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Violent winds mixed with torrential rain poured frantically through the gaping black window.
The old documents on the desk, recording the sinful history of the Ashford Family, were instantly swept into the air, dancing wildly before being soaked by the rain and clinging limply to the walls and carpet.
The classic green banker's lamp was sent flying by this destructive force.
Leon and Ada's reactions were fast, almost surpassing the limits of humanity.
The moment the glass shattered, the two had already lunged toward the massive bookshelves on either side.
Their bodies pressed tightly against the cold, hard mahogany bookshelves, using the only cover available to escape the glass storm that could have instantly shredded flesh and blood.
Claire's reaction was equally swift.
She ducked low, sliding like a nimble cat beside a massive bookshelf carved from a single piece of ebony.
Cold rainwater and sharp glass shards whistled past, nearly grazing her scalp.
Noah ducked behind a bookshelf, quietly watching the huge, bloated dark shadow that burst through the broken window.
"Boom—"
The shadow landed heavily on the thick, deep purple Persian carpet woven with intricate patterns.
The entire floor of the study shook violently from the impact.
The carpet absorbed most of the impact and sound, making the landing feel eerily muffled.
It was a monster they had encountered before.
Its form was so massive and bloated that as it slowly straightened up, its disproportionately large body almost touched the exaggeratedly high ceiling of the study.
Its skin had a dirty yellow-white hue, as if it had been soaked in oil.
Beneath that yellow-white skin were countless massive veins writhing like earthworms.
One of its arms was as thick as a stone pillar.
Its fingers had mutated into ten razor-sharp bone claws.
A thick, dark green liquid mixed with rainwater dripped from those bone claws.
"Roar..."
It opened its massive, lip-less mouth, which split almost to its ears, letting out a low, threatening hiss.
A stench like a sewer instantly filled the entire study.
Ada leaned out from behind the bookshelf, her black tmp submachine gun already aimed at the monster's equally disproportionate head.
A hint of disappointment and disdain flashed in her black, silk-like almond eyes.
"This is it?"
Her voice was soft, yet carried the condescending scrutiny of a queen.
"I thought some impressive big shot was making an entrance."
"Whoa, this guy's look is certainly... creative."
Leon also stepped out from behind the bookshelf on the other side, holding his shotgun in one hand while absentmindedly picking his ear with the other.
He looked at the yellow monster baring its teeth at them, an exaggeratedly mocking expression on his face.
"The Leaper, an early mass-produced B.O.W. developed by Umbrella's European branch," Noah's calm voice slowly rang out.
He looked at the monster, which players in his past life's game jokingly called the 'Weakest Tyrant,' and curled his lip.
"To put it bluntly, it's just a biological tool for clearing out trash."
Hearing Noah's words, Claire poked her head, tied in a reddish-brown ponytail, out from behind the bookshelf.
She looked at the The Leaper, which was still trying its best to look fierce, her blue eyes filled with undisguised distaste.
"We were startled by something like this?"
Inside the The Leaper's head, which had almost no brain tissue, it couldn't seem to understand the mocking and contemptuous gazes of these tiny two-legged creatures.
It only knew that its grand entrance had been completely ruined by these damn intruders.
The most primitive attack command implanted within it was fully activated at this moment.
"ROAR—!!!!"
It let out a deafening roar of rage.
Its legs, thick as stone pillars, suddenly kicked off the ground.
Its massive, bloated body turned into a yellow blur, lunging toward Noah, the closest target, with an incredible speed that completely defied its size!
Those razor-sharp bone claws drew a heart-stopping, cold glint in the dim light!
However.
The very instant it was about to pounce on Noah.
Noah simply took a light step to the left.
This subtle movement allowed him to perfectly evade the The Leaper's heavy, lethal pounce.
Immediately after.
Using his left foot as a pivot, his body performed a rapid 180-degree spin.
His right leg, like a steel whip tightened to the limit, carried his full body weight and centrifugal force as it whipped out fiercely from the side!
"BANG—!!!!!"
A heavy, terrifying boom, louder than a bullet hitting a sandbag, exploded in the silent study!
Noah's long right leg accurately and violently kicked the The Leaper in its massive waist and abdomen!
The previously overbearing The Leaper's entire body caved inward at a terrifying, exaggerated angle.
Its cloudy eyes, filled with rage and brutality, instantly bulged outward from the unimaginable impact!
It couldn't even manage a proper wail.
Its massive, bloated body was like a tattered sandbag kicked by a giant, flying in a perfect arc at a speed even faster than it had arrived.
With a "whoosh," it flew back out through the huge window it had crashed through.
From outside came the dull thud of a heavy object hitting the ground.
Then, there was no more movement.
The study fell into silence.
Only the cold wind and rain continued to pour in through the large breach.
Noah retracted his leg and leisurely brushed off non-existent dust from his pant leg.
Then he turned his head and raised an eyebrow smugly at Claire.
Claire looked at his arrogant, praise-seeking expression and couldn't help but roll her eyes.
She walked quickly to Noah, reached out her fair, slender hand, and grabbed him by the ear.
Noah immediately let out an exaggerated cry.
"Look at you showing off! Look at you acting cool!"
Claire said in a half-angry, half-amused, coquettish tone, twisting his ear symbolically while lowering her voice.
"No matter how powerful you are, you have to listen to me from now on! You're not allowed to rush ahead alone like that again! Do you hear me?!"
Though she was scolding him, her beautiful blue eyes were filled with laughter and love she couldn't hide.
"Yes, yes... I hear you, I hear you..."
Noah pleaded for mercy while grimacing, using his other hand to gently hold Claire's mischievous little hand.
"How would I dare not listen to my wife's words..."
Leon, watching the two of them shamelessly flaunt their affection as if no one else was there, couldn't help but twitch his lips twice.
He silently put away his shotgun, then turned and spoke to the dark secret passage in an exaggeratedly poetic tone.
"Oh, my dear secret passage, so full of the unknown and danger, please allow this lonely single policeman to be the first to throw himself into your cold embrace!"
With that, he walked into the deep darkness without looking back.
Ada watched Leon's slightly flamboyant back, a hint of a smile flashing deep in her eyes that even she hadn't noticed.
She put away her submachine gun and quickly followed him in.
Noah and Claire shared a smile and followed suit.
Behind the secret passage was another part of the mansion.
This area seemed to have been most directly affected by the bombing.
Ruins and broken walls were everywhere.
Massive sections of wall had completely vanished, revealing the charred, hideous skeletal structure of the building.
The howling night wind, carrying cold rain and the distinct salty stench of the sea mixed with a burnt smell, blew unhindered against their faces.
The four of them walked through a narrow corridor paved with large stone blocks.
On one side of the corridor was a bottomless, pitch-black cliff.
On the other side was the massive mountain face, pitted and scarred from explosions.
At the end of the corridor was a winding flight of stone steps leading upward.
The steps were exceptionally slippery from the rain and covered in a thick layer of green moss.
The four of them stepped onto the ancient, dilapidated stairs, climbing up step by step.
Just then.
"BOOM—RUMBLE—!!!"
A massive bolt of lightning, thick like a silver dragon, suddenly tore through the heavy, leaden night sky!
The entire world was illuminated in a pale, deathly white for an instant!
By that fleeting, piercing light, they finally saw what lay at the end of the stairs.
It was an ancient castle built independently atop the cliff's peak.
The scale of that castle, while not nearly as grand as the main mansion below...
But its Gothic-style spires, dilapidated ancient walls, and dark, hollow windows—like the eyes of a demon—
all exuded an even more primitive, bone-chilling aura of evil on this night of torrential rain, thunder, and lightning.
"Ah... Hahahahahaha!!"
Just as the deafening roll of thunder passed,
Alfred's androgynous, shrill, and frantic laughter—like a demonic sound from Hell—suddenly erupted from the ancient castle atop the mountain!
The laughter crashed back and forth, echoing endlessly through the empty valley.
"Come now! My dear little mouse!"
"The final stage I prepared for you has already been built!"
"Come! Come and admire my greatest masterpiece! Hahahahahaha!!"
...Meanwhile.
Deep beneath the mansion, in a strange palace composed of countless mirrors.
Jill had just finished a brief communication with Chris.
She reported her safety to Chris and told him to prioritize finding Claire, whose situation was even more uncertain.
She knew Chris's character well; if he didn't ensure his sister's safety first, he would never be able to focus on anything else.
And she, Jill Valentine, the Master of Unlocking for S.T.A.R.S.,
had enough confidence to escape this godforsaken place on her own.
She stood up and began to carefully examine this underground space filled with strangeness and foreboding.
It was a massive, empty circular hall.
The surrounding walls and even the ceiling were pieced together from spotless, giant mirrors.
Countless soft lights hidden behind the mirrors illuminated the entire space as bright as day, yet there wasn't a single shadow.
Thousands of Jill's reflections were infinitely mirrored and extended in those cold surfaces until the end of her vision.
Each one appeared so small and lonely.
This place was like a meticulously crafted, magnificent mental cage.
Just then,
a huge floor-to-ceiling mirror in front of her suddenly flickered.
The countless reflections of Jill in the mirror vanished instantly, like reflections disturbed by ripples in water.
In their place was an old video clip filled with static noise.
In the video,
a little girl who looked only five or six years old was sitting in front of a cold metal surgical table.
She had dazzling blonde hair that looked like molten gold.
She wore an exquisitely crafted white lace princess dress.
Her face was as delicate as the most perfect ceramic doll.
However, in her blue eyes, which should have been innocent, there was no trace of childhood purity or curiosity.
Instead, there was only a sense of calm and indifference, cold as ten-thousand-year-old ice.
She was softly humming an old nursery rhyme with a simple melody that carried a hint of eerie sorrow.
On the silver metal tray in front of her lay a dead bird.
She reached out her small, fair hands, which were almost transparent.
In her hand was a surgical scalpel gleaming with a cold, grim light.
Humming the tuneless nursery rhyme, she began to rapidly cut and separate the parts of the poor bird with the scalpel.
Wings, head, claws, internal organs... she carefully picked up each tiny organ with tweezers and rearranged them on another clean tray in an order filled with a morbid sense of beauty.
Throughout the process, there wasn't the slightest change in her facial expression.
It was as if she weren't dismembering a once-living creature,
but completing a work of art filled with a sense of sacred ritual.
Finally,
she took the bird that had been completely torn apart and pieced it back together into a bizarre, unrecognizable form according to her own twisted aesthetic.
After finishing all this, she satisfiedly put down the scalpel and tweezers.
A trace of a child-like, innocent smile finally appeared on her face.
That smile was pure and flawless.
Yet it made Jill, watching from outside the mirror, feel a bone-chilling cold and a strong sense of nausea rising from the depths of her Soul.
She had seen countless heinous criminals.
She had also seen terrifying monsters whose minds had been twisted by viruses.
But she had never seen a being like this little girl, who perfectly blended pure evil with an angelic appearance.
The video ended abruptly.
The massive floor-to-ceiling mirror made a slight mechanical sound and slowly rose upward.
Revealed behind it was a deep indentation in the wall.
Inside the indentation sat an extremely ornate antique Music Box.
However, there were three obvious circular gaps on the surface of the Music Box.
Clearly, this was a mechanism that required finding three missing parts to open.
Suppressing the nausea and shock in her heart, Jill began to search the massive Mirror Palace carefully.
She soon found a hidden compartment behind a movable mirror that could be pushed inward.
Inside the compartment lay the first circular Music Box fragment, crafted from pure silver.
She stowed the fragment and continued searching for the remaining clues.
As she walked to another huge floor-to-ceiling mirror on the other side of the hall,
she keenly sensed something was wrong.
Her reflection in the mirror seemed to have a very slight distortion and blurriness.
The moment she focused her gaze to look closer,
the reflection in the mirror suddenly underwent a violent change!
A terrifying figure, nauseatingly dark green and shaped like a giant lizard, appeared behind her reflection without warning!
It was a Hunter!
Exactly like the ones she had encountered in the Raccoon City park!
"Roar—!!"
The Hunter let out a low growl and swung its two massive, sharp claws—capable of tearing through steel—as it lunged out from the mirror, which rippled like water!
Its movements were so sudden and swift!
However, Jill's reaction was even faster!
Just an instant before the Hunter's claws could touch her body,
she threw her entire body backward into an extreme bridge position!
Then, pushing off the ground with her hands, she performed a series of fluid backflips, her body carving a graceful arc through the air before landing lightly five meters away.
The two claws, carrying a foul wind, whistled past her nose by a hair's breadth!
"Da-da-da-da-da-da-da—!!!"
The moment her feet hit the ground, the ump9 submachine gun in Jill's hands spat out tongues of vengeful fire!
A long stream of 9mm bullets poured like a storm onto the Hunter, which had just landed and hadn't yet regained its footing!
The bullets tore through its tough dark-green skin, erupting in cloud after cloud of foul-smelling, dark-green blood mist!
The Hunter, hit by this sudden and violent counterattack, let out a pained hiss, its body freezing for a brief moment.
A cold killing intent flashed in Jill's eyes.
Without any hesitation, she whipped out the single-shot Grenade Launcher from her back!
Load, aim, pull the trigger!
All in one smooth motion!
"Boom—!!!"
A high-explosive grenade, carrying unmatched kinetic energy, whistled through the air and accurately hit the Hunter's massive mouth, which was still hissing in pain!
After a dull explosion like a watermelon being smashed,
the Hunter's entire head was instantly blown into a spray of green meat.
Its massive, headless corpse twitched violently a few times before falling heavily onto the mirrored floor, polluted by its own foul blood.
Jill slowly exhaled a breath of turbid air and stepped forward warily.
In the pile of bloody, unrecognizable head remains, she found something gleaming with a metallic luster.
Using the tip of her tactical knife, she carefully picked it out.
It was the second Music Box fragment.
This fragment had actually been embedded into the Hunter's skull in an extremely cruel manner.
Jill's B.O.W. furrowed tightly.
A bad premonition welled up in her heart.
She looked up at the pitch-black passage the Hunter had crashed through.
In the depths of that passage, it seemed as if some even more terrifying and evil presence was silently waiting for her.
Jill took a deep breath and swapped in a full magazine.
She raised her gun and, without the slightest hesitation, walked cautiously into the unknown darkness...
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