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Chapter 102 - Ch 97 t-virus integration [edited]

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Jack stared intently at the small jar in his hand. It was only half the usual size, a delicate container filled with a swirling, pink fluid — Alice's blood. The dim lab lights reflected off its surface, making it almost glow. He held it carefully, almost reverently, as if aware of the immense potential contained within.

During their fight, he had extracted the blood from Alice's body without her knowledge. Now, it would play a crucial role in his next experiment.

"Alice's blood," Jack whispered to himself, eyes narrowing. "In the Resident Evil universe, it's the only blood where T-Virus can fully integrate with human cells, evolving them into T-Cell capable hosts."

Others had fused with the T-Virus before, but never successfully or stably. Even Wesker, with his unnatural enhancements, had failed to reach this level of control.

Jack's lips curved into a small, calculating smile. He carefully opened the jar and retrieved the glass tube containing the blue T-Virus. Slowly, he dripped Alice's blood into it. The moment the pink liquid touched the blue virus, the solution reacted violently. Waves rippled through the fluid, causing it to slosh and pulse as though alive.

"Yes… this is it," Jack muttered, letting the remaining blood fall into the tube. With each drop, the T-Virus began boiling and churning violently. The blue liquid seethed like water over an open flame, as if aware it was being manipulated.

He immediately corked the tube with a solid oak stopper, then carried it to the centrifuge. Placing it carefully on the platform, he activated the machine. The centrifuge roared to life, spinning the tube at extreme velocity. The vibrations traveled up his arms as the liquid inside reacted with feral energy.

After thirty seconds, Jack shut it off and lifted the tube. The liquid's color had shifted — no longer transparent blue, now radiating a faint cyan glow. He flexed his left hand, projecting a thin blue light that solidified into a protective shield. With practiced precision, it decomposed and reformed into a silver syringe.

"Only this way can you enter my body," he whispered. Jack pierced the needle into the glass tube and drew the fluid inside. The potent mixture seemed to hum in response to his movements. He inhaled sharply and injected it slowly into his own arm, letting the virus flow through his meridians.

"The time for miracles has arrived," he said under his breath. The fluid coursed through him, and immediately he felt the raw, chaotic energy of the T-Virus attacking his cells. At the same time, his own cells, enhanced with the Transformer Cell, resisted and counterattacked.

"Ah…" A shudder ran through him as his body convulsed involuntarily. Pain coursed from his core to his limbs, his muscles spasming violently as his cells multiplied and fused. The T-Virus was relentless, seeking to destroy every resistance. Yet Jack's enhanced cells held firm, engaging in a microscopic war inside his body.

A purple light erupted from the nearby scanning instrument, bathing the room as it recorded every moment of his internal conflict. The massive screen displayed his body's biochemical battlefield: two distinct colors — light red and deep blue.

The red represented the T-Virus power — aggressive, uncontrollable, wild. The blue represented Jack's hybrid cells, precise and resilient, enhanced by the Transformer Cell. The two forces collided inside him, creating endless explosions of cellular energy.

Jack staggered under the intensity, his face twisted in agony and concentration. His body was a battlefield, each cell a soldier, each organ a fortress under siege. Pain and power intertwined, and yet he did not falter. From time to time, his eyes glinted with raw, tyrannical focus, then returned to calculated, sober analysis of his own condition.

On the screen, the red and blue regions that had once been clearly separated began to fragment. The colors interwove in chaotic patterns, colliding and dispersing in a dazzling display of energy and force. Jack's own perception sharpened — he could feel every clash, every microscopic explosion within himself.

"Ah…" he groaned, throwing his arms wide. With a violent motion, he ripped his coat apart, exposing a chiseled upper body writhing under the strain of the internal conflict. His muscles pulsated unnaturally. Some fibers turned wrinkled gray under the viral assault, while others remained pristine, stabilized by the Transformer Cell infusion.

Jack seized a steel pole nearby, pinching it in two sections effortlessly. His strength, amplified by both the virus and his hybrid cells, was immense.

"Day…"

His voice echoed through the lab, raw and powerful. He fell forward, collapsing onto the cold floor, his body still twitching under the continuous biochemical war. To any observer, he appeared lifeless. Yet inside, the red and blue forces collided endlessly, each dot of color representing a clash between T-Virus and Transformer-enhanced cells.

The screen depicted the chaos in intricate detail. The large swaths of red and blue had broken into countless small circles, then into even smaller dots, until each was the size of a grain of rice. The red and blue specks hovered, spinning, colliding, and rebounding in endless micro-explosions.

Jack's breathing was ragged but steady. Every strike and counterstrike, every pulse of energy and destruction, was felt and processed by his enhanced body. The T-Virus fought with unrestrained fury, but Jack's hybrid cells adapted and evolved, absorbing the assaults and countering with precision.

"Ah…" Another shudder coursed through him. The dots continued to collide on the screen, creating bursts of energy and heat. Patterns began to emerge within the chaos. The virus could not claim total dominance — Jack's cells were holding, not just surviving, but actively pushing back.

The internal battle continued for what felt like hours, though outside the lab, only the hum of instruments and occasional drip of fluid broke the silence. Jack remained prone, yet within him, the war raged on, a storm of biology, energy, and evolution.

Finally, he lifted his head. His eyes, reflecting the red and blue chaos within, gleamed with a mixture of triumph and cold calculation. Pain and chaos had tested him, but he had endured. He had not only survived; he had begun to master the forces inside him. The T-Virus had met its equal, and Jack's hybrid cells had asserted dominance — not through brute force alone, but through perfect integration of human, Transformer, and viral power.

The lab was silent. The small red and blue dots continued their microscopic battles, hovering endlessly, colliding and rebounding in infinite cycles.

Jack rose slowly to his feet, muscles taut, veins pulsing with raw energy. He glanced at the broken centrifuge, the scattered glass jars, and the glowing tubes. His body, tested and refined by pain, was ready. Whatever came next, whatever horrors awaited the world, Jack was prepared. He was no longer just human. He was something beyond — a fusion of human resilience, Transformer Cell power, and the T-Virus itself.

Somewhere deep within his veins, Alice's essence lingered, fueling his transformation, driving him to perfect this experiment, and ensuring that he would become stronger, faster, and unstoppable.

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