia found this question difficult to answer. She couldn't possibly say that she had an epileptic fit and suddenly, in a fit of chuunibyou, wanted to dominate the world for fun, could she?
But the current Alexia no longer had this idea. World domination was a very troublesome matter. With six or seven billion people globally, even if she was a genius, governing them would be extremely difficult.
And if everyone was infected and turned into monsters, then no one would continue to act in the movies and TV shows she liked.
The world would be very boring that way, so it's better to be normal. This was Alexia's changed perspective after passing through her rebellious phase.
Seeing that Alexia didn't continue to answer,
Javier, feeling rebuffed, could only continue to check his weapons. Because this mission involved facing the boss Wesker,
Javier had packed his spatial ring with various heavy weapons, including heavy machine guns and individual rocket launchers, bringing them all along.
He even had the individual electromagnetic particle cannon that ended Alexia at the Antarctic Research Institute. One could say he was ridiculously fully armed!
Scotland, UK—
On a secluded hillside in a small town stood an eerie Mansion Villa, a venerable old Mansion built in the nineteenth century.
It belonged to the Spencer family, an old heirloom.
However, due to Spencer's virus research and his move to America to create Umbrella Corporation, it had been abandoned for a long time.
And now, Spencer, having failed in his venture and returned,
could only slink back to his old home, where he and his butler began cleaning the dust from the Mansion Villa and started living there.
During his period of rest and recuperation,
Spencer also didn't forget to research bio-viruses. Because he was paralyzed and confined to a wheelchair, he had his loyal butler Elvin assist him with experiments.
Unfortunately,
due to a lack of experimental data and live test subjects, the research progress stalled. Spencer simply couldn't complete his immortality project in a short time.
And when he recalled the betrayal of Wesker and Alex, Spencer felt a pang of regret.
There's no turning back in the world.
Spencer had no choice; drawing ever closer to death, he decided to take a risky gamble: have his butler leak his location.
He planned to lure either Wesker or Alex, and have these former subordinates complete his immortality project.
However,
Spencer was unaware,
that this risky move was indeed very dangerous, because not only Wesker would be drawn in, but also other forces: members of the BSAA anti-bioterrorism organization, and the third-party force led by Javier.
After all, as the head of the Umbrella Corporation, it was perfectly normal for him to be noticed by so many people!
Inside the Mansion Villa—
"Splash..."
"Elvin, Elvin...?! Make me a cup of hot tea. I plan to greet the guests who will be arriving soon."
It seemed he had a premonition that Wesker, his former subordinate and student, was coming. Spencer, sitting by the French windows on the second floor of the large Mansion Villa,
gazing at the dark, turbulent weather outside, suddenly called loudly to his butler in the room.
But soon,
Spencer realized something was wrong.
No one in the room with the French windows replied to him. It was then that Spencer realized,
that in the morning,
he had already given Elvin, his butler, the last of his money and told him to leave the Mansion Villa. At this moment, he was the only one left alone in the entire Mansion Villa.
Thinking of this,
Spencer couldn't help but let out a self-deprecating laugh.
Old age truly makes one forget things; he was even starting to get Alzheimer's. At the same time, Spencer couldn't help but sigh,
that his life had truly been tragic.
When he was about to die, there was no one around to accompany him. Was it the punishment for his excessive greed, or was it simply his nature?
Regarding this,
Spencer couldn't be bothered to think anymore. At this moment, he was already past fifty, his hair had turned completely white and he was balding, time had left deep wrinkles on his skin and face, his skin was loose and creased, his muscles weak.
He wore a thin red silk pajama, lying quietly in a wheelchair, with an electrocardiogram specifically monitoring his heart rate, attached to both sides of his temples.
His pupils were white, his vision blurry. At this moment, Spencer himself was like a skeleton in a tomb, like an old withered tree, capable of dying at any moment.
It was hard to imagine,
that this was Spencer, one of the founders and CEO of the Umbrella Corporation, once the world's largest enterprise!
"Hehe..."
"Since there's no one, I'll pour the tea myself. That unruly student will be quite lucky to taste the tea brewed by a dying man like me."
With a self-deprecating smile,
the aged and frail Spencer directly pulled off the electrocardiogram wires attached to his temples. This thing was no longer of any use.
On the verge of death,
he no longer needed these things to prolong his lingering life. Extending his emaciated hands, Spencer slowly pushed the wheels of his wheelchair, gradually inching towards the nearby table.
"Click—!"
"Buzz buzz buzz..."
Pressing the heating button on the kettle, Spencer tremblingly took out the tea leaves from the canister and put them into the cup. After quietly waiting for the water to boil,
he poured the hot water into the teacup, and a sweet tea aroma slowly wafted out. As a Briton, Spencer could not escape the allure of tea.
Especially as he got older,
the more he liked the taste of tea, bitter, sweet, various flavors intertwining in his mouth, just like his tumultuous life, leaving an endless aftertaste.
Only by quietly sipping a cup of tea and closing his eyes could Spencer recall his glorious and carefree past...
And not—
the helpless self paralyzed in a wheelchair the moment he opened his eyes...!
After brewing the hot tea, Spencer immediately turned his wheelchair around, facing the French windows and silently watching the stormy, thundering weather outside.
Spencer didn't speak much to himself, silently closing his eyes and falling into a period of rest and napping. He quietly waited in the darkness for a sound.
And after about thirty minutes,
the tea on the table had already cooled twice. Spencer refilled the third cup. As the saying goes, third time's the charm.
Just as Spencer closed his eyes again to continue napping and resting, a clear set of footsteps entered Spencer's ears.
"Thump thump thump...!!!"
Without any attempt to conceal himself, he walked casually on the floor of the Mansion Villa, pushed open the room door, and then swaggered in, as if the footsteps belonged to the owner of the Mansion Villa.
"..."
"You've arrived...?"
Without needing to turn around,
Spencer knew who had come. He asked in a hoarse voice, and the owner of the footsteps behind him paused in surprise,
as if slightly taken aback by Spencer's words. Opening his eyes, Spencer's blurry gaze immediately saw Wesker standing beside him, just as he had expected. Wesker, his student, was the first to arrive.
"..."
"You knew I would return...?"
After a brief moment of surprise,
Wesker resumed his usual cold expression. His dark sunglasses stared intently at the dying man before him. Wesker asked Spencer, who was sitting in the wheelchair, in a faint voice.
The once immensely powerful Spencer was now in such a disheveled state, which truly surprised Wesker. It was like a high and mighty emperor suddenly turning into a beggar, a huge contrast.
And Wesker, who had once served Spencer in his rise to power, had now been promoted and elevated,
becoming an existence Spencer could only look up to, unable to surpass.
After all, Wesker, possessing the progenitor virus, had a much longer lifespan than Spencer. Although not infinite, he certainly had several hundred years...
At this moment, Wesker, like Chris,
had significantly increased muscle mass, becoming much more robust.
Broad-shouldered and strong-chested, he wore a black scale-patterned trench coat over a tight combat suit and long boots, with black gauntlets. He carried almost no weapons, only a pistol and a blade at his waist.
His dark sunglasses were still the core of his being, his face chiseled and angular, and his golden slicked-back hair was smooth and shiny, exuding the aura of a major villainous BOSS.
If one were to list the most imposing villain BOSSes in gaming history, Albert Wesker would certainly be on that list.
And that pistol and close-combat dagger,
were merely a testament to Wesker's confidence in his own strength. Having perfectly merged with the progenitor virus, he had now gained superhuman abilities. His speed, strength, explosiveness, and endurance were almost unmatched.
No bullet could hit his body, and even if it did, he could recover very quickly.
He could withstand high temperatures and extreme cold, and various harsh environments, and he didn't even have a fatal weakness like Kryptonite. At this moment, Wesker truly felt invincible!
And the pistol and close-combat dagger,
were merely for Wesker's 'just in case' scenarios. Although his close-combat abilities were off the charts, he lacked means for long-range attacks.
A well-placed pistol filled this gap, but Wesker would more often resolve battles through hand-to-hand combat.
After all...
this hand-to-hand fighting style was the most direct way to showcase his immense power. This is also why some powerful superheroes, despite having other abilities, still choose close-quarters combat.
Even legendary mages and archers, who could use ranged attacks, would still be obsessed with close-quarters combat, crushing their opponents with their least proficient methods. Is there any more satisfying way to mock someone?
"..."
"I didn't 'know' you would come, Wesker, I knew you 'would definitely' come!"
Hearing Wesker's doubt, Spencer was unconcerned, calmly replying. At the same time, his withered hand pointed to the still warm tea on the nearby table, as if Spencer was inviting Wesker to drink the tea he personally brewed before continuing their conversation.
Seeing this,
Wesker rarely showed a mocking smile.
He picked up the tea on the table and drank it in one gulp. Having evolved into a superhuman, he naturally no longer feared any poison.
Therefore, Wesker didn't think Spencer, this old man, would be foolish enough to try to poison him. At the same time, Wesker was surprised that Spencer, this old man, could be so open-minded when he was about to die.
He even brewed the tea himself.
After all, Spencer was paralyzed in a wheelchair, and brewing tea was a very difficult task for him.