Resident evil : Rise of a Monster english

Soaring through the air at breakneck speed on the back of Blood, my giant bat, I finally spot the manor below. But what greets me is far from the peaceful scene I had hoped for. My heart clenches, and my eyes widen as I take in the chaos that has engulfed the area.

The grounds surrounding the manor are unrecognizable. Once-majestic and towering trees now lie shattered and uprooted, their trunks forming a chaotic labyrinth of charred wood. Multiple fires rage through the surrounding forest, casting dancing shadows over the devastated landscape. The flames, orange and golden, lick at the darkened skies, their cruel light illuminating the night with a flickering, sinister glow.

The manor itself, despite its imposing structure, bears the scars of what seems like a cataclysmic battle. A portion of its façade has been torn away, exposing its interior to the relentless glow of the surrounding flames. Debris of stone and wood litter the ground, mingled with claw marks and monstrous impact craters. Human silhouettes dart frantically in the shadows, their movements chaotic against the flickering light of the inferno.

Not far from the manor, I spot Oscar. The giant elephant, majestic and imposing, stands firmly on his massive legs, his flank still bearing the scars of his previous battle. Yet he bellows with all his might, his roar reverberating through the air. Opposite him stands a grotesque creature, a monstrous aberration that rivals Oscar in size. Its appearance is horrifying—a heaving mass of hypertrophied muscles, bristling with bone-like protrusions that glint ominously under the dancing flames.

The clash between these two titans is nothing short of cataclysmic. Each blow from Oscar or the creature shakes the ground, sending shockwaves that further spread the chaos. Oscar's defiant roar echoes as a challenge, but the creature responds with a primal scream that pierces the night, accompanied by a grotesque, guttural gurgle.

Near the manor, the tension is palpable. Police officers and STARS members work tirelessly. Improvised pumps spew jets of water onto the flames, desperately attempting to prevent the complete immolation of the building. Their dark silhouettes, backlit by the portable floodlights, lend a macabre feel to the scene. The sounds of gunfire, shouting, and explosions reverberate through the forest, creating a true pandemonium.

Not far from the chaos, I spot Lisa, flanked by Jill and modified G-Tyrants. With remarkable courage and determination, they hurl massive clumps of dirt onto the fires, smothering the flames one by one. Standing on the shoulders of one of the Tyrants, Lisa directs the efforts with a childlike enthusiasm that starkly contrasts with the severity of the situation. The Tyrants, intimidating colossi, follow her orders obediently, their strength instrumental in taming the chaos.

Further away, Wesker, Chris, and Kenneth stand with tense faces, firing relentlessly. Armed with assault rifles, grenade launchers, and even an old shotgun retrieved from Kendo's last convoy, they harass the massive creature attacking Oscar. Their shots light up the darkness momentarily, each impact eliciting a growl or roar from the monster. Despite their efforts, it seems almost impervious, as if each bullet is merely a minor annoyance.

Watching this nightmarish scene unfold from the air atop Blood, I feel a wave of rage and determination surge within me. My body, weary from hours of battle, finds new energy. This is no time to falter. Everyone's safety depends on me.

I descend swiftly, keeping out of sight, and weave through the debris until I reach the inner courtyard where the civilians are gathered. Their eyes light up upon seeing me, still clad in the Raccoon Inspector costume, though missing the oversized head. Hope flickers in their tired eyes as my presence alone seems to promise safety. A murmur of excitement ripples through the group, with children whispering my name as if it were a talisman.

I crouch in front of Sherry, standing amid the civilians with her arms clutching a stuffed toy. Despite her face showing signs of exhaustion and dried tears, she looks up, and a glimmer of hope flashes in her gaze.

"Sherry, I need your help. Are you ready to help me?" I ask gently, knowing she has already endured far more horrors than any child should ever face.

Her eyes widen, and she finds unexpected energy. "Of course, Commissioner," she says, her voice trembling but determined. "I want it all to stop." She instinctively grabs the hem of my costume, as if drawing strength from me.

I lift her into my arms, holding her gently despite my reservations about exposing her to further danger. The civilians hold their breath, their gazes filled with hope and gratitude. I turn to face them, offering a reassuring smile.

"Don't worry. I'll end this," I say firmly before turning toward the battle.

At that moment, the colossal monster topples Oscar, sending him crashing heavily to the ground. Its roar fills the air as it raises its massive claws, ready to finish my ally. But suddenly, it freezes. Its many eyes fix on us—or more specifically, on Sherry. Its focus shifts entirely, and it turns its attention away from Oscar to lock onto me.

Gripping one of Blood's legs tightly, I launch into the air. With Sherry clinging to me, the monster gives chase, destroying everything in its path in a blind fury. It tramples the fallen trees, reduces clumps of earth to dust, and crushes still-burning flames under its enormous feet. Its monstrous silhouette, illuminated by the glow of the fires, is a vision of horror as it carves a destructive path through the night, its roar echoing in the darkness.

With Sherry in tow, I quickly reach the outskirts of the city. I infect her with the G-virus before sending her into the factory to join her mother, Annette, and her father, William.

At the edge of the city, the atmosphere is heavy, oppressive. The flickering lights of streetlamps cast distorted shadows across the ground, offering a sinister yet clear view of the massive creature charging toward me. The clone of Birkins, an abomination of flesh and eyes, roars with a force that makes the air vibrate. Its massive limbs slam into the ground with every step, leaving deep imprints in the asphalt.

I extend my hand, and my Zombie Plants erupt from the earth, their vines spreading rapidly, covering a wide portion of the terrain. They wrap around the streetlamps, poles, and nearby buildings, creating a field of natural traps.

Fixing the creature with a cold stare, I murmur:

"Against you, I won't hold back."

With a determined gesture, I unleash all the formidable creatures I've accumulated during my preparation. The ground trembles under their weight as they emerge, one by one, before me:

Centurions, giant centipedes hissing as they deploy their chitinous appendages.

Stinger, the colossal scorpion, pincers and stinger poised to strike.

Yawn, the titanic snake, sliding silently, its fangs gleaming.

Black Widow, a giant spider with hairy legs and gleaming eyes, weaving deadly threads.

Bear, Lion, Rhinoceros, and Gorilla, their sizes and strengths amplified by the G-virus.

Finally, two clones of Oscar, whose power rivals the beast charging toward me.

I grab a rocket launcher from my inventory and take aim. The rocket streaks through the night, leaving a brilliant trail before exploding against the creature. The blast halts its charge, eliciting a roar of pain and rage.

That's the signal.

My creatures charge.

The two Oscar clones rush in tandem, their massive weight temporarily toppling the Birkins clone. The ground shakes under their coordinated assault, their massive forms deflecting the frantic blows of the abomination.

Stinger and Centurion target its limbs, with the scorpion's pincers sinking into its legs while the centipedes attempt to immobilize its arms with their robust segments.

The Lion and Gorilla leap into the fray, claws and fists aiming to destabilize the creature, striking its torso and face.

But the Birkins clone isn't a mere beast. Its many eyes grant it a panoramic view, and it anticipates every attack. With a violent swing of its mutated arm, it slams Stinger against a building, shattering part of its pincers. Its jaws snap shut, seizing one of the Centurions, which it tears apart before flinging the remains away.

It howls, its massive limbs sweeping across the terrain, hurling the Lion and Gorilla in opposite directions. Yawn attempts to coil around the beast, but it breaks free, shredding the snake's scales with its oversized claws. Even the Oscar clones struggle to hold their ground, retreating under the abomination's colossal strength.

I see the tide turning in its favor. My creatures begin to fall one by one, their heroic efforts insufficient against the brutality and adaptability of this monstrosity. I grit my teeth, a plan forming in my mind.

"That's enough," I say, advancing through the air on Blood.

I approach, my Zombie Plants tightening their grip around its legs to slow its movements. The Birkins clone spots me, its bulbous, misshapen eyes focusing on me. I continue forward until I'm hovering just a few meters above it.

Taking a deep breath, I release my pollen breath, a golden, irritating cloud that spreads quickly through the air. The particles cling to its many eyes, immediately causing severe irritation. The beast roars, shaking its head frantically, its movements growing erratic and disoriented. It staggers, its claws desperately trying to clear its obstructed vision.

I retreat out of its reach, a sly smile on my face.

"That'll teach you not to have so many eyes, you freak."

The battle rages on, and the monstrous G creature, with its titanic mass and incomprehensible strength, continues to devastate my forces. Its grotesque body, bristling with claws and globular eyes, seems invincible, and the combined efforts of my monsters begin to show their limits.

Standing at a distance, my mind races as I evaluate my options. "I need to reorganize their strategy," I mutter, my eyes fixed on the chaos.

I command two G-rhinoceroses and the Oscar clones to charge simultaneously. The ground trembles under their massive weight as they barrel forward, demolishing everything in their path. The monster's legs, already entangled by the creeping vines of the Zombie Plants, falter. The combined strength of my mastodons finally brings the beast down, its massive form collapsing with a heavy thud that sends shockwaves through the terrain.

"Now!" I shout, signaling the gorillas to act. The two giant primates leap, their enormous fists gripping the creature's oversized arms and pinning them to its torso. Their bulging muscles tremble under the strain, but they hold firm.

Meanwhile, Yawn, my giant snake, silently slithers into action. It coils its muscular body around the monster's torso, its scales glinting in the glow of the surrounding flames. The two surviving Centurions join the fray, their sinewy forms reinforcing the restraint. The Zombie Plants' vines advance methodically, climbing the G creature's body, reinforcing the hold.

But the monster refuses to be subdued so easily.

At the outskirts of the city, the atmosphere is heavy, oppressive. The flickering light of streetlamps casts eerie shadows, revealing the massive creature charging toward me. The clone of Birkins, an abomination of flesh and bulging eyes, lets out a guttural roar that makes the air tremble. Its enormous limbs slam into the ground with each step, leaving deep craters in the asphalt.

With a guttural roar, G thrashes violently, its body contorting in a terrifying dance. Its claws tear into the ground, and with a sudden burst of power, an additional mutated arm bursts from its left shoulder. The monstrosity strikes one of the Oscar clones with ferocious force, tearing away part of its flank. The wounded titan staggers, its blood splattering across the battlefield.

"He's stronger than I thought," I mutter, my eyes fixed on the carnage.

Seeing the situation spiral out of control, I order a risky maneuver. The Oscar clones stomp on the monster's head, their colossal weight attempting to crush and subdue it. But despite their massive size, G continues to resist, his reinforced skull absorbing each blow. His roar, a blend of rage and defiance, echoes through the night.

The vines of the Zombie Plants continue to climb, but the process is agonizingly slow. G draws on monstrous reserves of energy, and I realize he will only be truly vulnerable during his next mutation. But how can I force him to burn enough energy to reach that point?

Answers elude me, and despair begins to creep in. Resolutely, I withdraw my forces, recalling my creatures before they are annihilated needlessly. Their towering forms disappear in flashes of light as I hastily retrieve my Zombie Plants—so valuable, yet so few. I climb onto Blood's back, my faithful winged ally, and ascend into the sky.

The battle reaches its peak as I launch a final offensive. Two bulbs of Plant 42 sprout from the ground on either side of the giant monster. I quickly ascend higher on Blood, exhaling a thick cloud of golden spores to obscure my position. The shimmering veil dances around G, making my silhouette almost invisible to his myriad eyes.

The bulbs grow at an alarming rate, their vampiric energy greedily draining the vitality of the surrounding vegetation. The nearby plants wither and die, transferring their strength to the massive vines converging on G, their new target. The monster, just freed from the Zombie Plants' vines, finds itself ensnared in a new web of vegetation.

From my aerial perch, I watch the scene unfold with grim fascination, observing the toll the battle takes. The vines wrap around his limbs and torso, slowly draining his vitality. Parts of G's body deform grotesquely, some atrophying while others swell in a desperate bid to defend themselves.

But G isn't so easily subdued.

With a terrifying roar, he tears one of the bulbs from the ground, his massive claws shredding the heart of the plant. The bulb explodes in a shower of sap and debris, dying before it can reach its full potential.

The other bulb, however, seizes the opportunity. Its vines grow thicker as they absorb more of G's vital energy. They also reclaim the abandoned vines of the Zombie Plants, reinforcing their grip on the colossus. From above, I continue harassing him, dropping grenades on his weak points and spreading my irritating pollen to exacerbate his condition. Slowly but surely, I notice his regeneration begin to falter.

The decisive moment arrives.

Seeing an opening, I descend swiftly. The Zombie Plants are recalled, and I unleash my final card: thousands of leeches. They converge into a grotesque, massive form—a giant Leech Zombie, ready to drain the last of G's strength. The vegetative abomination and my creatures engage in a frenzied battle against Birkin's monstrous clone.

But G, in a final surge of fury, destroys the last bulb as well. The vines retreat, defeated, and he seems poised to regain the upper hand. Yet his strength is too depleted. The relentless attacks from my creatures and myself finally overwhelm him. His titanic form collapses under the weight of his injuries, his enormous body crashing to the ground with an earth-shaking thud.

An eternity seems to pass.

As silence falls, I approach the fallen body cautiously, every step dictated by instinctive wariness. Finally, with a mix of relief and exhaustion, I proceed to capture G, his immense form vanishing in the characteristic flash of my factory.

DING

Congratulations on capturing G, Ultimate Form.

You now have a William Birkin clone under your command, with access to this semi-evolved combat form.All current and future creatures with G-virus properties will gain enhanced evolutionary and regenerative capabilities.

Message from the Administrators:"Following a unanimous decision by the council, we've decided to no longer influence your tutorial world. You'll keep your nerfed personal abilities, and this bonus is the last from the system. All future creatures and upgrades will depend solely on you.We'll talk again once you've completed your tutorial, kid."

I stare at the message before collapsing onto the forest floor, too exhausted to contemplate its meaning.

(NDA: This concludes the final battle for RE2. I'll decide what's next for the upcoming chapters. For now, I've removed the concept of administrators and system gifts. Moving forward, I can focus on experimenting with the bestiary and expanding this saga. Thank you to those who enjoy the story—feel free to comment and rate to help it gain visibility!)