"Useless trash who's better at failing than succeeding..."
Hearing Javier's answer, Wesker thought of that woman, Excella, again and couldn't help but curse under his breath.
That stupid woman really dropped the ball at the critical moment.
It would be one thing if she just messed up, but she actually turned her persecution onto him. This further convinced Wesker that women were just disposable tools.
"..."
"You wanted to use PG67 to affect the power of the progenitor virus in my body. I admit... you did succeed. But now, you're all going to die here."
"Whether it's Lisa on the deck or the Ultimate Ouroboros, they will all be buried with me. What a pity... that I'll have to face the new world in this hideous form."
And soon,
Something even stranger happened.
Wesker, who had been death-gripping Javier's neck, suddenly softened his tone and let Javier down from the pillar. It was as if he had let go of his hatred, speaking calmly in an extremely regretful tone.
At this moment, the grudges of the past
Seemed no longer important to Wesker.
Wearing his pitch-black sunglasses, Wesker quietly stepped back with a distorted and pained expression, no longer intending to attack anyone present.
This strange scene made Javier's heart suddenly leap into his throat. He had a bad feeling lingering in his mind—had they backfired on something?
"Wait...?!"
"What exactly happened? Speak clearly, Wesker. What do you mean by 'pity'? What did that PG67 serum do to you? Wasn't that serum just supposed to affect the balance of the progenitor virus power in your body?"
Watching Wesker gradually retreat,
Javier hurriedly broke free from the steel rebar crowbar that had pinned his body. Ignoring his bleeding wounds, Javier urgently questioned Wesker.
Javier had a premonition...
They really might have backfired on something, and the reason was that PG67 serum from just now!
"Heh heh..."
"Do you know what a floodgate is? You thought I was a water tank, and that if you smashed the tank with a stone and waited for the water inside to drain out, everything would be fine."
"But you miscalculated one thing. I am the floodgate. Now that the spillway is broken, the overwhelming flood will submerge you all."
"I injected the PG67 serum not just to balance the progenitor virus power in my body, but more because I couldn't suppress it. But now that you've broken this balance, all the progenitor virus power in my body will erupt shortly."
"I will turn into a hideous monster, lose myself, and be unable to return to my original form, just like that idiot William. That's why I said you're all going to die here."
"But it's a pity... that I won't be able to welcome the new world in my human form. It's truly a great pity. But it doesn't matter. As long as the ouroboros virus can infect the whole world, that's enough. I will still be the Creator who guides human evolution—!"
The progenitor virus in his body began to go haywire.
Wesker's face became increasingly unsightly as dense black veins began to surface on his face.
Wesker seemed to wither instantly. He found a pillar to lean against and slowly sat down, taking off his pitch-black sunglasses.
Revealing his crimson vertical pupils, he calmly answered Javier, his tone indeed filled with regret.
And now,
Javier finally understood everything—!
They had indeed backfired. PG67 wasn't a tool to dismantle the bomb, but the key to detonating it.
And Wesker was that bomb.
Because of his excessive pursuit of power, Wesker could not control the power of the progenitor virus. Every moment, he feared that his consciousness as a human would be swallowed by the virus.
After all, his junior brother William was like that.
William in G1 and G2 still retained some humanity and reason, but in G3, he was completely swallowed by the virus's power, turning into a hideous monster through and through.
To avoid this situation,
Wesker invented the PG67 serum to balance the progenitor virus power in his body and maintain his human reason and appearance.
After all...
Not everyone was like Lisa, who could easily maintain her form. Wesker wasn't a slime.
Once he began to evolve, changes would be inevitable. Body mutations, growing horns, and tentacles were all very possible.
But Wesker didn't want to become like that,
Which was why he kept injecting the PG67 serum. In Wesker's view... a version of himself that turned into a monster wouldn't be his true self.
Regarding self-identity,
Wesker had his own set of standards. Since he was to become the Creator, he had to do so in human form, not as a monster.
After all...
Have you ever seen God turn into a monster while creating the world and humanity? Obviously, Wesker didn't want to become such an imperfect Creator either.
But now,
It no longer mattered.
The progenitor virus in his body had already begun to riot, and Wesker couldn't suppress it at all.
If he could suppress it, he wouldn't have needed to inject PG67 so frequently. Wesker could already foresee that he would soon turn into a hideous form like a Tyrant.
Although that form was indeed the virus's idea of a strengthened state—and it was indeed very strong, with power and speed multiplied—
To Wesker,
Anything other than a human appearance... was a flawed evolution.
Other creatures might not care, but as the Creator, Wesker wouldn't allow himself to be imperfect. This was one of his personal obsessions.
"Wait..."
"Wesker, why do you think that just by letting the progenitor virus in your body go berserk, you can kill everyone on this Freighter?"
"While the progenitor virus has a high ceiling for power, that doesn't mean it's a match for the fusion of the original G-Virus and the T-Veronica Virus."
Watching the black veins multiply on Wesker's face and sensing the constantly increasing life energy reaction in his body, Javier's expression was panicked, but he still questioned him in time.
According to his own understanding,
Based on Wesker's potential...
Even if he pushed the progenitor virus's power to the limit, he couldn't possibly be a match for Lisa. But for some reason, Javier felt things weren't that simple.
Since Wesker dared to assert that all living things on the Freighter would die,
And even showed that genuine look of regret, it meant that everything Wesker just said was true.
But...
What trump card did Wesker have to dare boast that every living thing on the Freighter would perish—?!
"Hahaha..."
"Javier, did you forget? I said just now, although it's a pity to embrace the new world in this hideous monster form, I am still the Creator of this world."
"The Ouroboros Virus Project will inevitably be implemented. No one can stop it. Be glad, feel proud and honored, for you will be the witnesses to all of this...!"
In response to Javier's inquiry,
The critically ill Wesker suddenly couldn't help but laugh out loud. Then, under Javier's shocked gaze, Wesker took a syringe out of his waist pouch.
The liquid inside was black.
That was the highest purity ouroboros virus, even purer than the Ultimate Ouroboros virus injected into Excella.
Wesker had kept this just in case, but he hadn't expected to actually use it now. Thus, it really was a pity.
The progenitor virus in his body had never been stable,
So Wesker had never dared to try injecting and fusing with the ouroboros virus. But now it didn't matter. On the verge of death, like Spencer, he would try anything.
It was indeed as Javier said,
With just the eruption of the progenitor virus's power, even if Wesker pushed his potential to the max, he wouldn't be Lisa's match. But with the addition of the ouroboros virus, it was completely different.
Wesker would become the master of the world.
Although the 'it' at that time would no longer be the 'him' of now, it didn't matter. As long as he could become the Creator of the new world, Wesker could accept it.
*Stab...*
"Ungh—!!!"
Without hesitation, he plunged the ouroboros virus syringe into his neck. Wesker let out a pained groan.
His eyes looked at Javier and the others,
With a hint of playfulness and regret in his gaze, he finally closed his eyes slowly, waiting for the fusion reaction between the ouroboros virus and the progenitor virus.
"..."
"No way, talk about bad luck."
Looking at the resigning Wesker, Javier's face was very grim, and he couldn't help but curse on the spot.
Wesker was practically embracing death now.
With the'shirtless buff' plus the 'no sunglasses buff'—he'd even thrown away his signature shades—with these double debuffs, if he didn't die, it would be a miracle.
But Javier hadn't expected Wesker to be so ruthless.
Taking everyone down with him before dying—a fusion monster of the progenitor virus and ouroboros virus. Javier couldn't even imagine how powerful Wesker would be. This BOSS difficulty was even more insane than the Chaos Zombie from RE6!
*Tap tap tap...*
"Javier, what happened? What's wrong with Wesker...?!"
At this time,
Chris, Jill, and the others hurried to Javier's side.
They were baffled by Wesker suddenly letting go and losing his desire to attack, so they hurriedly asked Javier.
After all, Wesker was just about to strangle Javier. Why did he give up now? And what was with this 'ready to die' look?
"There's no time."
"Chris, Jill, Sheva—the three of you need to leave this Freighter immediately. Jump into the sea if you have to, just get out of this hellhole."
"The progenitor virus power in Wesker's body has erupted. He plans to fuse it with the ouroboros virus. A monster even more terrifying than the one on the deck will appear. You guys, leave here quickly!"
Seeing Chris and the others rushing over without realizing the gravity of the situation, Javier didn't hesitate and immediately barked at them to hurry away.
*Hum...*
*Gurgle gurgle...!!!*
However,
Just as Javier finished speaking,
Wesker's body began to mutate. His entire frame was already covered in pitch-black veins, his skin turned completely black, and the muscles in his chest writhed incessantly, as if something inside was about to burst out of his chest...
"..."
*Heh heh heh...*
Heavy, raspy gasps kept coming from his mouth. Wesker clutched his chest and collapsed to the ground, struggling in great pain.
He was trying his best to endure the berserk power of the progenitor virus in his body.
Not only that, he also had to endure the fusion power of the ouroboros virus.
Whether he could transcend everything and become the Creator depended on whether Wesker's luck was good enough and his will firm enough.
If his luck wasn't good enough,
Then Wesker would become a second Ultimate Ouroboros. Although he would be larger and harder to deal with than Excella's version,
It would be barely acceptable.
After all, according to the laws of Resident Evil BOSSes, generally, the larger the monster, the weaker and easier it was to deal with.
But if his luck was good enough.