Finishing the last bite of the cloyingly sweet donut, Leah clutched her slightly bulging belly and let out a small, uncontrollable burp.
A trace of embarrassed flush appeared on her face as she hurriedly and cautiously looked toward the figure sitting on a scenic bench not far away.
Lilith only gave her a faint glance. Her crimson eyes were calm and rippleless, but the silent pressure contained within them instantly made Leah understand the meaning of that look.
Shut your mouth!
Not a single word must be spoken!
"Please rest assured, Leader!"
Leah immediately straightened her back, her expression serious and earnest.
"I saw nothing today! Even if someone pointed a gun at my head, I wouldn't reveal a single word! I'll definitely let these secrets rot in my stomach, even if I have to break my teeth and swallow them!"
Was she joking? Spreading word of the Leader's other side would definitely lead to a death faster and more miserable than being beaten to death by every SSS Hunter in the world.
Leah had no doubt that Lilith had a hundred ways to make her shut up for good.
Lilith didn't respond to her declaration of loyalty, merely turning her gaze toward the gathering crowd of tourists.
The guides for the first group of visitors were waving small flags, leading people onto the elevator to the elevated sightseeing cable car station.
She stood up, pressed down the brim of her hat, and stepped into the flow of people.
Leah felt as if she had been granted a grand pardon and quickly followed with small steps, maintaining a distance of half a pace—neither daring to be too close and attract attention, nor daring to stay too far and lose her.
They boarded a spacious, enclosed sightseeing cable car with enough interior space to accommodate over twenty people.
Lilith chose a corner seat by the window, while Leah cautiously sat diagonally behind her.
The cable car started slowly, gliding smoothly along the elevated tracks built over the massive enclosure.
Below, the full panorama of Jurassic World gradually unfolded before their eyes.
On the vast plains, herds of Brachiosaurus moved with heavy steps, their long necks swaying leisurely.
The backs of massive Stegosauruses looked like moving mountains. Herds of Pachyrhinosaurus drank by the lake, while numerous small and medium-sized herbivores like Gallimimus and Parasaurolophus darted between them.
Sunlight spilled over their rough skin, which, combined with the meticulously arranged Jurassic vegetation in the enclosure, formed a shocking and harmonious prehistoric picture.
The tourists let out bursts of amazement, and the sound of camera shutters was constant.
However, leaning against the window, Lilith's crimson eyes narrowed slightly. Compared to the others, she saw a different scene.
[Thermal Vision], activated.
The colors of the world faded, transforming into outlines defined by temperature.
The behemoths below turned into clusters of moving red life-light in her eyes.
But inside many of these light clusters, especially in the chest area, another small, cold point of light was nested!
These points of light formed a sharp contrast with the dinosaurs' body temperature; they were even pulsing slightly, as if they were living organisms themselves.
Clearly, these blue points of light were Xenomorph Embryos.
Most of the observed herbivorous dinosaurs had Xenomorph Eggs parasitizing their bodies.
Like latent time bombs, they quietly absorbed the host's nutrients, waiting for the moment they would burst from the chest.
"It seems the incubation period has been deliberately extended..."
Lilith analyzed expressionlessly.
She just didn't know if it was due to drug suppression or if the Xenomorph variants of this world naturally had a longer gestation cycle.
"Madness."
Lilith withdrew her gaze and softly uttered two words, her tone neither praising nor condemning, just a pure statement.
The Balancer had fused the worlds of Jurassic World, Alien, and Resident Evil.
But the ones who pushed this fusion to such an extreme and large scale were undoubtedly the humans of this world themselves.
Letting tourists unknowingly watch walking Xenomorph incubators up close.
They were playing with fire—no, they were building an amusement park on an active volcano.
Lilith was curious how the park's managers, or rather the controllers behind the scenes, intended to control these dinosaur-Xenomorph hybrids that were about to hatch.
Whether they were confident in having special control methods, or if they were actually looking forward to some kind of loss of control.
At the same time, Lilith did not overlook another possibility.
Since there were Xenomorphs, it wasn't impossible for Resident Evil elements to be fused in as well.
Whether fragments of the T-virus or other genetic viruses had been secretly embedded into the gene sequences of certain dinosaurs, and whether a biological crisis more bizarre and unpredictable than the Xenomorphs lurked within them.
These were all unknowns.
The mission to survive for seven days now seemed exceptionally heavy and logical.
This wasn't just about fighting wild dinosaurs; it was about facing a distorted hell created by mad science that could collapse at any moment... Meanwhile, deep within the park, inside a silver-white building hidden behind dense forest and camouflaged rock walls.
The massive underground laboratory was brightly lit, filled with a cold sense of technology and a faint smell of preservatives.
In the center, a cylindrical transparent incubation pod over ten meters high was particularly striking, filled with pale green nutrient solution.
In the center of the incubation pod suspended a chillingly massive creature.
It roughly retained the streamlined body outline of a Xenomorph, but its size far exceeded that of a regular one, nearly the size of a large truck.
The Exoskeleton wasn't purely black but displayed a grayish-green metallic luster, its surface covered in thick, crocodile-like scutes.
Its head was broader and thicker, with a heavy fan-shaped crest extending out like a sturdy defensive shield.
Its snout was shortened, replaced by a more developed jaw structure, with sharp teeth gleaming faintly within.
Those weren't just internal pharyngeal jaws; they were more like a terrifying weapon fused with the bite characteristics of a Tyrannosaurus Rex.
An exceptionally thick tail with a heavy blade at the end swayed slowly in the nutrient solution.
If one had to describe its appearance, it looked somewhat like a Glavenus from Monster Hunter, but its ferocity was even more terrifying!
Standing before the incubation pod was a middle-aged man wearing a white lab coat and gold-rimmed glasses.
With his hands in his pockets, his eyes behind the lenses flashed with a nearly fanatical light of appreciation, a satisfied smile hanging on his lips.
"A perfect creation..."
He whispered to himself, his voice steady and full of confidence.
"Fusing the genetic strength of a Xenomorph, the absolute power of a Tyrannosaurus, and the unparalleled adaptation and mutation capabilities of the T-virus."
"The growth phase of the Imperial Guard Titan Ravager is going even more smoothly than expected."
He took one last deep look at the sleeping behemoth in the incubation pod and turned to walk into the depths of the laboratory.
There, an alloy door almost blended into the surrounding silver-white walls.
There were no markings on the door, only complex electronic locks and biometric identification devices.
The man passed through iris, fingerprint, and voiceprint scans, as well as a long string of dynamic password verifications.
The heavy alloy door slid open silently to both sides, revealing a wide staircase extending downward.
The stairs were also made of metal, leading to an even deeper underground space.
An aura far more violent, chaotic, and ancient than the one in the incubation pod, mixed with low growls and vibrations, continuously wafted up from below.
The roar penetrated layers of soundproofing, still possessing an ear-splitting intensity; the rage and desire for destruction contained within were enough to make any sane person's legs go weak.
However, the Man with Glasses seemed to be listening to the most beautiful symphony.
He took a deep breath, a near-ecstatic expression appearing on his face as he enjoyed the pure and ultimate violent pressure rushing toward him.
Because down here was what he had spent countless efforts on, breaking through ethical and technical limits to truly create—
The ultimate masterpiece!
He straightened the collar of his white lab coat and, with steady steps, walked down the metal stairs, his silhouette gradually disappearing into the gloom of the stairwell, merging into that abyss nurturing unknown horror and perfection...