Oh hello there! My name is... Well, that doesn't matter right now.
I'm a normal girl... Sorry, I meant to say I was a normal girl - all my life. I had a family, went to school, played sports, lived a good life.
However, I was what you would call a "weeb". I loved anime, movies, and games - especially games, specifically a game franchise.
Resident Evil.
It's a zombie game franchise, which is honestly very good, except for a few things that I prefer to think never existed - I'm talking about you, Resident Evil 5 and 6. Anyway, in Resident Evil 7, the franchise gets a new story and a new face, ushering in a new golden age. And then, hear me out, its sequel, Resident Evil 8, was also a masterpiece in my opinion.
It had been a long time since I had been truly immersed and scared playing a Resident Evil game, experiencing that terror again was exciting!
Now you might be wondering, why am I talking about Resident Evil? Well, you see, I died. The building where I lived collapsed on me, crushing me while I was playing Resident Evil 8 for the fifth time.
And now, I find myself in an empty space, where a being claiming to be God is giving me the opportunity to be reborn in the universe of the Resident Evil franchise, for some reason.
"Are you done with your monologue?"
Hearing a myriad of voices saying the same phrase, I look to the side and see the being claiming to be God. He has a human form, but no face, or rather, no features. He's like a blank piece of paper, but at the same time, seems to contain everything somehow.
"Yeah, I'm finished. Sorry about that, but I was quite confused about what was happening, needed to organize my thoughts," I said a little embarrassed.
"That's alright, child. I understand," God replied calmly. "Now that you've calmed down, shall we continue?"
I sat on the white floor with crossed legs and asked, "Alright, you said I can reincarnate in Resident Evil, what's the point of that? As much as I liked the franchise, I don't want to be reborn in a world like that... Can I go back to my world?"
"I'm sorry, child, that's not possible, as you died in this world, you must go to another, as it was decreted in the beginning of creation. Reincarnating you in the universe of your favorite franchise is just my way of showing mercy to such a young soul, as you could reincarnate in even worse verses. At least, in this one, you're armed with knowledge." God replied. Even without a face, I could feel that he was a little sad for me. "However, don't worry, I won't send you to such a dangerous world empty-handed. I can grant you two wishes."
So transmigration is something that has existed since the beginning of time? What the hell, that's crazy. I can't imagine how many Bob Uchihas there must be out there... Frankly, it gives me chills just imagining it.
But two wishes, huh? It seems like the world that other souls are gonna reincarnate is random, but still, there are wishes to use. Well, in a way, it's fair I guess.
Unless you are going to be reincarnated in the Warhammer universe for example, anyone who knows the verse would ask for death the moment they were reincarnated as their first wish.
Anyway, I'm not going to refuse. But what exactly do I ask for? Oh! Maybe become a saiyan!
"That's not possible," God, probably reading my thoughts, interrupts my train of thought. "Since you will be born into that world - reincarnation, not transmigration - you can only ask for something that fits the laws of that world."
Tsk, darn it. Alright then. I really don't want to be a normal human, because let's be honest, in a world like Resident Evil, the protagonists only didn't die because they have a lot of plot armor.
And I mean A WHOLE LOT of plot armor.
Alright, what are my options...
Hmmm...
Wait, maybe this will work.
"My first wish, I want a body completely adaptable to any virus and any fungus that exists in the Resident Evil universe, as well as any existing bacteria. Not immune, but adaptable, that can evolve, and of course, that it is under my control."
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"Granted. But control comes with practice, keep that in mind."
I smiled.
Great. Not perfect, but great.
"My second wish, I want to be a being that is the perfect combination of the purest Mutamycete and the strongest T-Virus."
"Hm. I see, quite a devastating combination. Granted. However, be careful, a wish like this will lead you to a situation that suits what you want," God said in a warning tone.
"What do you mean by that?" I asked, confused.
God remained silent for a while, and then replied, "It's impossible for you to be born already with this perfect fusion, because that would go against natural law. If you proceed with these wishes, you will be reborn as a normal human, but you will be used as a laboratory rat, tortured and tested again and again, for a long time. Are you prepared for something like that?"
Oh, darn. What he said hit me hard, I didn't expect that.
I guess understand what he means, for me to not disturb the natural order, to get what I want, I'll have to suffer. I'll be born with a completely adaptable body, and because of that, I'll be kidnapped or something, and become an experiment, and with that, I'll gain my Mutamycete and T-virus fusion, or something like that.
Honestly? To be a overpowered being, I don't mind submitting to torture.
Mainly because in the Resident Evil universe, anything can happen at any time. It may not seem like it, but a universe where the dangers are based on viruses, bacteria, fungi and parasites, is devastating and extremely lethal. One day you're walking down the street singing along and some guy coughs in your direction. Oops! You just inhaled a new virus created by Umbrella or something without even realizing it, and voila, you're doomed.
Suffer for some time for the sake of my survival? Count on me!
"It's alright, I can handle it," I replied confidently.
"In that case, so be it," God replied.
When God said that, before I could realize it, my vision blurred, and then everything went dark.
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Soon my consciousness returned. I opened my eyes and found myself inside a chamber filled with green liquid, breathing through a tube. I could also see various scientists and armed men observing me.
And they all had one thing in common, the symbol of a company on their shoulders, which I know very well.
A red and white umbrella seen from a top-down perspective. It is composed of eight triangular panels, alternating between red and white, forming a circular pattern that resembles a stylized parasol.
Umbrella Corporation.
Looking at my reflection in the chamber's glass, I could see my appearance. I looked like a cute ordinary 6-year-old girl, with blue eyes and dark brown hair. Well, that's not so bad. I was probably kidnapped from a normal family, or maybe I'm some scientist's daughter? Alas,my bet is that I was created in their laboratory, because I don't remember anything of this life.
While I was deep in thought, one of the scientists pressed the button on an old tape recorder that was in his hands.
"Project Beelzebub, test subject D-001 is stable and conscious, starting T-Virus tests."
He was bald, with gray eyes and several wrinkles on his face - he must be in his forties, and looked somewhat important, more than the others cientists.
'Darn it...' I thought to myself, already regretting my decision.
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It's been a few weeks, or months, I can't tell for sure.
After they injected the T-Virus into me, I felt like I was going through hell. The virus relentlessly tried to take over my body, reshaping it to its will, and my body fought back, suppressing the virus. After days of suffering and constant struggle, my body won.
All hail adaptation, I guess. Heh, I'm pretty sure I know a guy with white hair with blue eyes that would be really mad at me for thinking that.
I don't feel pain anymore, in fact, I feel great. I feel like I can do things... but I'm not sure what.
Soon after fully integrating with the T-Virus, the scientist who was in charge from the beginning - the old, bald dudo who looked important - seemed quite pleased.
"Project Beelzebub, total integration with the T-Virus was a complete success. Test subject D-001 seems fine, with no brain necrosis, and no evident mutation. However, more tests are needed to discover what she is capable of," he said into his portable recorder with a smile on his face, barely able to contain his joy.
After that, they kept me under observation for a few more days, then it finally happened. They released me from my chamber.
And when they did, my little child body fell to the cold floor. Normally, anyone would feel weak after spending too much time confined in a chamber full of liquid and unable to move, but I could get up without any problems if I wish. Even though I look like a 6-year-old child, the T-Virus seems to have given me tremendous physical strength.
Not only that, everything seemed... Slower, as if time around me was in slow motion. Pretending I was sleeping, some soldiers picked me up and carried me carefully to a white room that contained a large reflective glass on one side of the wall, probably so they can observe me without me seeing them on the other side. And well, let's just say that doesn't matter much now.
After a while, I pretended to slowly wake up and regain my senses, and upon waking up, I looked around fearfully. It was then that a female scientist entered the room where I was. She was beautiful, with long blond hair, droopy brown eyes, and plump lips. Clearly, this is a way to make me feel safer.
Well, let's get into character, shall we?
"Hello dear, are you okay?" The woman approached me slowly and squatted down beside me. I could see a spark of fear and apprehension in her eyes. I don't blame her, having to approach a child infected with the deadliest virus on the planet is not a task anyone would want.
I quickly moved away from her, pretending to be scared, "W-Where am I? Who are you?" I said with a trembling voice.
The woman, seeing that I still seemed like a child mentally despite being infected with the T-Virus, visibly calmed down.
"Shhh, it's okay, I won't hurt you, my name is Sabrina, I'm here to help you. How are you feeling?"
"I... I don't know, where am I? Who are these people?" I said pointing to the scientists outside the room.
The woman was quite surprised by what I said, and the scientists on the other side were too. Because the glass I was pointing at was a twenty-centimeter thick reflective glass, it would be impossible for me to see through to the other side, but for some reason, I can.
Now, why am I showing that I can see? Because I don't want to suffer too much, obviously. I don't want them to think I'm a failure - because failures are discarded.
"That's... Can you see them?" The woman asked astonished.
I tilted my head in confusion, "I can, why? Can't you?"
The woman then fell silent, and put her hand to her ear, where there was a communication device I think. After a few seconds with a serious expression, she turned to me with a smile.
"I'm sorry, but I need to go for now, but I'll be back, okay? Don't worry, you're safe here."
After saying that, she stood up and left the room, heading towards the scientists on the other side of the glass. The scientist, who was the same bald man who infected me with the T-Virus, briefly conversed with the woman, then she entered the room where I was again.
Crouching down next to me again, but not too close, the woman said, "Sorry about that, let's continue our conversation. Do you remember anything?"
"N-No..." I replied hesitantly.
If I remember anything? Tch, well, there goes my theory that I was created in a lab. She wouldn't ask me that if that were the case. I guess I was kidnapped then, classic.
"I understand, your doubts will be cleared up soon, but before that, shall we give you a name? How about... Bel?"
"Bel...? That's a cute name, I guess..." I replied without much emotion.
Bel? What, does she think I have an acquaintance named Peter Pan or something? She clearly has no sense of naming if all she can do is create a name with the first three letters of the codename they gave me - which appears to be Belzebub.
"Then I'll call you Bel. You're here because you're very sick, Bel, very sick indeed. And these good men are here to try to cure you," she said with slight apprehension.
"I'm sick...? But I feel fine." I said with doubt.
"That's exactly why this disease is so dangerous. It's alright, trust me. I'm a very nice doctor. Now that you've woken up, do you mind if we do some tests on you?"
"Okay...." I agreed without much resistance.
The woman smiled sweetly, so sincerely fake that it made me nauseous, but she's good at it, I'll give her that, if it were any other child with amnesia, they would fall for this act easily.
"In that case, shall we?" She reached out her arm and offered me her hand. I slowly reached out my arm in response, and like a scared kitten, I held her hand.
She stood up with me, and together, we left the room. Throughout the whole process, the head researcher looked at me as if I were some kind of treasure, which gave me chills.