Resident Evil: Emperor Omō, Ten Years to Forge a Sword

Li Kaixuan is in despair.

He is just a longtime CrossFire veteran waiting out the ten-year limit in a rented room, preparing to go back out and massacre a transport ship, when everything goes black.

He transmigrates into Resident Evil 3.

And the situation is terrible—he is currently pinning Jill to the ground.

“K, what are you doing here?”

Li Kaixuan looks at the Glock in his hand, then at the three-meter-tall Nemesis on the other side, able to tank a rocket launcher, and can only complain furiously in his heart: “How am I supposed to know why a CrossFire player like me ended up in Raccoon City as a cop?”

Fortunately, the “cheats” from his previous life came with him.

Aimbot, headshot lock, melee at the peak.

But the problem is, this lousy pistol can’t even make Nemesis flinch!

Jill thinks he is a calm and decisive R.P.D. elite. Carlos thinks he is a taciturn tactical expert.

This is the story of a bad-luck player with beginner gear struggling through a nightmare-level dungeon.

Brad? Save him!

Kendo? Save him! And little Emma too, save them all!

Sergeant Marvin can’t be left out either—save them all!

Li Kaixuan: as long as I want to save them, there’s no one I can’t save.

The first rule of surviving Raccoon City: as long as I run faster than Jill, Nemesis won’t be chasing me.