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After a few days – Beachside Training Grounds

"Is Saya still not up yet?"

After wrapping up their morning drills and settling down around the grill with giant slabs of meat, Saya's absence went mostly unnoticed—until Rei Miyamoto glanced around and realized one more person was missing, other than Veyron, who rarely showed up unless he was assigning training. She turned to Yuriko Takagi with a curious look.

"She said she's not feeling well," Yuriko replied, glancing back at the hotel. "Wanted to rest today."

"Not feeling well?" As a doctor, Shizuka Marikawa immediately latched onto the words.

"Want me to go check on her?"

Yuriko just shook her head calmly. "No need. I already did this morning. She's fine. Just let her have a day off."

"But still—" Shizuka started, only to get a mouthful of meat shoved her way. She blinked in surprise, chewing, then suddenly lit up.

"Ooh! Rika, what is this white sauce? I don't remember tasting it before…"

Rika beamed under the silent gazes of Yuriko and Saeko.

"I just found some last night with Yuriko and Saeko."

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A few hundred meters away – Hotel Balcony

Veyron looked away from the training grounds, his hand gently stroking the twin tails of Saya Takagi, who was curled up beside him, lightly nuzzling at him like a stubborn kitten.

Ever since Rika, Saeko, and Yuriko had joined that… chaotic group "threesome raid," Saya had ended up getting pulled into the second round as well.

Predictably, the one who took up most of his time was Saeko.

Saeko's stamina alone could put both Takagi women and Rika to shame. So Veyron often found himself stuck in a relentless 1v2 endurance raid—Saeko on one side, and the mother-daughter duo with Rika on the other.

Despite the madness of the last few days, the bond progress bar for this Highschool of the Dead world had shot up like crazy—now sitting at over 95%.

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The Next day

With a soft sigh, Veyron gently untangled Rika and Saya's limbs from around him, slipped out of Saeko's cuddle trap, and got to his feet.

Time to move on.

He stepped into the guest room and gently woke Yuriko Takagi, who'd instinctively taken refuge there after things got… wild last night.

"Is there a problem?" she asked calmly. Seeing that he was already dressed, she didn't undress this time, waiting quietly for his words instead.

"Come with me," Veyron said. "The bond with this world is pretty much maxed out. I'm guessing everything will start fusing soon. Before that happens, I want to try something."

"Yes, sir."

Yuriko, ever the seductive powerhouse, dressed quickly and smoothly shifted into her sleek, professional persona. With a wave of his hand, Veyron opened a portal, and the two of them stepped through.

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On the other side of the portal…

Yuriko took a quick look around and furrowed her brow.

"…This place looks familiar…"

She turned and caught sight of the unmistakable red-and-white logo burned into her memory.

"…Umbrella?"

Veyron nodded. "Yep. That Umbrella."

To be more specific, this was the Umbrella Corporation's main headquarters.

His idea? Now that Umbrella—and human civilization in this world—had already gone ruined three years ago, he wanted to see if it was still possible to create a functional Umbrella employee identity for Yuriko here… and then carry both the company and that identity over into the merged world.

"…Is that even possible?" Yuriko asked, a bit skeptical.

Veyron just shrugged with a smirk. "Who knows?"

His senses swept through the entirety of the abandoned Umbrella HQ. After locating two still-working generators, he powered them up.

The main control console—dark and dead for three full years—flickered to life with a soft hum.

Unlike the Resident Evil movies, this world—rooted in the Highschool of the Dead universe—had developed Umbrella through a very different path. Instead of AI breakthroughs, it had exploded onto the scene thanks to some mysterious crate the world's will had plucked from the void—containing the T-virus and its accompanying serum.

Frankly, if this version of Umbrella had artificial intelligence—like the Red Queen or White Queen—then maybe the people hiding in that "Noah's Ark" facility beneath Raccoon City wouldn't have been wiped out so easily by a high-level staff member and a bunch of lab test subjects like Takashi Komuro.

But hey—no rogue AI jumping back and forth across logic and horror tropes meant there were no annoying roadblocks. And since Veyron had already dug up the highest-level access keys from the "Noah's Ark" archives ahead of time, logging into the Umbrella network was as simple as flipping a switch.

He wiped all former personnel records from the system and assigned Yuriko a brand-new, top Tier-0 clearance.

"…You're not keeping one for yourself?" Yuriko asked in surprise, watching her new identity credentials being uploaded—complete with DNA, retinal scan, and fingerprints.

Veyron shrugged like it was nothing. "You just asked if it'd even work. We don't know yet. And honestly, even if it does work, I've got no use for Umbrella. Instead of playing around with a corporate legacy, I'd rather just…"

He snapped his fingers.

BOOM. THUMP. CRASH.

A series of heavy, solid thuds echoed from outside the base.

Yuriko, sensing something big, stepped outside—and gasped. A massive pile of gleaming, gold bricks was stacked in the clearing outside the facility. Some were neatly arranged, others scattered like treasure dumped from a dragon's hoard.

"…This… this is all gold??"

She took a sharp breath in disbelief.

"Yup," Veyron nodded. "Every ounce of mined gold on Earth—well, except for the ten thousand tons I already took with me last time. Everything else is right here."

He pointed toward the golden mountain, compressed in a folded space so it looked no bigger than a small hill.

"If this test actually works… once the worlds merge, all this gold will be considered legal property of your newly established Umbrella Corporation."

"…Even at Umbrella's peak, I don't think they ever had the power to protect a fraction of the world's gold reserves," Yuriko muttered after a brief, stunned silence.

"Then we just give them the power to protect it."

Without skipping a beat, Veyron cast his senses across the globe again—this time at a much higher frequency than when he had gathered the gold. He opened millions of spatial portals all over the planet.

From those portals emerged heavy tanks, fighter jets, bombers, destroyers, cruisers, aircraft carriers, and even mysterious warheads marked with nuclear warning symbols…

Everything was repainted in red and white, branded with the unmistakable Umbrella logo—erasing any trace of the military forces they'd originally belonged to.

Yuriko stood frozen, her throat dry, swallowing hard as she watched.

Even she, someone raised in wealth and political power, had never dreamed of controlling forces like these.

Satellites filled the skies. Military bases covered the map. Over a dozen fully-loaded carrier fleets deployed in formation. Tens of thousands of nuclear warheads. And an unstoppable flood of jets and tanks that could literally darken the sky and shake the earth.

If all of this became Umbrella's military might…Then even in the upcoming post-fusion world—with a population pushing over 20 billion—Umbrella wouldn't just be some megacorp.

It could become a global superpower all on its own.

"…But founding a new country would be so boring," Veyron said with a grin. "With this kind of firepower, it's way more fun to park myself right in the middle of the United States."

"Let them taste their own medicine—hahaha~"

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