Resident Evil: Eddie [EN] - Chapter 292 - 291

Ye Chen transmigrated to a fantasy world and realized that he had seven seniors in his clan, and all of them were of stunning beauty.

[A/N: The MC is obsessive and mentally unstable. This will not be “fixed.” Any growth happens alongside these traits, not in place of them.]Join discord for ai generated characters and scenes.https://discord.gg/7gVKGMNx7***********What is obsession?It begins as fixation, and ends as devotion, madness, or destruction.Obsessive love can be beautiful.It can also turn even the sane into insane. So what happens when a madman becomes obsessed?…………Julius was never normal. Expelled from school, shunned by society, he committed crimes for amusement and avoided the world as fiercely as it avoided him.With time, his mind fractured further, until he encountered her.“Rosalina Valentina.”The villainess of The Severed Threadc novel.Reading about her quieted the chaos inside him. With ecccccvery chapter, his fixation deepened. He wanted her to win, to crush her enemies, to stand above the world, and more than anything, to be happy.But the author denied her that ending.Rosalina Valentina was killed by her own lover.Broken by loss and consumed by rage,Julius was ready to kill the author…..until a message appeared before his eyes.WANT TO CHANGE EVERYTHING? THEN DIE!Without hesitation, he pulled the trigger.Bang.When Julius opened his eyes again, he was no longer a reader.“I transmigrated as the main Villain?”

In the year 2220, a radiation source in the Pacific Ocean, tens of thousands of times stronger than a nuclear bomb has begun mutating exposed creatures into horrific monsters thousands of meters long. Mankind’s only hope was nuclear weapons, which only made matters worse. The combination of the natural radiation and nuclear radiation released an incurable and highly infectious virus, turning the 90% of the world’s population into violent zombies in mere weeks.

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.