[Given that the host has set taking control of the Umbrella Corporation as an early-stage goal, the first mission issued by this system is as follows.]
Mission Objective: Seize control of the 'NEST,' the underground research facility in Raccoon City.
Time Limit: Sixty days.
Success Reward: 150 points.
Failure Penalty: None.]
Hearing this, Sanders knew he had to take control of the research facility codenamed 'NEST' even without a system mission.
Besides the T-Virus and g-virus, it housed all kinds of high-end technology and top-tier talent, especially the facility's supervisor—
William Birkin.
Although this guy's first impression on most players was that of an annoying boss infected by the g-virus, it was undeniable that Birkin was absolutely a genius among geniuses, and also the father of the g-virus.
Oswell E. Spencer, one of Umbrella's founders, even wanted to use the properties of the g-virus to evolve into a god and achieve the ultimate goal of immortality.
If Birkin hadn't been a backstabber, he might have actually helped Spencer complete his evolution.
[The challenge mission details are as follows.] Just then, the system continued in Sanders's mind:
[Mission Objective: Execute or contain James Marcus, the leech queen located in the Arklay Mountains.
Time Limit: 60 days.
Success Reward: 200 points.
Failure Penalty: None.]
'Marcus?' Sanders was taken aback.
James Marcus was one of the founders of Umbrella, and he used leeches to perfect the T-Virus.
However, in order to claim Marcus's results for himself, Spencer instigated Marcus's two apprentices—Birkin and Wesker, that perfect pair of backstabbers—to assassinate their master.
Marcus was gunned down by an Umbrella private military unit while conducting experiments; in his final moments, he witnessed his two apprentices standing with the unit.
However... a sample of the leech queen entered Marcus's body. Birkin and Wesker didn't even bother to check before haphazardly dumping Marcus's corpse into the sewers.
After twenty years, Marcus merged perfectly with the virus, becoming a hermaphroditic leech queen and the boss of Resident Evil 0.
"See, this is exactly what happens when you don't double-tap, dismember, or cremate the body," Sanders blurted out.
After speaking.
Sanders focused his gaze on the vial of serum, reached out with his right hand to grip it, and after observing it before his eyes for a moment, he asked the system:
'System, I want to know two things. First, must I inject the entire serum for my body to undergo changes?
Second, if I inject the serum, can the researchers of this world extract the serum from my blood again?'
[Yes, and this serum is exclusive to the host; others cannot use it.]
[They can.]
[However, refining the serum from blood is extremely difficult. It would require top-tier experts in fields like biology and chemistry to refine a serum without side effects.]
[Note: This serum is for intramuscular injection. Host, please do not perform an intravenous injection.]
'Alright, I understand.'
After hearing the system's simple and clear reply, Sanders immediately followed the original owner's memories to find a small 'medical' bag kept in the bedroom.
He unzipped it.
Ignoring various plastic boxes containing 'pills' and ampoules filled with 'liquids,' he took out a disposable alcohol swab.
Sitting back down at the computer desk, he tore open the packaging and used the alcohol swab to wipe the skin of his left anterior deltoid.
He tossed the alcohol swab into the trash can under the desk, removed the protective cap from the serum, and injected it without a second thought.
There was a 'pssh~' sound.
The moment the needle entered the muscle, the syringe automatically completed the injection.
Pulling out the needle and tossing the syringe into the trash as well, Sanders chose to lean back against the chair, staring at the ceiling and quietly feeling the changes the serum brought to him.
!
Less than a few seconds passed.
Sanders noticed his body starting to heat up, followed by muscle twitching, and finally an unbearable itch, as if ants were crawling on his bones.
But Sanders could grit his teeth and endure it, forcing his hands not to scratch his body; after all, this wasn't the discomfort of sharp pain.
The entire process lasted about two minutes. Only then did Sanders, drenched in sweat, relax his tensed nerves.
However, Sanders's physique hadn't changed noticeably; it was still a build that was above average but not quite 'burly.'
After taking deep breaths for a moment, Sanders felt exhausted all over, as if he had just finished intense exercise, and at the same time... he was extremely hungry.
Unbearably hungry!
Without time to carefully experience the advantages of being a 'Super Soldier,' Sanders sprang up and left, running toward the living room without even putting on slippers.
Rushing into the living room, his eyes locked onto the refrigerator against the wall.
Stepping forward quickly, he reached out with his right hand to pull open the refrigerator door.
But with a 'Clang—!', Sanders actually ripped the refrigerator door off its hinges.
Moreover, the door felt like it had no weight at all to him, as light as if he were holding a few sheets of paper.
"Gurgle... rumble..."
!!
The sound of his stomach growling left Sanders no time for much thought. After gently placing the door on the floor, he began to frantically raid the food inside the refrigerator.
Sandwiches that might or might not have expired, a half-eaten smoked sausage—anything edible was stuffed into Sanders's mouth to be chewed and swallowed.
Suddenly choking... he didn't choose to drink tap water, but instead took out a glass bottle of lemonade from the fridge.
Using his right thumb nail as a bottle opener, he popped it open and drank it all down in one go.
Then, he looked at the refrigerator door by his right foot and nodded with a satisfied expression.
No need to even test it; in terms of strength, he had already surpassed ordinary humans. As for running speed and endurance, they were surely not much different from the Super Soldiers in 'The Falcon and the Winter Soldier.'
Had it not been for the system's reminder that the serum was exclusive to him, Sanders had considered having those Elites replicate the serum in large quantities after seizing the NEST.
But on second thought.
Ensuring his own safety was the primary objective; only then would he consider building an army of Super Soldiers.
To put it selfishly, Sanders wanted to live, and having the qualities of a Super Soldier would significantly increase his survival rate.