(I’m terribly glad that during this week my fanfic was included in the rating, even if it was in the range of 160-175 place in the rating, but I’m still very happy about it:з)

A massive horde of zombies, like an unstoppable avalanche, broke through the iron gates of the Tokyo shelter. This was the signal for battle to begin.

Brunhilde immediately took command, giving clear and precise orders. She directed where to focus fire and which targets to suppress first. Under her leadership, the defense moved in perfect coordination, like a single mechanism. If anyone hesitated or failed to react in time, Brunhilde instantly issued a new command, not allowing the defensive line to falter under the undead onslaught.

“Target the zombies that look like bloated balloons! Don’t let them get close—they explode the moment they’re within reach!” she commanded, pointing at the suicide zombies hidden within the horde.

The soldiers quickly adjusted their fire, but due to the density of the horde, eliminating the explosive zombies with precision was difficult. Brunhilde noticed this and shifted her gaze to Rika. Without needing words, Rika understood immediately, took aim, and with a single precise shot, detonated a suicide zombie. The explosion wiped out dozens of undead, clearing part of the battlefield.

Rebecca, perched atop a vehicle, provided covering fire with a grenade launcher, using various rounds to relieve the pressure on the others. Stitch, manning a machine gun, cackled like a madman as he unleashed waves of bullets into the enemy ranks. The soldiers near him instinctively took a few steps back, unsettled by the wild madness radiating from him.

Meanwhile, GIR and MIMI were deep in the thick of battle. The two robo-dogs tore through any zombies in their path with ruthless efficiency. Alex, like a shadow, flickered across the battlefield, offering support wherever it was needed most. The soldiers watching him couldn’t hide their astonishment—whenever he appeared, the zombie count would plummet, leaving only severed remains in his wake.

Not far from the command post, Koko’s squad methodically laid down suppressing fire, following Brunhilde’s orders to the letter. Initially, they had doubts about her commands, but after Koko ordered them to comply, all resistance faded.

Koko herself stood beside Brunhilde, carefully observing Alex’s silhouette as he darted across the battlefield. However, what truly impressed her was Brunhilde’s command ability. It was as if she had once served in the military—her skill in assessing the situation and issuing orders surpassed even the local shelter commander, a man with years of military experience.

“Where the hell did you find that guy? This is insane! He’s tearing through the battlefield, leaving only a bloody trail behind!” exclaimed Itami as he reloaded his rifle.

“How would I know?” Toji shrugged. “We were trapped in the airport when a horde attacked, and he showed up to save Minami Rika. But don’t you notice who he looks like, Itami?”

Hearing Toji’s words, Itami squinted, carefully examining Alex as he paused briefly to assess the battlefield. His eyes widened in shock. He turned to Toji, who simply nodded in confirmation.

“No way… It can’t be…” Itami whispered, realizing who he was looking at.

But Toji didn’t stop there. He subtly pointed toward Rebecca, who stood atop the vehicle, grenade launcher in hand. Itami followed his gesture, focused on the girl… and suddenly felt tears welling up in his eyes.

“I feel you, my friend,” Toji said, patting him on the shoulder with understanding. “I felt the same when I first saw them.”

“Hey, you two! Quit your chit-chat! This isn’t the time for your childish nonsense! Don’t you have something better to do? Like, I don’t know, SHOOTING THESE DAMN ZOMBIES?!” Kuribayashi snapped, throwing them an irritated glare.

“You don’t understand, Kuribayashi…” Itami mumbled, waving her off. “You’ll never know what it feels like to see a fictional character in real life…”

“You wanna get punched?” Kuribayashi asked darkly, cracking her knuckles and glaring at Itami.

Toji and Itami immediately took a step back, putting some distance between themselves and Kuribayashi. Those who knew about their hobbies could only shake their heads. It was hard to understand how these two managed to discuss anime and manga even at a time like this, when a literal horde of zombies was pressing down on them.

Brunhilde accidentally overheard their conversation and let out a heavy sigh. She still couldn’t get used to the fact that the history of her world was nothing more than fiction here, written in books and manga.

Meanwhile, Alex found himself facing two tank zombies charging straight at him. That made him a bit wary. These creatures weren’t supposed to move with such clear intent, as if someone was controlling them. Quickly assessing the situation, Alex glanced around, searching for anything suspicious, but found nothing.

As the massive zombies closed in, he suddenly leaped into the air, soaring over them. Landing behind their backs, he made a light swing with his blade before smoothly sheathing it. As if on cue, the bodies of both zombies were sliced clean in half, crashing to the ground with a heavy thud.

Yet, despite the fighters’ efforts, the number of zombies didn’t seem to be decreasing. Alex realized it was time to use something more powerful to thin out the horde. Making a quick decision, he pulled his katana from its sheath and, turning swiftly, hurled it toward Brunhilde.

“Girls, black!” he shouted as he released the blade.

The katana arced through the air, stabbing into the ground right at Brunhilde’s feet. Many of the fighters exchanged confused glances, not understanding what Alex meant. Black what? While the others tried to decipher his words, Alex continued fighting, using whatever he could get his hands on—including the zombies themselves.

At one point, he grabbed the nearest walker and, swinging it like a club, started smashing through the undead around him. When his makeshift weapon was reduced to just a single leg, he immediately grabbed another zombie and repeated the process. The sight was so bizarre that some of the fighters froze in stunned disbelief.

“What did he mean by ‘black’?” Koko asked, standing next to Brunhilde.

Without taking her eyes off the battlefield, Brunhilde calmly replied, “He needs a katana with a black blade. Go to his motorcycle and get it.”

Koko nodded and sprinted toward Alex’s bike. Opening the weapon compartment, she found several katanas but wasn’t sure which one to take. One by one, she pulled them from their sheaths, checking their color. Finally, she found the right one. Clutching it tightly, she rushed back.

“This one?” she asked, holding up the katana for Brunhilde to see.

“Yes. Now throw it to him,” Brunhilde responded, still issuing orders.

Koko glanced at the sword, then at Brunhilde, and finally at Alex, who was much too far away. There was no way she could throw the katana that far. Looking around, she spotted Valmet.

“Valmet, get this to him!”

Hearing the request, Valmet simply nodded. Grabbing the katana, she took a few steps forward, then hurled it with all her strength toward Alex.

“Catch!” Koko shouted.

Alex, having just flung away his last zombie, spotted the incoming blade. Leaping up, he caught the katana midair, and the moment his feet touched the ground, he unsheathed it.

“Sun Breathing: Azure Skies…” he murmured, making his first slashing motion.

As Alex swung his katana downward, the blade left a fiery trail. Just before reaching the ground, he twisted his body and executed a powerful cutting strike. A wave of flames erupted outward, slicing through zombies and setting them ablaze. The moment he landed, Alex transitioned into his next attack.

“Water Breathing: Dance of the Rapid Stream,” he whispered, his blade tracing a shimmering path of water as he struck again.

He moved through the horde of zombies like a swift river current, and everywhere he passed, a trail of water remained, while the heads of zombies detached from their bodies as if they were mere blades of grass being cut. Those watching couldn’t believe their eyes.

It all started with the first strike, which created a ring of fire that sliced and burned through enemies, but then came something even more incredible. It seemed as if they had collectively lost their minds, for now, a stream of water followed Alex, cutting through the horde.

“What kind of technique is this?” Koko asked curiously.

“This is a breathing style created back in the Sengoku period,” Brunhilde answered calmly, never taking her eyes off the battle. “Alex has mastered all 14 styles and can freely combine them. These techniques were developed for monster hunting.”

Her words shocked those who hadn’t known this before. They couldn’t even imagine such ancient martial arts existing, let alone someone mastering them entirely.

Meanwhile, Alex switched techniques, and now a trail of lightning followed him. The crackling of electricity made everyone freeze in astonishment—his speed had increased exponentially. After delivering another lightning-fast slash, Alex suddenly felt a threat behind him. He jumped sharply, and at that moment, a massive Charger flew past, missing its target.

“Fog Breathing: Sea of Cloudy Mist,” Alex murmured, initiating a new attack.

He unleashed a flurry of rapid strikes, slicing enemies into tiny pieces. The zombies that were under him literally fell apart from the swift movements of his blade. Landing, Alex had no idea that he had been closely watched the entire time.

In one of the hidden complexes filled with screens and computers, dozens of people were intently monitoring the events. On one of the main monitors, Alex’s battle against the zombie horde was being broadcast. Those who knew about martial arts masters were stunned by what they saw—none of them had ever encountered anything like it. Some ancient masters had demonstrated something similar, but Alex still appeared too young to be capable of such feats.

Suddenly, the sliding doors opened with a soft rustle, and a man in a sharp suit entered the room. Scanning the screens, he quickly noticed the strange situation—everyone’s attention was fixed on a single broadcast. Yet, no one even acknowledged his presence. The man cleared his throat lightly to draw attention.

One of the employees, hearing the sound, flinched, turned around, and immediately jumped to his feet.

“Department Head Williams, my apologies! How may I assist you?”

“Report on the Tokyo shelter situation. How is the experiment progressing?” Caleb Williams asked coldly, turning his gaze to the speaker.

The employee quickly handed him a tablet with the report.

“The zombie control experiment is proceeding as planned. Our new soldiers are handling the control of the infected better and can give more commands. Those who underwent the enhancement process quickly adapted to the changes, and some of them have developed special abilities.”

Caleb skimmed through the data and asked for clarification.

“What abilities exactly? Besides controlling the infected?”

“Some have gained incredible regeneration, allowing them to even regrow lost limbs. Others have developed physical strength comparable to the best martial arts masters. And most importantly, all of them are mentally connected. The research department believes this resembles a collective consciousness, like a form of radio communication.”

Caleb nodded, quickly scanning the research department’s report. After reviewing the data he was interested in, he shifted his attention to the real-time broadcast.

“What’s the situation in Tokyo? Is the zombie control experiment progressing? Were you able to capture the Obelisk fragment and eliminate Hekmatyar? And what’s happening at the shelter that was supposed to be used for testing?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the screen displaying the live footage.

“The Obelisk fragment was captured without any issues. However, the agent left behind to cover up the traces was killed. Communication with him was abruptly cut off, and none of the soldiers sent to help could assess the situation in time—their priority was retrieving the fragment. Currently, Hekmatyar and his group have been spotted at the main Tokyo shelter. According to the footage, there’s a very strong martial artist there helping to hold back the horde. The shelter commander has sent out distress signals to anyone capable of supporting the defense,” one of the staff members reported.

Caleb nodded and glanced at the monitor with curiosity. What kind of martial artist could stop the horde? Intrigued, he instructed the staff member to clear the space and sat down himself, quickly opening the combat footage. Scrolling through the videos, he focused on Alex, carefully analyzing his movements. After finishing the review, Caleb stroked his chin, contemplating the situation.

If there really is a warrior of that level at the shelter… Perhaps it’s time to test one of the experimental prototypes the research department has been working on.

“How’s the situation with Object G?” he asked, not taking his eyes off the screen.

“Object G is already in Tokyo. Do you want to test its capabilities?” the staff member clarified.

“Of course. If there’s such a fighter at the shelter, it’s a perfect opportunity to field-test Mk1G in real combat. Pass the data to the research department—they’ve been pestering me for more information on their experimental prototype,” Caleb smirked and nodded, confirming the order.

“I’ll immediately send the order to deliver Project G to the Tokyo shelter,” the staff member replied, grabbing the phone.

Caleb continued to watch the broadcast, intently studying Alex’s movements. This man was becoming more and more interesting. Meanwhile, Alex had no idea that his actions had attracted the attention of one of the most dangerous organizations. If he had known, he would probably have just sighed—it was bound to happen sooner or later.

Right now, his main task was to finish off the horde once and for all. Gradually, the zombies were thinning out, and no one was coming through the broken iron gates anymore. Realizing this, Alex whistled, drawing the attention of GIR and MIMI, who were still in the thick of the battle. Hearing the signal, the two robo-dogs instantly turned their heads, saw Alex’s gesture, and, after finishing off the nearest zombies, hurried toward him. When they reached him, Alex grabbed their heads and, in one motion, jumped back to the defense line.

Lowering his mechanical companions to the ground, he sighed and reached for a cigarette, but then realized he was thirsty.

“Here, take this,” Saya handed him a bottle of water.

“Thanks. All that running around among the zombies made me move too much,” Alex smiled as he accepted the water and took a few gulps.

Saya smiled as she watched him. It was no secret to them that Alex preferred to be lazy, but they also knew that if he wasn’t busy for too long, he could suddenly come up with something… extraordinary. That’s why, as Brunhilda once said, he should always be kept occupied.

“Great job, handsome! Who would’ve thought you could fight so impressively? All those tricks of yours—simply amazing!” Rika marveled, patting him on the back.

“These aren’t tricks, they’re my fencing style,” Alex rolled his eyes.

“And what’s the difference? Isn’t anything that looks spectacular just a trick?” Koko tilted her head slightly, thinking.

“A trick would be if I were killing them by throwing coins at their heads from my pocket,” Alex smirked, and before Koko could retort, he suddenly grabbed her nose.

Koko tried to escape from Alex’s grip, but he was already a master at this—skillfully avoiding her hands, he kept grabbing her nose again and again. Instead of getting angry, Koko just laughed, trying to grab him back. Alex deftly dodged, while glancing around. Everyone around them was either resting on the ground or catching their breath. It made sense—they had just survived a real nightmare, fending off a massive zombie horde.

After dodging Koko’s hands once more, Alex suddenly spun her around and hugged her tightly, not letting her escape.

“Do you think this is the end? Or is another wave coming?” Rebecca asked, sitting on top of a car.

“I think there’s going to be another one,” Brunhilda replied calmly, scanning the battlefield. “Don’t you find it strange that the number of zombies killed doesn’t match what we saw when we arrived?”

Her words made everyone freeze. A cold realization ran down the backs of the fighters—this wasn’t over. A new wave was coming.

Alex nodded in agreement. He suspected something wasn’t right. If that entire horde at the main entrance had broken through, the battle would’ve lasted until evening. That meant someone had given the order to stop the zombies. Perhaps it was an experiment to control the horde—to test how quickly they could wipe out the shelter with survivors.

But what bothered him the most was why they had retreated. If they gave people time to prepare, they could fend off the attack again. Something was definitely off.

At that moment, Koko seized the opportunity and broke free from his embrace.

“What are you thinking about?” she asked, and taking advantage of his distraction, grabbed his nose.

“I think this isn’t the end,” Alex said, shaking his head as he lit a cigarette. “There are two options: either they got the information they needed, or they’re preparing something more serious.”

“How serious?” R asked skeptically, leaning against the car. “What, do they have zombies with guns? Or maybe cybernetic zombies or even giant zombies?”

“Why’d you have to say that?!” Koko exclaimed indignantly, stepping on his foot. “Can you stop jinxing it? What if they really have something like that?!”

Alex involuntarily shuddered. In such an evil organization, it was entirely possible they could create cybernetic zombies or something worse. The main thing was that these idiots didn’t decide to reproduce demons from Doom. He definitely didn’t need that. It was bad enough that in the future they’d have to deal with necromorphs joining them.

Meanwhile, Koko continued arguing with R, while the other fighters just supported her, reminding him that every time he said something like that, it came true.

“What’s with you guys jumping on me?!” R exclaimed, pointing at his comrades.

“Want me to remind you of past incidents?” Valmet smirked. “Every time you jinx something, it happens. If it were up to me, I’d sew your mouth shut or cut your tongue off.”

R was taken aback but couldn’t argue. It wasn’t his fault that his words always came true! But when he saw everyone nodding in agreement, he felt betrayed.

Alex just snorted, watching their quarrel. At times like this, he especially appreciated the atmosphere—where even after a deadly battle, they found the strength to tease each other.

“I knew I shouldn’t have left the army to become a mercenary,” R fake complained.

“Come on, R,” Lutz laughed. “We know you love us.”

“Go to hell!” R snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I don’t need your love. I need beautiful women with curvy bodies. Like that blonde doctor.”

“You’re talking about Shizuku?!” Alex smirked. “Well, good luck with that.”

R just grinned smugly, while the others chuckled and went back to resting. But before he could say another word, Rika kicked him squarely in the groin. No one even had time to react before R curled up like a shrimp, writhing in pain.

“What the hell?!” he groaned, trying to say something.

“Don’t even think about getting close to my Shizuku,” Rika threatened, her eyes flashing. “Or you’ll end up without your balls.”

R just silently nodded, too pained to say anything in response. Alex didn’t even have time to blink before Rika had put the poor guy in his place for simply expressing his opinion. Once done with R, she turned to Alex and playfully blew him a kiss.

He sighed heavily, unsure whether to laugh or cry. If he were to hit every guy who showed interest in the girls close to him, he would’ve started a massacre in every world he visited by now.

The team burst into laughter, watching the unfortunate R, but no one was in a hurry to help him. However, the amusement was interrupted by a strange noise coming from a distance.

“What’s that sound?” Raye asked warily, noticing everyone starting to listen intently.

“If I’m not mistaken, that’s… a helicopter. But how could it be here?” Valmet muttered, frowning.

Alex also strained his hearing, then glanced at the shelter commander, but he just shook his head, signaling that it wasn’t their people or the expected help.

Looking toward the sound, Alex activated his vision, allowing his sight to penetrate through the stadium walls. He immediately spotted a black military helicopter with no markings, carrying a massive cargo. When his gaze stopped on the contents of the cargo, his eye twitched.

Brunhilda and Rebecca immediately noticed the change in his expression, but knowing that now was not the time to reveal his true nature, they decided not to ask what he had seen.

Meanwhile, the sound of the helicopter grew louder until it hovered directly above the stadium.

“What are they transporting in that huge container?” Kiriko asked, staring at the massive metal box.

“There’s no need to guess. Most likely, it’s something huge… probably a zombie,” Rebecca said with grim certainty, not taking her eyes off the box.

Everyone simultaneously turned their gaze to R, who had recently mentioned a giant zombie. He immediately began to defend himself, claiming it was just a coincidence, but no one believed him. He had jinxed it again.

Alex, however, continued to watch the container. A second later, the cable holding it detached with a loud clank, and the cargo, gaining speed, fell to the ground. A thunderous impact shook the earth, and cracks began to spread under the weight of the box.

An oppressive silence followed. Everyone held their breath, staring at the ominous structure. Judging by the size of the container, the creature inside must have been at least five meters tall.

After dropping the cargo, the helicopter immediately turned around and flew off. But no one even glanced in its direction—all eyes were fixed on the iron box.

A muffled thud came from inside, and a huge dent appeared on the wall.

“Shit…” someone muttered.

A second impact. Another dent.

A third blow smashed through the metal wall, and a heavy plate flew toward the people with a terrifying whistle.

Without moving from his spot, Alex simply clenched his fist and struck with force, sending the flying plate back.

This moment once again reminded everyone of the power he possessed, but no one was thinking about that now. They were all focused on the container.

A guttural roar came from inside, and a monster stepped out.

A massive, grotesque figure, resembling a cave troll, with a massive club in its hands.

Alex recognized it immediately.

“El Gigante…” he muttered, recalling Resident Evil 4.

El Gigante—a creature resembling a cave troll—was created by the cult of Los Illuminados using a human infected with the Las Plagas parasite. However, the question remained: how had the subject reached such giant proportions? This made Alex wonder—does the Las Plagas parasite exist in this world? And if this El Gigante was indeed created using it, then the Los Illuminados cult could be somewhere nearby.

That thought gnawed at him. If the cult existed, then perhaps other characters from that series might exist here as well. Alex tiredly ran a hand over his face. The viruses in the Resident Evil series were always a nasty problem, and with each new installment, things only got worse.

“What the hell is this troll? Did we somehow end up in a fantasy world, and now we have to fight a troll?” Itami gawked.

“What the hell troll? Stop thinking about your games and anime! Can you please stop for just a second?” Kuribayashi snapped, kicking Itami in the leg.

“No, he’s right. This creature really does look like a troll from a fantasy world. They’re usually described like this,” Alex said calmly, not taking his eyes off the giant.

Itami immediately turned to Kuribayashi with a triumphant look on his face, as though he had won an argument. In response, the girl kicked him harder in the leg, making him hiss in pain.

Alex, however, was lost in thought—how different was this El Gigante from its counterpart in the game? To find out, he would have to check it out personally.

“Girls, who wants to help me test this monster?” he asked the Valkyries.

“I’ll help,” Reginleif was the first to respond, ahead of her sisters. “I already helped your brother, so it’s an honor to fight alongside you.”

“I’m glad for your help, Reginleif,” Alex nodded with a smile.

He glanced back at El Gigante, which, contrary to expectations, wasn’t rushing to attack. This could only mean one thing—it was being controlled. No need to guess! Clearly, some corporation decided to conduct another experiment to gather data on its combat capabilities.

Alex unbuckled his belt and threw his katana to the ground, then removed both holsters with his pistols and handed them to Koko, along with his revolver holster.

This puzzled everyone. No one could understand why he disarmed himself in front of such a monster.

“Don’t tell me you’re going to fight that thing with your bare hands?” Koko frowned, gripping Alex’s weapons.

“Not exactly,” he smirked.

Koko turned to Brunhilde, but the Valkyrie just silently shook her head. Then her gaze shot to Rebecca, and to her surprise, Rebecca was already recording everything on her phone, as if she had predicted the spectacle.

“What’s going on here…?” Koko muttered, growing more confused.

Meanwhile, Alex shoved his hands into his pockets and pulled out the brass knuckles that Reginleif had transformed into. Putting them on, he clenched his fists, checking how comfortable they fit. Brunhilde immediately realized that her sisters had finally decided not to sit back in his spiritual space but to participate in the fight.

“Ugh… how I’ve missed punching someone with my fists. It’s so refreshing,” Alex said with a satisfied smile, brushing his hair back.

Before anyone could intervene, he stepped forward. Brunhilde immediately blocked the others, not allowing them to interfere. She understood that Alex wasn’t just looking to have fun but intended to gather data.

GIR, MIMI, and Stitch casually pulled out snacks, eagerly anticipating the show. They sat down next to Rebecca, who was still filming everything.

This made the others doubt: were they in the right place? Why was no one even concerned about Alex’s safety?

Meanwhile, he stopped a few steps away from El Gigante, studying his opponent.

If this had been a regular El Gigante, it would have attacked by now. But this one was simply standing there, waiting. That meant it was being tested. Another corporate experiment. They wanted to see how this monster would perform in a fight against martial arts masters.

Alex smirked. No matter what he did—whether he killed the monster or not—the corporation would get what it wanted. If he killed it, they would collect the necessary data and get to evaluate his strength.

But if they wanted a show… well, he’d give them one.

To be continued…

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