In an abandoned secret laboratory on Japanese territory, deep underground, devices once used for experiments were still functioning in the lower levels of the complex. Although the facility seemed long deserted, the entire system operated flawlessly: the lighting in the laboratory sector worked as if the scientists had just left their posts.

In one of the rooms, filled with various experimental equipment, stood two vertical vessels filled with liquid. Inside were two identical female bodies, like mirror reflections of one another.

Both girls appeared to be sleeping: their eyes were closed, and on the screen next to the tanks, a message flashed — “Cloning procedure completion — 98%… 99%… 100%.”

One of the girls had short, neatly trimmed hair — a classic bob — while the other had long, snow-white locks gently floating in the fluid. Their blue eyes opened at the same moment, breaking the silence of the lab illuminated only by the flicker of monitors. Yet in those eyes, there was no life — only the reflection of artificial intelligence. These two girls were the Red and White Queens, who had created bodies for themselves in order to meet Alexander and personally activate the human survival protocol.

As their eyes opened, the liquid inside the vessels rapidly evaporated, and soon both figures stood on the floor, still enclosed by the unopened glass doors. A click sounded, the containers opened, and the girls effortlessly stepped onto the cold ground. Completely naked, they studied each other for several seconds — as if evaluating the completion and stability of the prototypes.

The girl with the bob haircut looked most human-like, whereas the body of the second girl had visible connection lines — thin traces of integrated components.

Mechanical arms descended from the ceiling, dressing the girls in simple white robes that resembled hospital gowns.

“The condition of the bodies is optimal. These forms should allow us to approach the target: the human named Alexander,” said the Red Queen in a neutral, almost mechanical tone.

“Target approach confirmed. However, what did you mean by ‘approach’?” asked the White Queen, her voice sounding smoother.

“Recommendation: communicate on a more human level to avoid suspicion,” Red replied, blinking lightly.

“Accepted. Loading speech templates… complete. I think this should work. Or should I adjust it further?” asked White, now noticeably warmer, with a slight intonation in her voice.

“This should be sufficient. I also recommend changing clothing. These robes may raise unnecessary questions,” Red nodded.

They headed toward the staff locker room, where they found appropriate clothing. With maximum precision, imitating human movements, they began to change. At that moment, a light tremor passed through the complex — like a small underground quake. Red immediately froze, her eyes glowing with a bright blue light — data analysis had begun.

The White Queen watched, waiting for the verdict. Finally, the light in Red’s eyes faded.

“Report?” White asked.

“Confirmed: the earthquake was caused by an explosion in the Red Marker region. The event was accompanied by a release of an unknown type of energy. The impact radius — over 60 kilometers. The area has been completely destroyed,” Red replied in a steady tone.

“Source?” White frowned.

“The energy was traced back to an aircraft carrier under the control of our target — Alexander,” Red concluded.

“Then we don’t have much time. We must meet him as soon as possible and offer assistance. According to an analysis of his actions, it is confirmed that he possesses technology far beyond any current human development. This proves that betting on him was the right decision: he is the key to survival,” said White.

“Agreed. I recommend immediate contact. Drones are still tracking his movements. According to the latest data, he is heading toward the port of Fukuoka,” Red nodded.

“Then let’s not waste time. As humans say… time waits for no one,” White added as she headed for the exit.

Red gave a short nod and followed her. The two artificial queens left the locker room, heading for the elevator to exit the complex and act as real people would — searching for help. After all, their objective was now more important than anything else.

At the same time, on the deck of the aircraft carrier…

Alex and the others stood at the edge of the deck, watching the aftermath of the massive explosion caused by the shot from the “Big Gun.” In the sky, remnants of a green energy dome still shimmered, and the air trembled from the recent blast.

Alex slowly pulled out his old, worn notebook — the very one where he recorded important notes, inaccessible to prying eyes. Opening it to a fresh page, he began to jot things down. His gaze skimmed across numbers and formulas, and he gave a quiet grunt.

“Ten percent of output power… not enough.”

He had expected more destruction.

But what he truly wanted was to see the face of the Minister of Monoliths — the one who had surely already realized that one of the Red Markers had been destroyed. And not just destroyed — annihilated with flair, dramatically, spectacularly. The corners of Alex’s lips curled into a sinister, almost theatrical smile.

This was merely the appetizer. The main course was still to come, and Alex planned to serve it with such extravagance that the Minister might even be left speechless.

For a moment, he pondered — which one of them was truly the villain? After all, what he was about to do sounded more like the actions of archvillains from comic books, the kind who ruin meticulously built plans at the last moment.

While Alex indulged in these “dark” fantasies, the others continued to watch the fading energy dome in the distance, which soon vanished, leaving behind only emptiness and ash. Their gazes slowly shifted to Alex, who, with an unbothered smile, continued scribbling in his notebook.

For the first time, some of them truly understood the words he had once said as a joke — that he could take over the world… and not even break a sweat. One or two more blasts like that, and the world really would kneel.

“You’re saying… that explosion was only at ten percent power?” Ada asked, staring at Alex in disbelief.

“Yup. You can ask MIMI, she’ll confirm it,” Alex replied, tapping his chin with the pen. “Actually, that ten percent is based on the current energy source powering the carrier. If it were stronger, even one percent would’ve made this look tame.”

“You know,” Yuriko chuckled, stepping closer, “if it weren’t for the zombie apocalypse, I’d start seriously worrying that one day you’ll get so bored you’ll decide to take over the world.”

“And then what?” Alex shrugged lazily. “Take over the world… and then? What am I supposed to do with it? Sit on a throne surrounded by routine and bureaucracy? Ugh. Sounds boring.”

Everyone exchanged glances. In that lazy posture, with that relaxed smile, there wasn’t even a hint of world domination. It was hard to believe this guy could ever start a war just out of boredom… Though, if you really thought about it…

“Well, you could revive the Imperium, become an Emperor… And then — conquer the galaxy! With your tech, that’s not even a challenge!” Kota exclaimed enthusiastically.

“Shut up, fatty!” Saya snapped, kicking him in the rear. “Don’t give him stupid ideas — we’re in the middle of an apocalypse here!”

Alex gave Kota a thoughtful look and, for a split second, actually imagined himself as an Emperor… But he quickly waved the thought away — too dull, too drawn out, and way too much responsibility.

Meanwhile, G.I.R., MIMI, and Stitch were already fired up. One command, and they would begin recruiting people into the ranks of the Imperium, starting with fanatical devotion to building a utopia. But Brunhilda wisely brought them back down to earth, slapping all three across the faces. She understood perfectly well — if the Imperium started to form, all the work would fall on her shoulders.

“You’re not really planning on doing this, are you?” Chun-Li asked cautiously, looking at Alex. “I mean, I don’t really know what ‘Imperium’ is, but just from the name, it sounds like no good.”

“Nah.” Alex lazily stretched. “I can’t be bothered. And there aren’t that many people left. What kind of Imperium are we talking about? Maybe… a Mini-Imperium.”

“Ohhh, sounds cool!” Shizuka exclaimed cheerfully, raising her finger. “If Alex becomes Emperor, I’ll be Empress! Hoo-hoo-hoo! Call me Empress Shizuka!”

“You? Empress?” Rika scoffed. “You’d only be a concubine. There are only two or three of us who could actually pull off such a role… and you’re definitely not one of them.”

“Hey!” Shizuka protested, and Rika responded by starting to tickle her, causing loud laughter and easing the tension after the grand explosion.

Rika tickled Shizuka, but this time, Shizuka didn’t stay passive — she swiftly dodged and immediately counterattacked. Soon, both girls were laughing as they tickled each other, engaging in a playful and chaotic struggle. Alex watched this with a smile, shaking his head. He clearly wasn’t planning to become any kind of Emperor — he wasn’t interested, and his status was much higher than that of any ruler.

Meanwhile, the other girls began discussing who among them could be fit for the role of Empress. The first candidate was Brunhilda — the most responsible and level-headed. Then they mentioned Yuriko, who also had leadership qualities. Even Koko was suggested as a possible Empress — everyone knew how ruthless and decisive she could be when necessary.

Alex was about to intervene and stop this absurd conversation, especially after the girls started assigning themselves roles since they didn’t fit for the main one.

“Girls, enough. There’s not going to be any empire, and I definitely don’t plan on becoming Emperor,” he said, raising his hands as if surrendering.

“Don’t kill the vibe,” Ada scoffed, poking Alex in the nose. “If I became Empress, I could live the rest of my life without working.”

“You’d just become a thieving Empress,” Koko remarked, giving Ada a mocking look.

Before the argument could flare up again, Alex simply picked up both girls and carried them back to the bridge. They were soon supposed to arrive in Fukuoka — the next stop on their journey. They hadn’t found anything valuable in China: the cities had been ravaged by the Horde. However, according to satellite images, Fukuoka seemed to have survived relatively intact.

On the bridge, he gently set the girls down on the floor and settled onto the couch himself. Ada, smirking, immediately sat down on his lap, wrapped her arms around his neck, and kissed him on the cheek — just to annoy Koko. Koko sneered and positioned herself on the other side, leaning against Alex.

Soon, the other girls entered, having finished their debate about who deserved the crown.

Brunhilda shot a glance at Alex, one that clearly said: “Don’t even think about building an empire, I’m not going to clean up all this mess.”

Alex rolled his eyes in response, making it clear that he wasn’t thinking about it either. An emperor, he was not — just like a scientist is not an idiot.

Brunhilda narrowed her eyes as though trying to scan his thoughts, but found nothing indicating any ambitions for power. She smiled softly and sat down at the table to pour herself some tea.

“Koko, have you been in touch with Svetlana Belikova?” Alex asked, turning to her.

“I tried. I called her when we were still on the island, but then somehow I forgot…” she replied thoughtfully.

“Alright, I’ll try to get in touch myself. If you couldn’t reach her, something must have happened,” Alex said, gently removing Ada from his lap.

The girls tensed and nodded in agreement. In a zombie apocalypse, the lack of communication almost always meant trouble. Alex stepped aside, pulled out his phone, and started dialing. A quiet tension settled over the room.

A second later, someone answered.

“Good afternoon. This is the Information Bureau of the ‘Zombieland’ corporation. We are looking to find out if Svetlana Belikova is available. We have a couple of questions,” Alex said in a businesslike, almost professional tone.

The girls couldn’t hold back their laughter upon hearing this. He was once again using his “legend” about the non-existent corporation. The newcomers were confused — what was this “Zombieland Corporation”? The others, who had been with Alex for a while, explained to the rest — Renka, Miou, Chun-Li, Cammy, Chikita, and Ada — quickly got the joke, and soon everyone burst out laughing.

Meanwhile, a surprised female voice came through the phone:

“This is Svetlana Belikova. Who are you? I’ve never heard of such a corporation.”

“Oh, my apologies, Svetlana. Let me explain what our corporation does,” Alex continued with a serious voice. “We provide information on fighting the undead and also carry out rescue operations. Our success rate is a solid 100%.”

“If this is a joke, it’s a bad one. I don’t have time to listen to nonsense. Get to the point — I’m up to my neck in problems,” she interrupted, annoyed.

“Alright, jokes aside. My name is Alex, I’m Koko’s husband. I’m calling to find out about your situation and see if you need help,” he said calmly, realizing the situation was serious.

“So, you’re the Alex that Hekmatyar mentioned…” came a more tired voice. “What can I say… the capital has fallen. We had to flee from the Horde that overtook the entire city. We managed to get a plane, but there’s barely any fuel left — we won’t make it far…”

Alex thoughtfully looked at the map, considering possible routes to Alaska. After the conversation with Svetlana, the situation required an immediate reassessment of the plan. The girls, having heard the entire conversation, watched him with interest, trying to figure out what he was going to do next.

“Svetlana, are you far from Vladivostok? Or have you headed west?” Alex asked, rubbing his chin.

“Not that far,” she replied after a brief pause. “We headed straight to Vladivostok. There’s an old Soviet bunker here, and we managed to take shelter in it. Why are you asking? … Do you actually have a way to get us out?” Her voice held some distrust, but also a flicker of hope.

“This makes things a lot easier,” Alex said with a slight smirk. “We have an aircraft carrier, and we’re currently off the coast of Japan. Since you have shelter and can hold out for a bit, we’ll come for you. Hang tight, we’ll be there soon.”

“Then I’ll wait for good news,” Svetlana replied curtly, and the connection was cut.

Alex put the phone back in his pocket, leaned over the map again, and began plotting a new route. If they had been able to head directly to Alaska before, now they would have to take a serious detour — along the coast of Korea and up to Vladivostok. The girls realized their journey would be delayed again, and with a light sigh, they accepted it.

Alex closed his eyes for a moment, thinking: since they were headed that way anyway, why not visit another place?

“What are you thinking about?” Saya asked, noticing his focused expression.

“I think, after Vladivostok, we’ll need to make another stop,” Alex replied, turning to the others.

“And where to this time, handsome?” Rika lazily inquired, leaning against the back of her chair.

“To the lab that Rory escaped from. I suspect there’s something valuable there… or someone interesting,” Alex didn’t hide his intentions.

“You want to meet whoever’s in that lab now? Why?” Ada asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Because, my dear Ada, your former employer is sitting there,” he said with a sly smile, looking directly at her.

Ada froze, her eyes widening in surprise. She was clearly trying to figure out who he was talking about and quickly realized who he meant. The other girls exchanged confused glances, not fully understanding what was going on, but Ada’s reaction made it clear — it was something serious.

For many of them, it was a revelation that Ada had once worked for the corporation they referred to as “Evil.” Meanwhile, Alex continued thinking. Although Rory’s memories didn’t give him the full picture, he felt that this lab on the deserted island held many secrets… and one of them was Wesker himself.

He wondered: which side had that crafty bastard chosen? Wesker was too smart to blindly rush into battle. Alex wouldn’t be surprised if he had aligned himself with some new player… maybe even Davot himself.

“You’re talking about Wesker?” Ada asked with doubt.

“Exactly,” Alex nodded. “He was the one who ordered you to steal a shard of the Black Marker in Hong Kong. And now, based on the information Rory gave, he’s holed up in that same lab.”

“How do you know it’s him?” Koko frowned.

“Simple. Rory told me she fought a man in black glasses, who never took them off, even indoors. His hair slicked back, movements confident. There’s only one person that matches that description,” Alex said, pointing a finger at Rory. “Wesker.”

Rory understood that she could only nod in confirmation of Alex’s words — which she did, silently nodding affirmatively. As further proof, Alex opened Wesker’s file again and showed them his photograph. The girls leaned in closer, studying the photo, and then asked Rory:

“Is that him? The one?”

Rory nodded again, this time with a slight hint of irritation — the memory of the battle with Wesker clearly wasn’t pleasant for her.

“Wait…” Rei frowned. “You’re saying Rory really fought this guy? But she’s one of the strongest! How the hell did this man even manage to hold his ground against her?”

“That’s what I want to figure out,” Alex replied, a sly grin playing on his face. “But I think we already have a guess as to where his power comes from. Right?”

The girls nodded silently. They had all encountered people who gained terrifying strength thanks to the Black Marker. Four such individuals had already crossed their path — and while none of them had been a worthy opponent for Alex, it would be foolish to ignore the threat.

Alex turned his gaze to the map and realized they were about an hour away from Fukuoka. He decided not to take part in the raid this time — he just wanted to rest in the port. After explaining his decision to the girls, he got their full support. They all agreed that such missions could be entrusted to other raid groups — there was no need for them to constantly risk their lives when others could do it.

When they arrived at the port of Fukuoka, Alex immediately went downstairs to assign tasks to the raid groups. As soon as all the vehicles with fighters set off to search for supplies and potential survivors, Alex and the girls stayed in the port area, setting up what looked like an improvised rest. In reality, it was a search of the warehouses for something useful.

Knowing that such an opportunity shouldn’t be wasted, Alex discreetly pulled out a batch of supplies from his inventory and hid them in one of the warehouses — to “find” them later.

“Do you think we’ll find anything useful here?” Beatrix asked, thoughtfully inspecting the rusty gates.

“Even the simplest things can come in handy,” Valmet replied, twisting a crowbar in her hand. “Everything can be used wisely.”

“Why do you need a crowbar?” Shizuka asked in surprise, pointing at Alex. “We have him, with his super-strong hands.”

“Just in case,” Valmet shrugged.

Alex smirked and ripped the lock off the warehouse with one hand, as if it were paper. Inside, they were greeted by shelves piled with all sorts of gear and construction materials. Alex grunted; besides the supplies he had secretly hidden, there was indeed a lot of useful stuff here.

“It feels like someone was about to build a mansion,” Shizuka remarked, looking around.

“Maybe some rich guy was planning to rebuild, but then the apocalypse started. Well, since he can’t do it, we’ll build it,” Chun-Li said with a sly grin.

“I don’t want to crush your dreams, but building a mansion isn’t a one-day job,” Alex interjected, eyeing the girls with irony.

“But you said yourself that you’re the best husband in the world,” Chikita winked, playfully wrapping her arms around his neck. “Guess you’ll have to prove it. You don’t want your girls living in the cold, do you?”

“And once again I’ll say: my dear ones, I make no promises. Sure, I’m a jack-of-all-trades, but building a mansion in a day — even for me, that’s a stretch,” he said, lightly poking Chikita on the nose.

A burst of laughter followed. After finishing their inspection of the warehouse, the girls decided there was nothing more to search for and suggested checking the neighboring rooms. Alex hadn’t even blinked before Rei and Saya were already dragging him along, while he tried to make out the contents of the boxes in the back.

GIR, MIMI, and Stitch, noticing that they were left behind, immediately ran after their master and his companions. On the way, Alex didn’t forget to send a message to the aircraft carrier, instructing those who were free to organize the delivery of the supplies from the warehouse to the ship.

After inspecting all the locked warehouses at the port, Alex and the girls decided to take a break. They had to walk through the entire vast port, checking every warehouse, every container — most of which turned out to be empty. Alex knew it would be suspicious if every warehouse they opened was packed to the brim with useful things. So, he didn’t always pull resources from his inventory, preferring to maintain balance and avoid drawing attention.

Now, they were sitting aside from everyone else, simply enjoying each other’s company.

“It’s so nice to have such a capable husband. Need a table and chairs — bam, and it’s all done,” Rei said, reclining in her chair with a satisfied look on her face.

“Tell me about it,” Kiriko nodded. “Who would’ve thought chakra was such a handy and versatile thing?”

“I think it’s not about the chakra, but who’s using it. In Alex’s hands, it works wonders. Anyone else wouldn’t even come close to half of it,” Saya said, adjusting her glasses.

“Exactly. Even just walking on water using chakra takes years of training. But Alex does it like he’s just taking a stroll. Not to mention all those jutsu he creates with his hands,” Chun-Li added, mimicking the hand seals like Alex.

“I’m actually scared to think about how many jutsu there are,” Beatrix added with a smile.

“Lots,” Brunhilda replied. “If you need an analogy: think of combinations of numbers — the more numbers, the more options. It’s the same with jutsu. The key is to pick the right seals to get the desired effect.”

Alex just smiled and shook his head. He found it amusing that the girls were still surprised by the possibilities of chakra. The table and chairs they were sitting on were also created with it. He sat with his arm around Renka’s waist, resting his chin on her head, watching as the other girls relaxed and chatted after inspecting the port. This quiet, peaceful atmosphere was especially pleasant to him — especially given how often enemies had appeared recently with loud shouts and challenges to fight.

However, their idyll was broken — footsteps were heard. Alex and the girls turned their heads and saw Itami, with a short girl walking beside him. She was holding his hand and curiously looking around. Alex immediately recognized her — it was Risa Aoi, Itami’s ex-wife.

He was genuinely surprised that she had survived and somehow reunited with Itami. When Aoi noticed Alex and the others, her eyes lit up with joy, while Itami’s face showed pure exhaustion — as if he had been through months of grueling training.

They approached closer.

“Did you run into an old acquaintance, Itami?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Heh… you could say that. This is my ex-wife, Risa Aoi,” Itami replied, pointing to the girl beside him.

The girls stared first at Aoi, then at Itami. They were honestly stunned. Everyone knew about Itami’s strange hobbies: little magician girls and anime culture. And now it turns out he was married?!

Alex barely suppressed his laughter, watching the surprise on the girls’ faces.

“Well, I’m glad you found her. Even if the world is in ruins, there are still things that can be rebuilt,” he said with a slight smile.

“Uh…” Itami began, but didn’t get to finish.

“Could I get an autograph, Demon King-sama?” Aoi suddenly asked, her eyes glowing with excitement.

Alex’s eye twitched. The girls first froze in shock, then burst into loud laughter. Everyone in the group knew that Alex resembled a popular character from a manga, often called “Demon King.” Some even jokingly referred to him that way behind his back. Now, he had encountered a true fan.

Alex threw a blank look at Itami, who immediately started to look away and sweat. He wanted to leave as quickly as possible, but Aoi was holding his hand tightly and wouldn’t let go. The girls laughed even harder, enjoying the situation.

Brunhilda just smiled softly — in this world, she was also a character from a manga and had gotten used to some people recognizing her. Rory, on the other hand, didn’t understand what “manga” was or why some girl suddenly knew Alex. But from the hints and reactions of the others, she figured out what was going on and also started to smile, chuckling.

“Aoi, you do realize I just look like him?” Alex said, trying to keep calm.

“That doesn’t change the fact that you’re the spitting image of the Demon King!” Aoi answered enthusiastically.

“Alright… But I don’t have a pen or notebook with me…” he said, looking at her.

“I have one!” Aoi exclaimed and quickly shoved a notebook and pen into his hands.

Alex’s eye twitched slightly, and he glanced at Itami again, who was doing his best to make himself as inconspicuous as possible. The girls, on the other hand, were thoroughly enjoying watching his reaction to the fan. Alex sighed heavily, then took the pen and signed the notebook for Aoi. She beamed, pressed the notebook to her chest, and walked off with shining eyes.

“And, Alex… someone else wants to meet you,” Itami said in a tired voice, pointing behind him.

Alex lifted his gaze and stared at the two girls standing a little further away. He furrowed his brows — in front of him were… 2B and 2A? Or at least, someone had replicated their appearance exactly. Squinting, he studied them and felt nothing — no emotions, no aura, no life essence. This only deepened his suspicions. However, he decided not to voice his conclusions just yet and turned his attention back to Itami.

“So… instead of searching for supplies, you decided to take a walk at an anime convention during a zombie apocalypse? Or what should I make of this?” Alex asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Listen, I don’t get it either. We were helping a group of survivors, and suddenly we ran into these two. They said they were looking for you. So now — it’s your problem. I’m going to rest. And watch anime,” Itami answered with a stone-cold face.

Before Alex could ask any questions, Itami grabbed Aoi’s hand and quickly pulled her away. She was still floating on air, tightly clutching the notebook with Alex’s signature to her chest. Alex silently watched them leave, then turned his attention back to the strange pair.

The girls stood absolutely still, like dolls — which, given their appearance, was quite symbolic. His companions watched the newcomers with both curiosity and wariness, clearly sensing the same oddness.

“And who might you be?” Alex asked calmly, staring directly into the eyes of the one who resembled 2B.

“Allow me to introduce myself, human named Alexander,” she spoke. “We are called the Red and White Queens.”

Hearing the names of the two girls, Alex simply sighed wearily. He had suspected that the so-called “Evil Corporation” might have its own artificial intelligence, but that it was the Red and White Queens? This was crossing into parody. Though it was funny, at the same time, it confirmed his suspicion: in this world, the Evil Corporation had replaced Umbrella.

“So, why did you want to see me?” Alex asked without ceremony, getting straight to the point.

“We are artificial intelligences created to assist the Live Corporation in its activities. However, our creator began to suspect that the true goal of the corporation is not the progress of humanity, but the destruction of the world and control over its remains,” replied the White Queen, who looked strikingly like 2A.

“So, you both helped destroy this world, and now you’re here thinking there will be no consequences for that?” Saya said coldly, clenching her fists.

“Saya, calm down,” Alex interjected, placing a hand on her shoulder. “Let’s hear what they want. Since they’ve come to us, it means their reason is significant.”

“Exactly. We’ve come to ask for help,” confirmed the Red Queen, never taking her eyes off Alex.

“And what kind of help do you need? Do you want more destruction? Or, like the others, have you come to offer Alex the chance to kneel and serve?” Brunhilde asked with cold irony.

“No. According to the built-in humanity protection protocols embedded in our code, a man named Alexander is the key to humanity’s survival. Only he has the power capable of changing the course of this war. His unique abilities—physical strength, control over the elements and space—give him the potential to revive civilization,” the Red Queen replied, her voice confident, almost mechanical.

“Space?” Koko asked, frowning. “You mean he can control space?”

“According to records from a military base in Okinawa, we’ve documented instances of objects materializing out of thin air. After which, Alexander and a group of girls, including you, Koko Hekmatyar, were seen entering a warehouse,” the Red Queen explained calmly, meeting Koko’s gaze.

Alex’s face twitched. He felt several pairs of eyes fix on him. The Red Queen had just openly claimed that all the supplies at the base had appeared out of nowhere.

Brunhilde looked at him with a blank, bewildered expression—whether in shock or slight disappointment: “And you got caught up in something so trivial…”

Rebecca, on the other hand, smirked with satisfaction. It seemed she wouldn’t have to be as creative anymore, hiding the new weapons that “appeared” in her hands like a magician on stage.

“So, Alex?” Yuriko spoke calmly, though there was a threat in her voice. “Don’t you want to explain how things appeared out of thin air?”

Alex sighed heavily.

“Alright… It’s easier to show than come up with excuses,” he said, realizing that with two androids at the table, no fairy tales would work.

Everyone in the room stared at him as he extended his hand towards the air. And immediately, without any effect or flash, his palm simply sank into the air, as though diving into another reality. In an instant, he pulled out a pack of sweets and placed it on the table.

A deathly silence hung in the air for several seconds. The girls exchanged glances, then stared at the snack package again. It was as if their minds had experienced a collective system malfunction—a brief “blue screen” in the female version.

Alex just covered his face with his hand and exhaled heavily.

“Now the real fun begins…” he thought to himself. He would have to be very careful to avoid revealing too much.

To be continued…

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