The following day, after the system's prediction function had finished its cooldown, Jason was eager to proceed with the next simulation.
"System, I have a question," Jason said, his voice thoughtful. "If I load the Biochemical Apocalypse · Zero · Transcendent, can I fast-forward to any point in time?"
The system responded,
[Host, yes. However, once you interfere with the timeline, fast-forwarding will no longer be possible.]
"That's fine." Jason said, narrowing his eyes. "Then, load the Biochemical Apocalypse · Zero · Transcendent. Set the plot point six months after the development of the weakened virus serum by Mystery Nation."
This particular time frame would be ideal. Mystery Nation would have already become the last human nation on Earth, absorbing the top talents from other countries. The military would be expanding, securing the borders, and heavily fortifying against the zombie invasion.
At this point, Jason's involvement wouldn't be too premature. In the original instance, he had waited eleven years after Mystery Nation had developed Gene Serum 1.0 to intervene, which he found slow. This time, by acting six months later, he was giving humanity a decade's head start.
Jason wasn't planning to just watch either. He intended to nudge humanity forward, helping them develop Gene Serum 3.0 and eventually 4.0. Ten years, plus his interference, would hopefully push them to accelerate their progress.
With a thought, Jason's vision blurred, and he materialized in the new instance.
He stood high above, watching the border troops of Mystery Nation slaughter the approaching zombie hordes from neighboring countries.
"Let's begin," Jason muttered to himself, before blinking to the border of Mystery Nation and Monkey Nation.
Pointing at a nearby zombie, he murmured, "You're the one."
He extracted a vial of concentrated MR virus and injected it into the zombie.
The transformation was rapid. The zombie's body swelled, and it began to evolve into a super zombie.
Half a day later, the zombie had evolved into a Super Zombie. However, its intelligence was still at the level of a toddler.
Jason manipulated the creature and directed it toward the border, using it to draw attention. His goal was to expose the MR virus to the Mystery Nation's higher-ups, ensuring they knew of its existence.
Though he had created a terrifying Super Tyrant Zombie in a previous simulation, this time, he only wanted the creature to be powerful enough to trigger awareness, without making it as dangerous as before. Even so, the current super-zombie was still more than enough to strike fear.
The zombie and its horde of infected followed Jason's guidance until they were in full view of the defending soldiers. The sight sent shivers down the spines of the troops, who immediately launched an all-out attack. Fighter jets zoomed overhead, dropping bombs.
The battle was brutal, with the mutated zombies causing massive casualties. Eventually, the border garrison was overrun, and all soldiers turned into zombies.
The only positive outcome was that the Super Zombie was finally killed. Its lower intelligence and inability to counteract missile bombardment had sealed its fate.
But by then, Jason's purpose had been fulfilled. The MR virus and the existence of super-zombies were now undeniable to the Elder Council of Mystery Nation.
In the capital, at the Purple Gold Pavilion, the Grand Elder and the head biologist Frank stared grimly at the footage.
"Elder, this is bad. The zombies are evolving too fast. That mutated zombie is terrifying," Frank said, his face grave.
"Ridiculous. The speed and power are beyond what humans can imagine. Firearms have no effect, and it even withstood multiple missile strikes. It's practically a monster," the Grand Elder replied, frowning deeply.
"That's not all," Frank suddenly thought of something. His face grew even more serious. "If it's the zombies evolving, we can accept that. But I'm worried that it's the MR virus mutating."
"—!" The Grand Elder's eyes widened in alarm.
"If the MR virus has mutated, that could spell disaster," Frank continued. "The soldiers who escaped from Monkey Nation turned into zombies not because of injury, but because they were infected by the mutated virus in the air. If it spreads to the rest of the nation, even those with weaker immune systems will turn into zombies."
"—!" The Grand Elder's pupils contracted in horror.
Just then, an urgent phone call rang through, and the Grand Elder answered it immediately.
"Elder, the soldiers fleeing the Monkey Nation border have suddenly turned into zombies, and the reinforcements have suffered heavy casualties."
"This is nothing worth reporting to me," the Grand Elder replied coldly. He wasn't a man to entertain every small incident.
"But Elder, this is different! The soldier who turned wasn't injured, he was only wounded by the shockwave of the missile strike! This is highly abnormal."
"Hmm?" The Grand Elder's brow furrowed.
"This is bad!" Frank's face went pale. "This is the worst-case scenario. The mutated MR virus has evolved. The soldier turned because of the shockwave, but the virus spread through the air. If it gets out, anyone with a weakened immune system will become a zombie."
"—!" The Grand Elder's eyes narrowed sharply.
The Grand Elder's expression darkened as he began issuing orders.
"Block the zombie hordes at all costs. Hold the line. Begin expanding underground shelters nationwide. We must isolate the vulnerable population."
"Also, every family must take responsibility for executing isolation measures. If anyone turns into a zombie, they must be dealt with immediately, no exceptions."
Despite how brutal and cold it sounded, there was no other choice.
"Additionally, prepare for all research on the mutated MR virus," he ordered.
As the Grand Elder made his final commands, a strange figure appeared in the room, drawing both the Grand Elder's and Frank's attention.
The figure was shrouded in a dense black mist, its true identity hidden. It was an unsettling presence.
"The World Observer," the Grand Elder whispered, his eyes flickering. "What brings you here?"
"Looks like you're facing quite a bit of trouble again," Jason said cryptically.
"Ha… Nothing we can do about it, I suppose," the Grand Elder sighed, shaking his head.
"This should help you." Jason said, suddenly teleporting to the Grand Elder's desk. He dropped two vials onto the surface—one of the mutated MR virus and the other of Gene Serum 1.0—before disappearing without a trace.
Frank stood there, stunned, while the Grand Elder narrowed his eyes, glancing at the vials on the desk.
This scene felt eerily familiar, reminiscent of what had happened six months ago.
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