MTLNOVEL Chapter 34: Chapter 034 - Dr. Isaacs Dead
When Reuel, Claire, and Alice arrived at the scene, they immediately saw Abigail and the others being chased and slaughtered by Umbrella's security forces. Without hesitation, the three opened fire.
RATATATAT!
BRATTAK!
BANG!
In mere seconds, Reuel, Alice, and Claire gunned down over a dozen security personnel. Abigail and two others—the last survivors from the previous group—ran toward them, their faces filled with fear and desperation.
The Umbrella guards noticed their presence and returned fire with assault rifles. Reuel dove behind a pillar, twisted his body sideways, and without hesitation accessed the system space.
From it, he pulled out an emerald-green Autocannon Warhammer—a heavy machine gun so absurdly large it had no place in a normal firefight.
He set the ammo box on the floor. Reuel pulled the trigger.
"THOOM–THOOM–THOOM!"
The deafening booms echoed through the lab, shaking the floor. Alice and Claire, who had still been shooting, instinctively dove behind a stone platform the moment the Autocannon's roar filled the room.
They peeked out from behind cover to witness Reuel standing like a walking fortress—wielding that monster of a weapon, firing relentlessly. Heavy-caliber rounds shredded through enemies one by one.
Abigail and the other two froze in place.
They were playing on a whole different level.
They had pistols and assault rifles.
But Reuel?
Reuel brought a goddamn mini crusade straight out of Warhammer 40K.
Forget tactics—this was total annihilation.
With brutal speed and precision, Reuel mowed down the ranks of Umbrella's guards. Some tried to take cover, but the Autocannon tore through anything they hid behind. The moment someone peeked out, their body exploded into chunks of meat.
Alice and Claire stopped shooting. They just watched.
Meanwhile, Reuel… was chuckling softly in the middle of the chaos.
For Reuel, this was fun.
This Warhammer 40K-grade weapon was far more entertaining than the modern Gatling gun he'd used to wipe out zombies atop the Chimera armored vehicle. As long as he had ammo and access to the system space, there was no reason to stop.
When the barrel began to overheat, Reuel paused, stashed the first Autocannon back into the system space, then pulled out another—fresh and fully loaded. He reloaded calmly… and resumed the barrage.
"THOOM–THOOM–THOOM!"
The Umbrella guards, thinking he'd run out of ammo, started to emerge from cover. But before they could fire more than a couple of rounds, the Autocannon thundered again.
"THOOM–THOOM–THOOM!"
Screams of agony filled the air.
"Aagh—! Aagh—!"
Their bodies were torn apart, reduced to heaps of mangled flesh.
The laboratory had now transformed into a fully armed hellscape.
Alice and Claire slumped against a cold concrete wall, their breathing ragged. Even with their incredible stamina, that brutal firefight had drained them.
Reuel was still standing tall, though his arm muscles were clearly tense.
The last ammo box was empty. Around them, debris and corpses were strewn across the floor. The forward structure that had served as Umbrella's defensive stronghold was now reduced to a ruined, bullet-riddled shell.
Reuel smiled in satisfaction.
That Autocannon… had truly earned its title as the most brutal weapon in the Warhammer 40K universe.
The remaining security personnel—no more than two or three—staggered, their bodies riddled with wounds. Before they could catch their breath or prepare a counterattack, they were swiftly taken down by rapid shots from Alice and Claire.
BRATTAK!
TUK! TUK!
Silence returned to the room.
"Tired?" Alice asked, wiping sweat from her forehead.
"I'm not tired. But… my arms are a little sore," Reuel replied, rolling his shoulder with a faint metallic creak from his armor plates.
Claire smirked. "No wonder. You were asking for it."
Seeing the moment briefly calm, Reuel turned to Abigail and the two other survivors still frozen, clearly shocked by the spectacle they'd just witnessed.
"While it's quiet, grab some weapons. Take your pick."
Reuel accessed the system space and began pulling out several modern firearms—assault rifles, automatic pistols, even combat grenades.
Abigail stared in disbelief. "Where did you get… all this?"
"From home," Reuel said casually.
While Abigail and the others busied themselves choosing weapons, Reuel swapped out the Autocannon for a more practical heavy machine gun—still boasting high firepower, a large ammo reserve, and serious penetration.
He patted the side of his new weapon.
"This'll do for the next round," he muttered.
"Ahhh! Help!"
A panicked scream shattered the quiet. Reuel snapped his head around. At the end of the hallway, a Licker—a grotesque humanoid mutation—was tearing into an unlucky survivor.
Without hesitation, Abigail and Doc surged forward, rifles blazing.
BRATTAK!
TUK! TUK!
With precise shots, they dropped the Licker in seconds. The mutant's flesh tore open, its body staggered, then collapsed, unmoving.
Reuel gave an approving nod, but his eyes lingered on Alice and Claire—standing with weapons raised, their bodies slick with sweat but composed—elegant in the chaos.
Beautiful. Fierce. Lethal.
"Alice, Claire… you're stunning," Reuel said suddenly, then pulled both of them into a hug and kissed their cheeks without warning.
Claire rolled her eyes. Alice gave him a light shove.
"Focus. Let's keep moving."
They continued forward, making their way down a corridor strewn with remnants of the previous battle. More monsters stood in their path—mutants born of Umbrella's grotesque experiments.
But this time, Reuel didn't bother lifting his weapon. He moved straight in.
Iron fists flew. Bones shattered. Flesh splattered against the walls.
The monsters were annihilated in moments. The others could only stare. Their eyes widened.
Brutal. Merciless. Unmatched.
At last, under Alice's lead, they arrived at the main computer room—where the Red Queen had once operated.
Alice recognized it instantly. Old memories surfaced. Reuel stood beside her, both silent, lost in their own reflections.
A hidden lift was found, and they all boarded it.
The elevator descended slowly. Beyond the glass walls, massive white pods came into view, lined up like sleeping capsules. Umbrella's technology was truly astonishing—advanced AI, mass cloning, memory implants… this underground world looked like a future that never came to pass.
Reuel smiled faintly.
Soon, all of this would be mine.
Especially now that he had Archmagos Belisarius Cawl at his side—summoned directly by the system. With Cawl and his tech, the construction of the Imperium of Man would proceed unhindered.
The lift stopped. The doors opened slowly.
They stepped out with weapons ready, advancing with caution. Ahead, a black pool stretched before them. But moments later, a mechanical bridge emerged from the water—a metallic corridor that slowly connected to the opposite side.
As they crossed the corridor, a grand cubic structure came into view—the Umbrella Corporation's central command.
Inside, someone was waiting.
Dr. Isaacs.
The figure stood perfectly calm, seemingly unbothered by their arrival. Not afraid. Not shaken. Just… waiting.
Suddenly, a familiar voice echoed in Reuel's ears:
"Ding. Host has arrived at the registration point. Please sign in next to the corpse of Dr. Isaacs."
The system.
That absurd system voice was finally back—and still just as ridiculous.
Seriously? Now of all times? Reuel thought, irritated.
And it's telling me to check in next to a corpse.
He sighed briefly.
"Well then, let's finish this."
Dr. Isaacs sipped his wine calmly, his eyes locked sharply onto Reuel and Alice.
"Reuel, Alice… this is our first time meeting in person. And I've just realized—you're the ones who've been attacking our hives, stealing Red Queen."
He gave a slight smile, then continued coldly:
"All of Umbrella's external bases have been destroyed. That was your doing too, wasn't it?"
"You're also the ones who saved the humans in Europe and Asia? Though I still don't know… where your forces came from."
"Yes. Everything you said is true," Reuel replied flatly, as if it were no big deal.
Isaacs chuckled quietly.
"Ha… so that's how it is. You've ruined all of my plans out there. Now the question is—what should I do with you?"
Alice narrowed her eyes. "Wait. I want to know something… are you really Dr. Isaacs? Not a clone?"
Isaacs stared at her with a knowing expression.
"Of course I'm not a clone. Lightning Queen, wake up Alicia."
"Yes, Doctor," the AI responded in a flat tone.
A pod slowly rose from the floor, its door hissing open. Inside lay an elderly woman, frail and unconscious.
Alice immediately ran to her side. Claire followed close behind, though her eyes shifted toward Reuel—who now slowly advanced toward Isaacs.
Isaacs turned his attention from Alice, his gaze sharpening as he studied Reuel's face.
"Reuel… who are you, really? I found nothing about you. Not even in our deepest archives."
Reuel replied without emotion. "I am who I am. If you've found nothing, then you simply haven't looked hard enough."
Isaacs gave a short, dismissive click of his tongue.
"Fine then. Doesn't matter. You're going to die here anyway."
Reuel remained calm. "Before that, I just want to know one thing. You've wiped out nearly all of humanity… so how exactly do you plan to rule the world using nothing but zombies?"
Isaacs laughed, genuinely amused.
"Humans? We've secured complete DNA archives. We can clone anyone we need. Once humanity is extinct, this world will belong to me."
Reuel remained unfazed. "And what about the zombies? There are billions of them. Planning to kill them one by one?"
Isaacs chuckled again, arrogantly.
"Zombies are just toys. Killing them? Child's play. You don't need to ask so many questions. I know what it is you're really after."
Without a word, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small glass vial. Inside, a shimmering green liquid swirled into a spiral.
"This is the zombie virus antidote. The only one in the world. If released into the air, it will spread and kill every infected zombie. In a short time, the earth will be clean."
He stared sharply at Reuel.
"So tell me, do you really think I still give a damn about the zombies?"
Reuel gazed at the vial for a long moment. He recognized the shape and color—exactly like the one he'd seen in Resident Evil back in his former life.
"So that's the answer," Reuel muttered.
Isaacs smirked. "Got all the intel you need?"
He stretched his body, then launched toward Reuel at breakneck speed.
"In that case, now you can die."
Reuel's instincts kicked in instantly.
Without thinking, he dropped his weapon and threw a punch straight at Isaacs mid-charge.
"BOOM!"
Their bodies collided with a violent shockwave, knocking them both back several steps.
Reuel's pupils glowed faintly—like miniature suns—still dim, but clearly signaling that something terrifying had begun to awaken.
The power of the Emperor of Mankind. Though only at 6%, his psychic pressure was beginning to leak into the air.
Reuel touched his aching shoulder. Isaacs clutched his left rib, his breath slightly ragged.
"Sharp reflexes," Isaacs said, his tone flat but edged with a veiled compliment.
"You're not bad yourself," Reuel replied curtly.
Isaacs lunged again. He leapt high and aimed a kick at Reuel's head.
Reuel twisted, dodging the strike. He countered with a fast punch, but Isaacs was too agile—he twisted mid-air and slipped away from the blow.
Shit, that biochip… fast, precise, and reading my moves.
Good thing I've got Emperor-style combat experience.
The fight escalated. Fists and kicks flew in a rapid exchange. Neither gained the upper hand. Every move was a deadly, practiced dance.
Meanwhile, on the other side—Doc stood with his pistol aimed at Abigail's head.
His finger almost pulled the trigger.
Bang!
His head exploded instantly. Claire, from a distance, had already been aiming the moment Reuel gave the signal.
Without hesitation, Claire fired at Isaacs.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang!...
The bullets hit Isaacs, forcing him to defend himself. In that opening, Reuel landed a brutal punch straight into him.
Isaacs staggered back. His expression hardened—humiliated and furious.
As he turned to go for Claire first, Alice appeared from the side.
A spinning kick—right to Isaacs' face.
He was thrown toward Reuel.
Reuel caught him mid-air—his hand gripping Isaacs' throat.
CRACK!
Isaacs' neck snapped.
CRACK!
Reuel twisted it again. He knew: Isaacs always came back. Not even a grenade could kill him in the movies.
"Alice!" he called. "Grab the antidote. I'm not sure he's dead for good. I'll burn him."
Alice moved quickly, searched Isaacs' coat, and pulled out the green vial.
Meanwhile, Reuel opened the system warehouse and retrieved a flamethrower.
Claire stepped forward.
As Reuel turned around with the weapon—
WHOOSH!
Claire pulled the trigger.
Flames engulfed Isaacs' body, consuming him in a raging inferno.