David Stoll adjusted his police uniform and grinned. Ten years in Raccoon City, a dangerous place from the Resident Evil world, and he had climbed to this rank. It wasn't easy. When he arrived, he had a system, but it stayed inactive, refusing to work. * That pissed me off, * he thought.
For a decade, David used his smarts to get ahead. Bribes landed him a patrol officer job. He made dirty money working with local gangs. Raccoon City was a mess, worse than he expected. Without cash or power, no one respects you. To rise, you needed skill.
He stared at the gray system screen, still unsure how to activate it. The car shook as Chris Redfield hopped into the passenger seat. "Hey, Chris, need a ride to Baker Street?" David asked.
Chris, part of Raccoon City's elite Special Tactics and Rescue Service, nodded. The team, backed by Umbrella Corporation, got fancy dorms, free meals, and high pay. They reformed last month.
"Sure, I'm free," David said, smiling. He got along with Chris but avoided missions with him. Chris had a nickname: Team-Killer. * I'm not dying because of him, * he thought.
The car door opened, and a sweet scent filled the air. Jill Valentine, a short-haired officer, slid into the back. Her sharp face and striking beauty stood out. She was confident, unforgettable.
"Jill, you look gorgeous," David said, grinning. * Her face is perfect. My penis is hard just seeing her, * he thought. His pants tightened, his erection obvious.
Jill smiled, noticing his bulge. Pride and disgust mixed in her eyes. "We're working a case. Can we hitch a ride?" she asked.
"Sure. If you solve it, let's grab dinner tonight. My treat," David said, laughing. He was good at making friends. His money came from shady deals, not honest work. As an outsider in Raccoon City, he played dirty.
At first, people thought he was foolish for spending so much. But after countless dinners and favors, his coworkers liked him. They ignored his schemes, and he built strong ties.
"Sounds good," Chris said, grinning. He didn't judge David.
Jill nodded slightly. "Okay."
David hit the gas, weaving through traffic to Baker Street, a rough slum area. "Good luck. Call if you need me," he said, mimicking a phone gesture.
"Got it," Chris replied. He and Jill joined their team and entered a factory.
David drove to a bar he controlled on the slum's edge. It hid an underground casino and sold illegal goods, like restricted guns. Money bought everything here. As an outsider, David didn't climb ranks with charm. He used cash.
He sat at a table and slid a drink to a woman in a red suit. Her blonde hair covered one eye, giving her a mysterious look. Alyssa Ashcroft, a journalist and Resident Evil survivor, was beautiful and sharp. Only diehard fans would know her.
"What's happening at the West Street warehouse?" David asked.
Alyssa kept writing. "You're the cop. Shouldn't you know?"
David smirked. They were close, but not friends. Alyssa dug up dirt on Raccoon City's underworld. David gave her intel on rival gangs for her exposés. In return, she shared tips. Their deal worked. She took down his enemies, and he got info.
"I'm asking because I don't know. Stay here for a few days. Barkhu's gang is after you. It's safer," David said quietly.
Alyssa scoffed. "I'm not scared of them."
"You're not, but I am. I don't want you to get hurt. Protecting you is my job," David said, his eyes honest.
Alyssa wasn't naive. She glanced at him. "Thanks, but I'm fine."
"Listen this time. It's bad," David cut in, staring. "I like you, Alyssa. I want you safe."
Alyssa went quiet. She didn't like David. He was a crook, running illegal businesses and dealing with gangs. "The West Street warehouse has strange outsiders. They stole something from Umbrella. Now Umbrella's after them, and the tactical team's involved," she said.
"Stole data?" David rubbed his chin. * Something's off. I need to check this out, * he thought.
"You're the boss. Go look," Alyssa said, her smile cold.
David stayed calm, but inside, he was annoyed. * Two years together, and she still won't warm up. I'll play dirtier if I must, * he thought.
"I'll check it," he said, standing. Passing the bar, he patted the waitress's hip. "Cindy, how's your dad doing?"
Cindy Lennox, a waitress from Resident Evil Outbreak, smiled weakly. Her father was sick, and medical bills were huge. Desperate, she borrowed fifty thousand dollars from David, a debt she couldn't repay. She worked at his bar to pay it off. When he touched her, she let it slide.
"Much better, thanks to you," Cindy said. She felt some gratitude but no love.
"Just business. Watch the place. I'm out," David said, smiling. * Being a crook is better than faking saint, * he thought.
Cindy nodded, her face mixed. "I know what to do, boss."
David drove to the West Street warehouse. Gunshots echoed, then a huge explosion. * This isn't normal. This is bad, * he thought.
He grabbed his pistol and moved in. In an alley, he saw two men running, dressed oddly, like Japanese kimonos mixed with medieval armor. He hid behind a wall, pulled a grenade's pin, and tossed it.
"Watch out!" one shouted.
The blast killed the kimono man instantly. The armored man survived but was hurt, slammed against a wall. David didn't risk it. He aimed at the man's exposed head and fired twice, killing him.
David survived Raccoon City's underworld by being careful and ruthless. He checked the bodies, but they vanished, leaving two wristbands. He picked one up, and a chime sounded. "System activating. Charging."
He grabbed the second wristband and hid in a warehouse corner. The system spoke. "Infinite System activated. Binding to host."
"Host: David Stoll. Age: 20. Skills: Basic Shooting, Basic Fighting. Occupation: Raccoon City Patrol Officer."
"The system charges by looting resources from infinite worlds and redeems items. The host can take reincarnation challenges to earn points."
"Is this a one-way infinite flow?" David asked.
"After three reincarnation challenges, you unlock a Limbo Pass. Complete tasks to loot world resources. Treat this world as your main base."
"Sounds fun. How do I get points?" David said. * If I get stronger, I might survive this mess. Otherwise, I'm zombie food, * he thought.
"Newbie Mission: Kill all invaders in this world. Reward: 3000 points. One escapee deducts 1000 points. Mission failure: System destruction. Total invaders: 5. Remaining: 2."
The mission surprised him. No time to complain. He followed the gunfire, passing dead major crimes officers. * This is bad. Even the elite team's struggling, * he thought.
He saw slash marks on bodies, like blade cuts. In the warehouse, Chris and Jill fought a big man in leather armor. Another man in a black trench coat tried to escape but was pinned by officers.
David found a wristband on the ground. * Three down. Two left, * he thought.
He picked it up and moved, hiding behind a pillar. The trench coat man didn't run outward but looped back toward David, aiming for another exit. An explosion shook the area, sending the man flying. Black mist kept him alive despite heavy wounds.
David didn't wait. He fired ten bullets into the man, three to the head. The man collapsed, dead.
The trench coat man's eyes widened in shock, unable to believe he was ambushed. Darkness took him. David grabbed his wristband, letting the system absorb it, then rushed to the main fight at the back door.
The last invader, the burly man, was cornered, facing heavy gunfire. "Die!" he yelled, showing explosives on his chest. "I'm coming, boss!"
A sniper's bullet hit his skull, dropping him. David sprinted over, grabbed Jill, threw her over his shoulder, and pulled Chris to cover. The explosion rocked the ground.
Jill held her head. "Thanks."
"No problem. Buy me a drink tonight. I'll call an ambulance for Chris. You get checked too," David said, grinning. * Her breasts pressed against my back. So soft. I want to touch them, * he thought.
As he turned to leave, Jill called. "David, you're a good guy."
"Thanks, but I'm no hero. I'm a crook," he laughed. "Rest up. I'll visit you at the hospital after my report."
Jill smiled, shaking her head. * He's weird, * she thought. She used to dislike him for his dirty deals, smuggling, and gambling. Now, she wasn't sure.
In his car, David checked the system. * Finally active. Don't fail me, * he thought.
"Reincarnation System: Activated. Host: David Stoll. Points: 3000. Shop unlocked."
He lit a cigarette, calming down. * No point chasing used-up women. I want innocent ones. That's the thrill, * he thought.
The system explained his role. He was a hunter, killing invaders in the Resident Evil world to steal wristbands for points. He could join other worlds, gaining influence to take their resources, including women. Some challenges were short, deadly tests of skill, brains, or teamwork, with high death rates but open to newbies.
In challenges, most powers, bloodlines, and items were weakened, leveling the field, though rules varied. David smirked. * I'm a half-reincarnator. I've got a home base and can hide as a local. Perfect, * he thought.
He checked the shop. An infinite-ammo Desert Eagle cost 3000 points but fired slowly, once per second. A super bulletproof vest cost 1000, boosting defense and speed. * The gear isn't bad, he thought, * but it's temporary. *
He scrolled through basic skills: fighting, shooting, diplomacy, exploration. Then he saw it, a grayed-out skill that lit up for him.
"Joyous Heart Method: From a martial arts world. Sex with women boosts your power. If the woman knows the method, both gain double. Cost: 1000 points."
* This is perfect. Sleep with women, get stronger. I'll take ten at once, * he thought. He bought it. Data filled his mind, overwhelming but quick. The skill appeared.
"Joyous Heart Method: Level 1, max 20. Each level adds 5 strength, 5 agility, 5 wisdom, 5 base attack, and 1% movement speed."
* Not great, but it's a start, * he thought. His phone rang. "David here."
"Eight tonight, Apple Tavern. Major crimes celebration. My treat," Jill said, then hung up.