"I'm alive. I'm alive," I murmured as I opened my eyes. For a second, I thought I had died in that ICU room. Damn Covid-19…
Once the fog in my mind cleared, I finally noticed the strange place I was in. A pure white room, empty except for a desk and an old computer that looked like a relic from the early 2000s—massive CRT screen and a hulking tower unit.
I looked around. No door. No windows. Just... this room.
Shrugging, I sat in front of the computer. A thought crossed my mind:
"Why am I so calm right now?"Even after realizing how abnormal this was, I couldn't bring myself to panic. Whatever. Let's see what this thing has to say.
Mr. Jordna,
You have died due to complications from Covid-19.However, you have been selected to reincarnate in the universe of the Resident Evil video game series (0/1/Remake 2/Remake 3/Code Veronica/4/5).
You will be assisted by a System specific to this world.
You will be transferred approximately two months before the Mansion Incident.Your place of residence will be: Raccoon City.
Good luck.
As I read that final sentence, a strange mix of dread, disbelief, and excitement washed over me. I had died. For real. And now I was being reincarnated... in Resident Evil.
Meanwhile, in Raccoon City, a man had just overdosed on heroin. The guy next door? None other than Jill Valentine—yes, that Jill, member of STARS. He'd worked as an informant for her before his demise.
And now… I was waking up in his body.
I opened my eyes again, finding myself in a room that screamed contradiction: clean and organized on one side, while the other was a chaotic mess of syringes and drug paraphernalia.
Suddenly, pain exploded in my skull—so intense I couldn't even scream.
DING
Assimilating prior host's useful memories…1%... 9%... 47%... 100%Assimilation complete. Host is now linked to the Resident Evil System.[INVENTORY] – [MONSTER FACTORY]
The pain subsided slightly, and I looked down to see a needle still lodged in my arm. I carefully removed it and tossed it aside. The puncture wound began closing right before my eyes.
DING
Host's body has been fully repaired.You may now begin your new life.
So this is real. I am now Gerald King, a junkie who uses his position as Jill Valentine's informant to stay out of jail.
"Inventory," I said instinctively.
Inventory:
$1200
1 Health Spray
1 Lockpicking KitSpace Remaining: 98 slots
Not bad. Looks like I've got a full RPG-style inventory. But… that's about all I have. According to Gerald's memories, my bank account holds a whopping $50.
"Monster Reserve," I said.
Monster Reserve:EmptyTo acquire monsters, you must either defeat or tame them. Tamed monsters will yield additional benefits and obey all host commands. Captured monsters will be altered and loyal.
DING
The host must now choose one of the following starting bonuses:Weapon / Monster / Virus
I hesitated. A weapon might be too strong—and attract attention. A monster? Not sure I could control it. But a virus… especially if it's like Wesker's...
"I choose Virus."
You have received the Modified G-Virus (host-exclusive).
"System, details please," I asked, anticipation rising.
The modified G-Virus is what Dr. Birkin intended to create:A stable, superior virus that enhances strength, agility, and intelligence without the usual mutations or reproductive side effects.
Effects:
Greatly enhances regeneration (x10)
Grants immunity to and absorption of other viruses
Allows limited biological modifications over time
Overpowered? Yeah. But I'm not complaining.
I noticed a red circle on the calendar: May 16, 1998 – Meet Jill – 11:30 a.m. I was supposed to meet her at a café with intel about my dealer.
Change of plans.
I pulled the vial from my inventory—a deep purple glow pulsed from it.
DING
Modified G-Virus detected. Use now?
"Yes," I whispered. The vial vanished, and a wave of warmth spread through my body.
Virus successfully injected.A [BODY STATUS] window is now available.Visible changes will begin within 3 hours.
I stumbled into the bathroom to check myself out. My reflection showed a pale, skinny junkie with messy blond hair, sharp features, and strange blue eyes rimmed with gold.
"System, show me the body window."
Body Status:
Strength: 35 kg
Speed: 1.7 m/s
Resistance: 15 kg/cm²
Ouch. That's… pitiful.
"System, explain the stats."
Strength: Physical power. You can lift or strike with this amount of force.Speed: Max running/agility speed. Also affects reflexes.Resistance: The level of impact your body can endure without taking damage.
I jotted everything down in a notebook. I'd need to track my growth carefully.
After cleaning up the drug mess, I collapsed into bed. During the night, my body began its transformation: slight muscle growth, forming abs, and a stronger overall frame.
Morning.
I jolted awake, energized. The clock read 7:46. Bathroom. Mirror. Shock.
My reflection had changed: thicker build, defined muscles, a glow in my eyes.
"System, show me my current stats."
Body Status:
Strength: 80 kg
Speed: 7 m/s
Resistance: 70 kg/cm²
Damn. That's a jump.
If I keep this up, I might even apply to STARS.
I threw on a green jersey, faded jeans, and some ancient white sneakers. First stop: new clothes.
Outside, Raccoon City bustled like any normal city. Cars honked. People strolled. Hard to believe this place will soon become a nightmare zone.
I walked into a clothing store, grabbed a couple of jeans, shirts, and new shoes, and headed for the register.
That's when I heard it.
BANG!"Everyone on the ground! You, cashier—empty the register!"
I hit the floor, peeking up. One guy, no mask, tall, armed. He pointed a Glock at the cashier—who happened to be using my shopping bag for the money.
Then, he made a mistake. He tried to take her hostage.
I don't know what came over me. Maybe it was the virus. Or something buried deep.
But I moved.
In a flash, I lunged, grabbed his wrist, twisted the gun away, and locked him in a submission hold.
"Call the cops!" I shouted.
While no one was looking, I slipped the Glock into my inventory. The guy struggled, but my new strength made it easy to keep him down.
Enter Officer Marvin Branagh.
He looked surprised, then amused.
"Gerald King… Didn't expect to see you saving the day," he said, cuffing the perp.
"Maybe I've turned over a new leaf," I said. "In fact, I'm thinking of joining the force—maybe even STARS."
"Talk to Jill," he nodded. "You've got potential."
After Marvin left, the cashier stared at me like I was Superman. I awkwardly paid—then slipped her $100 to cover any losses. She hugged me, and I headed home to clean up. Jill would be waiting.
I arrived at the café at 11:25, bag in hand. Jill sat outside, scanning the street. She wore a simple outfit, civilian but ready.
"Hello, darling," I said, using our agreed code. "I brought what you asked for."
She took the bag, and—was that a blush? That alone made this whole reincarnation thing worth it.
"Are you sure you didn't leave anything behind?" she asked slyly.
I grinned. "Nope. Everything's there. But actually, I wanted to ask you something. Think you can set up an aptitude test? I want to join STARS."
Something unexpected happened: Jill burst out laughing. Not just a chuckle—full-on, head-thrown-back, uncontrollable laughter. People on the café terrace turned to look.
A woman from the next table even got up and walked over to us, her gaze switching between Jill and me.
"Excuse me, sir. Are you alright?" she asked gently, then turned to Jill. "Miss, you really shouldn't laugh at your boyfriend like that. He could've been killed this morning if the robber had been stronger."
Jill froze mid-laugh. Her face tightened, not in anger, but in concern.
"What robber?" she asked, suddenly inspecting me more carefully.
The woman didn't wait for my answer. She sat down and spilled everything: how I'd taken down the thief, protected the cashier, and handed the guy over to Marvin.
I watched Jill's expression carefully as the story unfolded. Her initial confusion gave way to shock, then something I couldn't quite define—respect, maybe? Or pride?
When the woman finally left, clearly a little intimidated by Jill's piercing gaze, there was a brief silence.
"You didn't think to mention this earlier?" Jill asked, still studying me like I'd grown a second head.
"I was going to tell you," I said with a shrug. "But I figured it'd sound more impressive if someone else said it first."
"You're unbelievable," she muttered, a small smile tugging at the corner of her lips. "Well… you definitely got their attention. I'm guessing Marvin will have already passed on the info."
I nodded. "He seemed… impressed."
"That makes two of us."
She stood up and motioned for me to follow. "Come on. We're going straight to the station. I want to see what kind of shape you're really in."