The mont Drex brought up going out together, everyone suddenly beca busy.
"Sorry, Drex. There've been too many hero events and missions lately. I probably won't have ti," Tifa said apologetically.
"Umbrella's workload is overwhelming right now. I can't really step away for even a day," Urd added with a helpless expression.
Drex turned toward the last remaining option.
"What about you, Esdeath?"
"I'm free," Esdeath said casually, resting her long legs across his lap, "but I'm not interested in sightseeing."
Compared to vacations, she was far more interested in the virtual combat space Black Queen had recently developed for Black Umbrella's rcenary training program.
The simulation environnt operated at nearly one hundred percent realism.
Any terrain.
Any battlefield.
Any weather condition.
Anything could be recreated.
Esdeath had beco completely addicted to it.
Drex sighed.
Apparently everyone already had their own entertainnt.
The virtual space had originally been designed as a training tool. After all, combat experience was priceless, and the simulation reproduced even death with horrifying realism.
A normal person who survived hundreds of simulated deaths without suffering a ntal collapse could be transford into a terrifying veteran soldier.
More importantly, repeated exposure to death gradually stripped away fear itself.
And during the process, Black Queen could subtly implant loyalty conditioning toward Umbrella Corporation.
By the end of training, ninety-nine percent of the survivors beca absolutely loyal soldiers.
The rest either went insane or died.
The first batch of rcenaries whose lives had been fully bought out were already undergoing this training. Black Queen was continuously recording their data to construct a large-scale predictive combat model.
After finishing the soup, Drex abruptly decided he'd been patient enough.
With his super speed, he practically attacked all three won at once.
From Drex's perspective, he moved between them repeatedly at impossible speed.
From Esdeath, Tifa, and Urd's perspective, it felt like he had sohow overwheld all three simultaneously.
And for Drex, it wasn't even tiring.
If anything, it was effortless.
Actually...
It was amazing.
So amazing, in fact, that a dangerous idea suddenly appeared in his head.
Maybe he should make more figures.
A million words later...
Esdeath, Tifa, and Urd lay collapsed on the bed, too exhausted to move.
anwhile, Drex stretched lazily by himself. Electromagnetic force stripped all dust and impurities from his body instantly, saving him the trouble of showering.
He didn't sleep anymore.
Compared to ordinary people, he effectively gained an extra ten hours every single day.
At first, he'd worried that abandoning sleep entirely might eventually lead to psychological instability. Sleep wasn't just physical recovery. It was important for the human mind too.
But he'd already gone an entire year without sleeping and still felt perfectly energetic.
So it was probably fine.
Then his earlier thought resurfaced.
Figures.
Drex imdiately beca interested again.
How could Umbrella Corporation possibly exist without Albert Wesker?
With the aid of the Phoenix Force, Drex's material manipulation had already reached subatomic precision. The Wesker he created looked almost identical to the ga version.
Golden slicked-back hair.
Black trench coat.
Sunglasses.
The full classic look.
"Boss," Wesker said calmly.
Drex nodded in satisfaction.
Then, while he was at it, he created Ada Wong too.
Not because he was personally interested in her type. She wasn't really his preference.
But having a female operative who could rival Black Widow certainly had practical value.
Among all the artificial humans Drex had created so far, Wesker and Ada Wong were probably among the weakest physically.
At the sa ti, they might also be among the most useful.
Gin was different. Gin existed primarily to deal with traitors.
As for Leon and Chris...
Drex strongly suspected those two possessed so kind of teammate-killing aura, so he decided not to create them for now.
The more Drex looked at his new figures, the more satisfied he beca.
Satisfied enough that he almost wanted to throw Blonsky, Bucky, and the others out of the Burning Legion entirely and replace everyone with figure-based personnel instead.
But after thinking about it carefully, he reconsidered.
If he kept abandoning old subordinates every ti sothing new caught his interest, wouldn't the figures themselves eventually notice?
That seed like a good way to destroy morale.
"Wait. I can just send all of them to Mars to build a Mars base."
Drex suddenly clapped his hands together.
Beside him, Black Queen imdiately activated the Mars Colonization Plan and began generating virtual rocket construction blueprints automatically.
"I was joking," Drex said speechlessly. "I'm not actually doing that. More importantly, we don't even have enough manpower yet."
"The plan can remain archived," Black Queen replied calmly. "If you ever reach your limit, I can imdiately begin rocket construction."
Reach his limit?
Was he really that kind of person?
...Although, when he thought about Esdeath, Tifa, and the possibility of creating even more figures, he suddenly understood the aning of inevitable temptation.
Seriously.
The fun of making figures was dangerously addictive.
"Boss."
Soone opened the laboratory door.
Drex imdiately shut down the Mars rocket project display.
"Ada Wong?"
He looked genuinely surprised.
Honestly, he'd expected Esdeath to return first. She was the strongest, recovered the fastest, and had an intensely competitive personality.
Ada showing up instead was unexpected.
More importantly, Drex clearly rembered not programming anything strange into her personality matrix.
"Boss, sorry for disturbing you this late," Ada said as she crossed her arms and approached him. "But I have intelligence that needs to be reported imdiately."
Drex's expression beca subtle.
At this point, it looked less like a professional report and more like a new employee arriving after midnight to demonstrate her value personally to upper managent.
A chanical click sounded nearby.
A hidden bed folded directly out from the wall.
Drex stared blankly.
What exactly was Black Queen doing?
Did she really think he was that kind of person?
Apparently yes.
Because after noticing the bed, Ada calmly removed her combat suit and sat down on it without hesitation.
"Don't do this," Drex said, frowning. "This isn't the kind of superior-subordinate relationship I want."
ssing around romantically with subordinates was a terrible idea.
He rejected her imdiately.
"Boss, I understand your concerns," Ada replied smoothly as she slid beneath the blankets. "But you can trust . I separate work and personal life very clearly."
Only her exposed thighs remained visible outside the blanket.
Drex found himself looking away repeatedly.
He was conducting extrely important research here.
Could people stop interfering with his train of thought for five minutes?
Just as he prepared to regulate his own hormones to avoid doing sothing reckless, Ada suddenly wrapped her arms around him from behind.
"Ada," Drex said slowly, "you're playing with fire."
"No, Boss," Ada whispered softly. "I'm demonstrating my professional abilities. I think you still don't understand well enough."
"That's ridiculous. I already know every part of your bo..."
Drex suddenly inhaled sharply.
"Of course... I an... naturally..."
"Well," he finally said after a pause, "just this once. I suppose I can spare a little ti to hear your intelligence report."
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