From Resident Evil to becoming a gacha god

The underground treatment room was dimly lit, with only a few candles providing a yellowish light. The flickering candlelight made Xiao Miao's shadow look menacing.

The walls were covered with numerous religious symbols, and the moment Xiao Miao extended his tentacles, the entire treatment room instantly took on a bizarre atmosphere.

At this moment, Xiao Miao looked like a cult member conducting an evil and bloody sacrificial ceremony.

Three tentacles quietly reached into the bathtub and clung to the heads of three innocent people, as if blood would splatter everywhere at any moment.

"Sleep, sleep~~~" Xiao Miao's thoughts were transmitted into the brains of the three people at the same time. The hypnotic skill was activated, and the three people's breathing became more and more stable, and they entered a deep sleep.

The most direct manifestation of Xiao Miao's rapidly improving basic soul strength attributes is that his will is now far superior to that of ordinary people.

Even with a skill level of only lv1, he could easily hypnotize Wesley and the other two.

"The werewolf, the dwarf, the magician—it's all an illusion. The treacherous Sloan used hallucinogens. Luckily, we have plenty of firepower..." Xiao Miao's voice echoed in the three men's minds.

There are many travelers from all realms in this world, so caution is paramount. Xiao Miao did not want to reveal too much information.

It would be best if everyone treated themselves as brutes.

[Ding, skill level detected:]

[Hypnosis lv1→lv3]

After the hypnosis ended, Xiao Miao returned to the third floor, completely crushed the three charred corpses into powder, then kicked open the door of Sloan's safe house, rubbed his hands together, and rushed towards the safe.

No key or password? No problem. He has a way of dealing with these metal lumps.

..................

Three hours later, two vans slowly pulled up in front of the Mainland Hotel.

A waiter immediately stepped forward to stop him: "Sir, parking is prohibited in front of the hotel, please..."

The waiter's words came to an abrupt halt because Xiao Miao and Shizi got out of the car at the same time. The waiter didn't recognize Shizi, but he knew Xiao Miao's appearance by heart.

The other party is a notorious brute and butcher, an executioner who slaughtered hundreds of people in one night!

He's someone you absolutely shouldn't mess with at the Continental Hotel in New York!

"Hello, Smith!" the waiter greeted immediately, his voice trembling slightly from nervousness.

Xiao Miao frowned. What Shi? This guy, did he secretly take the opportunity to curse me?

He took the keys from the man on the cross and handed both car keys to the waiter: "Park the car properly."

"yes!"

As Xiao Miao walked through the gate, the assassins passing by immediately cast their gazes at him, only to avert their eyes just as quickly.

Xiao Miao could smell the fear permeating the air.

Even Charon, the black man who had been standing behind the front desk and was known for his composure, left the front desk and walked quickly to Xiao Miao's side, his last few steps even turning into a jog.

It gives off a feeling of Qi Tongwei going to see Gao Yuliang.

"Mr. Smith, you're back. Are you here to hand over your duties?"

Xiao Miao nodded: "Yes, the commission has been successfully completed. Please register me."

Charon smiled and nodded, then personally led Xiao Miao and the cross back to the front desk to register their information.

Although his actions during registration were no different from usual, Xiao Miao could sense the tension hidden in many details.

"You guys are really well-informed," Xiao Miao joked.

Charon nodded: "The news of the Brotherhood's demise has spread all over the world, and many people say you are the new legend."

Xiao Miao neither confirmed nor denied this: "What did the High Table Association say?"

Xiao Miao had not forgotten the ban previously issued by the High Table.

Charon gestured for him to speak: "The manager would like to discuss this with you privately."

Cross seized the opportunity to interject: "The commission has been verified. If there's nothing else, I'll be going now."

Xiao Miao waved his hand: "Bye-bye, let's get together again sometime."

After Cross left, Charon led Xiao Miao to an underground bar. They went deep into the bar, pushed open two doors, and arrived at a private room.

Manager Winston was still the same as always, dressed in an expensive suit, sipping a glass of whiskey.

Upon seeing Xiao Miao enter, he immediately stood up, raised his glass, and greeted her, saying, "Knowing you don't drink, I specially prepared a Coke for you."

Xiao Miao walked over and sat down opposite Winston, glancing at the iced cola on the table: "Is this how the High Table expresses an apology?"

"Of course not." Winston pushed the Coke in front of Xiao Miao and casually left a set of keys: "A villa on the south side of Fifth Avenue in Manhattan, New York. This is something that money can't buy."

Fifth Avenue, also known as "Dream Street," is one of the true heart streets of New York City, where many political figures reside.

Fifth Avenue is located in the heart of Manhattan and is home to many famous buildings, such as the Empire State Building, the New York Public Library, Rockefeller Center, and Central Park.

As Winston said, this villa is indeed something that money can't buy.

But Xiao Miao remained unmoved. His gaze didn't linger on the keys for more than half a second before he looked up at Winston again: "So this is what the High Table means?"

"This is my personal way of making amends to you," Winston said with a smile. "I'm sorry that the Continental Hotel in New York couldn't provide you with the gold coin service due to the High Table's ban."

"In that case, you can take the key back."

Winston's expression turned serious: "Mr. Smith, I know you are strong, very strong. John Wick is no match for you, and the Brotherhood has crumbled under your attack. But the High Table is different. Going against them is not a wise choice."

Xiao Miao smiled and said, "You're overthinking it, Winston. Why would I go against the High Table?"

He's only completed three out of five commissions. It's not too late to turn against the High Table once he's certain he can complete the world mission.

Winston nodded: "That's for the best. You need to understand that the High Table and the Brotherhood are completely different."

"The Brotherhood has fewer assassins, but they are more powerful. The High Table may lack some assassins in terms of skill, but their numbers are terrifying. You are not a superman after all, and you will have moments of slackness and negligence."

"Once you fall out with the High Table, they can issue a kill order through the mission system, and you'll never have a peaceful day again."

Winston spoke with genuine sincerity; he was indeed considering Xiao Miao's well-being, but also his own.

Because of Xiao Miao's matter, he has already had some disagreements with certain important figures in the High Table Society. If any further conflicts arise, he, as the manager of the hotel registered by Xiao Miao, will be caught in the middle and will find it difficult to make a choice.

Moreover, the Brotherhood has just collapsed, and there are still a lot of assassins, territories, and networks waiting for him to take over. It's best not to cause any trouble at this time.

However, Winston's wishful thinking was destined to fail.

The butler, Charon, suddenly rushed into the private room, his dark complexion betraying his panic: "Manager..."

"Stay calm, Charon. What did I teach you?" Winston's face showed displeasure, feeling that Charon had embarrassed him in front of Xiao Miao: "Maintain elegance under pressure, understand?"

"You're Gotham City's Joker too?" Xiao Miao thought to himself.

"Maintain elegance under pressure" is a classic line from the Joker movie, and Xiao Miao really likes the Joker portrayed in that movie.

Charon took a deep breath, forcing himself to regain his composure: "Understood, Manager."

Winston nodded in satisfaction, took a sip of his drink, and asked slowly, "So, what happened?"

"John, John Wick killed someone in the hotel! Just now, he murdered Santino in front of everyone in the basement bar!"

Clang!

Winston's glass fell unconsciously onto the table with a jarring sound.

Winston snapped out of his daze a second later, quickly concealing his surprise and looking at Xiao Miao with a slightly apologetic expression: "Excuse me, Mr. Smith, I must excuse myself for a moment."

Xiao Miao stood up: "You're going to see John, right? Let's go together. I also have some things I'd like to talk to him about."

The two walked out of the VIP lounge together, and Winston asked curiously, "John has openly violated the rules of the Continental Hotel and will soon be wanted worldwide. What do you want to talk to him about at this time?"

Xiao Miao chuckled, spouting nonsense: "Talking about the Bible and Protestantism, I think John has the talent to be an exorcist. Maybe he'll even have a chance to have a heart-to-heart talk with Satan. What do you think?"

Winston: "???"

Are you talking about John?