Max surveyed the seemingly deserted warehouse, satisfied that he had gleaned all it could offer. Exiting the expansive space, Nikolai, stationed outside, fell in step behind his boss. Max, with his characteristic composure, shared the impending arrival of the cruise ship and accompanying vessels.

"Nikolai, prepare for the arrival of a cruise ship carrying 10,000 Umbrella personnel. Several ships carrying choppers will follow. Ensure smooth logistics for their integration into our forces," Max instructed. Nikolai, a seasoned soldier, didn't question the logistics. He knew Max's methods worked, even if the intricacies remained a mystery. "How many are we talking about, boss?" Nikolai inquired.

"10,000 troops, and likely a few thousand for logistical support," Max replied, acknowledging White Queen's penchant for generous additions with substantial purchases. Nikolai nodded in understanding and promptly excused himself to attend to the preparations.

Meanwhile, Max pondered consulting Sebastian regarding the evolutions of the Primogenitor Virus within him. Aware of its constant, passive evolution, Max contemplated how he could actively enhance himself further. Though a military and business luminary, he acknowledged the absence of scientific expertise in his repertoire.

Sebastian welcomed Max into his lab with the usual warmth, "Boss, good afternoon. How may I help you today?" he inquired. Max, his mind preoccupied with thoughts of personal evolution, conveyed his request, "Run an analysis on my evolution, Doctor. I'd also like your opinion on the foundation of my evolution. The Primogenitor seems to evolve passively, but I've observed that it's hindered by circumstances, such as the pace during combat situations."

Sebastian, the meticulous scientist, nodded and guided Max toward a diagnostic chamber. "Certainly, Mr. Sterling. Step into the chamber, and we'll initiate the analysis," he instructed. As Max entered the chamber, a series of sensors and scanners hummed to life, collecting data on the unique genetic makeup affected by the Primogenitor Virus.

"While we await the results, let me delve into the specifics of your observations. It's intriguing that the Primogenitor's evolution is responsive to external stimuli, especially in combat scenarios. Evolutionary adaptation is a fascinating aspect, and understanding the nuances can indeed unlock avenues for intentional enhancements," Sebastian mused, his scientific curiosity piqued.

As the diagnostic process unfolded, Sebastian continued, "The key might lie in finding ways to channel and direct the evolutionary responses, potentially accelerating the adaptation process. We can explore methods to trigger controlled evolution, allowing you to harness the full potential of the Primogenitor more efficiently."

Sebastian's excitement was palpable as he examined the scan results. The passively evolving Primogenitor had indeed worked wonders on Max's physique, boasting muscles 40 times denser than a regular man and bone density increased by a factor of 20. Sebastian couldn't help but express his fascination, "It appears that the Primogenitor virus has been constantly reinforcing you, boss. I would suggest avoiding swimming in the future."

Max, absorbing the information, looked at Sebastian with a quizzical expression. "Fascinating... muscles 5.42 times denser than steel. How is he not having mobility problems?" Sebastian pondered aloud. Seeking to delve deeper into the intricacies of Max's enhanced physiology, he turned to his boss and asked for permission to conduct additional tests.

"Boss, let me run a few more tests. Is that okay?" Max, recognizing the importance of refining his understanding of the evolving symbiosis between himself and the Primogenitor Virus, nodded in agreement. Sebastian delved into the extensive testing regimen, utilizing the opportunity to gather crucial data that would shape the next steps in Max's evolutionary journey.

Sebastian's eyes sparkled with scientific fervor as he delved into the intricacies of Max's evolved physiology. His explanations were delivered with an awe that bordered on reverence, "Incredible. While I observed your combat prowess, scrutinizing your overall structure and physiology unveils the marvels wrought by the Primogenitor Virus. It has fine-tuned your biology to achieve nanosecond reaction speeds, elucidating your remarkable ability to manipulate Bullet Time. Let's break down the astonishing enhancements."

"Firstly, the Neural Synaptic Acceleration is nothing short of revolutionary. The virus optimizes neural pathways, propelling synaptic transmission to nanosecond speeds. This enables your brain to communicate with muscles at an unprecedented pace, allowing you to process information and react in the blink of an eye."

"Next, the Myofibril Density and Efficiency enhancement is inspired. The virus modifies muscle fibers, increasing their density while enhancing efficiency. Your muscles contract and relax with extraordinary speed and precision, granting you microsecond reaction capabilities that defy conventional understanding."

"As for the Advanced Tendons and Ligaments, the virus draws inspiration from creatures renowned for rapid movements. It refines these connective tissues, creating a unique arrangement of collagen fibers. This design ensures flexibility and resilience, enabling your joints to handle rapid and forceful movements."

"Synovial Fluid Enhancements showcase a thoughtful adaptation. Inspired by organisms with remarkable joint flexibility, the virus alters the composition of synovial fluid. This reduces friction and enhances shock absorption, enabling your joints to withstand rapid movements without sustaining damage."

"Muscle Spindle Sensitivity is another ingenious modification. The virus increases the sensitivity of muscle spindles, contributing to proprioception. This heightened awareness aids in monitoring and adjusting muscle length and tension, refining overall motor control."

"Lastly, Rapid Energy Metabolism ensures sustained performance. The virus enhances your energy metabolism, making cells more efficient at generating and utilizing energy. This adaptation guarantees a continuous and ample energy supply to meet the heightened physical demands."

Sebastian's eyes widened with a mixture of awe and scientific curiosity as he observed Max's display of power. The muttering that followed carried a tone of both admiration and realization, "This... is an Apex Predator in the truest sense. Without a nuclear weapon, you are virtually unstoppable. Even then, if you were to survive such an ordeal, it's likely that nothing in this world could pose a threat to you."

Max acknowledged this assessment, recognizing the magnitude of his evolved capabilities. "However, judging from the data, you require tremendous amounts of energy," Sebastian concluded, grounding the conversation in scientific analysis.

"Indeed, I do, especially when utilizing Bullet Time and engaging in combat. To satiate my substantial energy consumption, I used to absorb the biomass of the infected. However, now the nutrient solutions produced by the company have addressed these concerns. I carry tons of them wherever I go – one vial can last me two days of intense fighting. It's the same solution used to feed the Tyrants," Max explained, revealing the practical solutions he had devised for his unique dietary needs.

Sebastian then inquired about the fate of the Hydraxen Virus within Max's body. "By absorb, you mean eat?" he questioned. Max clarified, "No, I directly absorb the biomass. Allow me to demonstrate." Approaching an encaged Volatile, Max effortlessly seized its head and crushed it. The creature's corpse began to diminish in size until nothing remained.

"Fascinating," Sebastian remarked, witnessing the process. However, he raised a crucial point, "But what about the Hydraxen Virus inhabiting the body?" Max elucidated the superiority of the Primogenitor Virus, stating, "The Primogenitor directly absorbs the Hydraxen within a few minutes, solving the problem of turning into an infected. The Primogenitor within me reigns supreme."

Sebastian's proposition opened up new possibilities in Max's mind, challenging the boundaries of what he thought was achievable. "Now that I have a general sense and idea of your physiology, boss, you can actively evolve through energy manipulation. It's akin to those movies where characters control elements or manipulate energy on a profound level," Sebastian explained.

Initially skeptical, Max retorted, "Bullshit." However, Sebastian elaborated on the potential, stating, "Believe me, boss. Theoretically, if you can control and manipulate energy at the atomic level, you are a step closer to being a god. Isn't that what the Primogenitor Virus is evolving towards? If you follow the path of energy manipulation, you can virtually do anything, as energy is a significant part of reality."

Despite his initial skepticism, Max acknowledged the potential inherent in this concept. "I'll try, but it will probably take a while," he conceded. The idea of evolving towards energy manipulation fascinated him, even if it seemed like a daunting task. In the back of his mind, he couldn't help but draw comparisons to the cinematic universe of Resident Evil, where characters like Alice possessed extraordinary powers.

Meanwhile, in the World Trade Center, Los Angeles, Nikolai observed a massive cruise ship docking. Emblazoned with the name "Elysium Horizon" and the Umbrella Corporation icon, it symbolized a new era for the city. The World Trade Center had been repurposed for Umbrella personnel use, transforming it into a bustling hub of soldiers and logistics. Even amid a worldwide pandemic, certain island nations, such as Japan, Taiwan, the Philippines, Malaysia, and Indonesia, managed to survive, thanks to their isolation and military preparedness. Although affected by the pandemic, these nations held strong, securing a significant portion of their cities with the remnants of their military forces.

Umbrella Corporation strategically secured a monopoly over the West Coast and the South East Asian (SEA) countries, leveraging the functionality of Los Angeles as the only operational city on the West Coast. With SEA nations engaging in trade with Umbrella Corporation, a steady supply of food was ensured, highlighting the power of currency even in a chaotic world. Despite the East Coast grappling with a massive influx of infected, the recall of foreign forces and reinforced defensive measures allowed the United States to hold its ground.

In response to the crisis, the East Coast underwent substantial modifications, with farms erected and landscapes reshaped. The sheer determination of America resulted in significant progress. Umbrella Corporation capitalized on this increased production, trading food resources with SEA countries, establishing a robust and self-sufficient trade network. In the West Coast, Umbrella Corporation emerged as the dominant force, holding a position of authority and economic strength.

As the Elysium Horizon docked, massive ramps connected to the port, and within minutes, companies of Umbrella Soldiers marched out in disciplined formations. The sight alone was enough to deter troublemakers, showcasing the Corporation's formidable presence. In a matter of hours, the already robust security of Los Angeles received a significant boost, further solidifying Umbrella Corporation's dominance. The city, the seat of Umbrella Corporation's power, was encased in a nearly impenetrable security apparatus. Constant surveillance from White and Red Queens, combined with hidden patrols of various B.O.Ws, rendered infiltration close to impossible. Since Max's encounter with Olivia, security measures had been continually reinforced and enhanced.

The 26th floor of the Los Angeles Umbrella City Hall served as Max's sanctuary, a vantage point overlooking the bustling activity within the headquarters. Security personnel and Umbrella personnel moved purposefully, turning the once iconic building into the nerve center of Umbrella Corporation's operations. All 25 floors below were fully utilized, symbolizing the corporation's dominance.

Max, seated in his office with a cup of coffee, observed the construction of massive walls on the horizon. These walls were erected as a formidable defense against the constant threat of infected infiltration. The distant sounds of battle near the walls indicated the ongoing struggle against relentless infected forces. This duty primarily fell upon the Local Umbrella Patrol, squads comprised of 14 individuals accompanied by a T-103 Tyrant, a powerful force armed with heavy weaponry like miniguns or rocket launchers. The Umbrella Patrol, resembling standard U.S. soldiers, played a crucial role in defending the city against the infected menace.

On the 26th floor, Max enjoyed a moment of respite, surrounded by the meticulous security provided by the Umbrella Secret Service. Nikolai, serving as the head, and Leon, the deputy, led this elite force. Max had purposely left a vacancy for another deputy, keeping the option open for potential additions to his loyal personal guard. The Umbrella Secret Service comprised the best of the best, enhanced by the T-Virus to ensure unwavering loyalty.

Max's choice of naming his Personal Guards as the "Umbrella Secret Service" served as a deliberate nod to the prestigious U.S Secret Service. It also reflected his ambitious vision, aspiring for the USS to become the epitome of elite security forces worldwide. The name encapsulated not only the essence of their role as guardians but also hinted at Max's grand plans for the influence and reach of Umbrella Corporation in the post-apocalyptic world. The Umbrella Secret Service, with Nikolai at its helm, symbolized unparalleled loyalty, unmatched skills, and a commitment to safeguarding Max and the interests of Umbrella Corporation at all costs.

The following day brought more strategic developments as construction teams worked diligently outside the city walls. Implementing a tactic reminiscent of medieval times, ditches were being dug, creating a formidable barrier against the undead horde. This seemingly ancient defense was enhanced with strategically placed spikes, turning a simple concept into a lethal obstacle for any approaching threat.

On top of the walls, machine gun nests were already in place or undergoing construction, adding another layer of defense. Max, standing atop a section of the still-under-construction wall, greeted those working under his supervision with a nod and a "Good morning." As he surveyed the ongoing efforts, three new Apaches soared overhead, a testament to the recent acquisitions now undergoing their test flights.

In the distance, a minor horde of infected, drawn by the construction noise, was efficiently dealt with by the patrols assigned to monitor the city's perimeter.

In a moment of reflective humor, Max couldn't help but draw a comparison, noting to himself, "I built a better wall than Trump, hehe."

On the third day, the vast expanse of the Mojave Desert became a battleground meticulously prepared to thwart the impending invasion of the infected horde led by Patient Zero. Traps and mines were strategically scattered across the desert landscape, forming a deadly obstacle course designed to decrease the number of infected advancing with Patient Zero.

Simultaneously, the first and second interception sites were fortified with additional traps, further diminishing the horde's numbers as they approached. The intricate network of mines and traps served as a formidable line of defense against the relentless march of the infected.

In a strategic move, the flow of refugees was redirected through the city of Sacramento instead of Las Vegas. This decision was communicated through various channels, and additional patrols were dispatched to deter any remaining refugees from utilizing the prohibited paths temporarily. For those unfortunate enough to still venture through Las Vegas and the Mojave, the explosive eruptions of mines awaited them, a grim reminder of the harsh reality of the post-apocalyptic world. Umbrella Corporation, in anticipation of the imminent threat, had taken decisive measures to safeguard its territories against the approaching tide of infected.

On the fourth day, Max received a troubling report from White Queen concerning Patient Zero's infected legions. Seated on the 26th floor of the City Hall, Max listened as White Queen relayed the alarming information. "Mr. Sterling, intelligence reports indicate that Patient Zero's infected legion has reached 500,000 and is still increasing. If this trend persists, we could be facing a million infected by the time he reaches Los Angeles."

Max nodded solemnly upon receiving this update. "The plan will proceed as scheduled. Our interceptions should be able to thin their numbers, and our defenses will hold. We must remain vigilant and stay committed to the strategy in place.

In the city of Denver, a macabre scene unfolded as Patient Zero led his formidable legion of infected, which now numbered 500,000, into the heart of the urban landscape. The air was filled with the howl of the Tyrant Volatile, echoing a proclamation of dominion over the newly claimed territory.

Yet, amidst the chaos, a defiant response emerged. Another howl, equally powerful, resonated in opposition to Patient Zero's rule. A rival Tyrant Volatile revealed itself atop a building, challenging Patient Zero's authority. Patient Zero, with an eerie and beastly snarl, acknowledged the challenger and swiftly traversed the rooftops to confront the opposing force.

The clash between the two colossal entities was inevitable. Patient Zero, with a size advantage and a crimson exoskeleton, faced off against his adversary. The opposing Tyrant Volatile, though undeterred, launched an attack. Patient Zero, seemingly unfazed, engaged in a brutal and ferocious battle.

In a matter of moments, Patient Zero emerged victorious, tearing apart his rival with primal savagery. As the defeated Tyrant Volatile lay vanquished, Patient Zero, now enhanced and transformed by the grisly feast, displayed signs of further evolution. The grotesque metamorphosis continued, marking another ominous step in the unfolding Hydraxen Pandemic.