The zombies have been utterly toyed with.

All in all, to uninvited intruders like Wang Qiu and his companions, the supercomputer "Red Queen"—which controls the Hive research facility—reacted with the hysterical flair of a prideful heiress whose boudoir had been invaded by rats and cockroaches.

To eliminate Wang Qiu and his team, the Red Queen first flooded the control room with toxic gas, hoping to asphyxiate them. Yet Doraemon merely retrieved a "Universal Adaptation Lamp" from his pocket and gave each person a brief exposure—just enough for them to breathe with ease, as if inhaling fresh alpine air amid the poison clouds. In Doraemon's 22nd-century world, a brief shine from this lamp enables humans to stroll naked through outer space or picnic at the bottom of the Mariana Trench in nothing but beach shorts—impervious to radiation, pressure, or vacuum. Poison gas, naturally, poses no threat.

When the gas failed, the Red Queen attempted another ploy—she unlocked the control room door and unleashed a horde of zombies, intending to kill by proxy. This plan only partially succeeded, for just as the undead were released, the ever-calm Yuki Nagato had already hacked into the Red Queen through an "information breach," gaining control over her systems.

Yet, in a final act of desperate defiance, the Red Queen succeeded in opening the door and sabotaging the laser defense grid.

Thus, a ferocious zombie onslaught erupted within the control room, taking the form of a brutal "dungeon siege."

However, the grotesque, snarling, groaning undead stirred little fear in any of the time-travelers—save perhaps Wang Qiu himself. Even he, once armed with the offensive gadgets generously supplied by Doraemon, soon found his courage restored.

"...Air Cannon! Fire!"

"...Air Gun! Bang!"

"...Shrink Ray! Activate!"

With Doraemon's tools, the group erected an impenetrable web of firepower at the control room's entrance. Wang Qiu's Desert Eagle hadn't even been fired yet; the Air Cannon and Air Gun alone were sufficient to hold the undead at bay.

Of particular note was Haruhi Suzumiya—a high school girl who, by all logic, had never held a weapon in her life. Yet she wielded the Air Gun with preternatural precision, scoring headshots with unerring accuracy, outperforming even the seasoned Wang Qiu. It was as if divine will had imbued the weapon with a "never miss" enchantment.

Meanwhile, Doraemon used the Shrink Ray to miniaturize zombies to the size of ants and calmly sealed them into glass jars with tweezers, seemingly to gift them to Nobita as macabre specimens… Hey! What do you all think you're doing? Zombie hunting or bug catching?

As for the ever-unfazed Shin-chan Nohara, he took the chaos as an invitation for unrestrained play:

"Ah-ha! Scary-looking uncles and aunties, let's all do the Buttwiggle Dance! Wiggle wiggle~~~ wiggle wiggle~~~"

Thus, under the absurd leadership of the bare-bottomed boy, hordes of zombies, zombie dogs, and even the monstrous Lickers all joined in the undignified dance—twisting from east to west, west to east, left to right, right to left… A few zombies even pulled their backs mid-wiggle and could only squirm helplessly on the floor.

Wang Qiu, aghast, solemnly declared that the surreal hilarity of the scene nearly blinded his metaphorical pay-to-win eyes.

"This is... a highly specialized form of psychic warfare. It forcibly reduces the target's intelligence, stamina, and agility to that of a five-year-old child, strips away aggression, and implants the Buttwiggle Dance as their highest cognitive priority…"

Seizing a lull in the battle as every undead creature was bewitched into dancing, Yuki Nagato explained the phenomenon to Wang Qiu. "...I must admit, it is an alarmingly effective tactic. Even I would estimate a 50% chance of succumbing."

Indeed, within the world of anime, it is often the comedic archetypes who possess the greatest destructive potential—surpassing both fantasy and reality. Those absurd protagonists capable of punching planets apart or casually annihilating galaxies are truly in a league of their own.

But the problem was—Shin-chan's stamina had limits, and Doraemon's weapons were not powered by infinity. After half an hour of intense fighting, Shin-chan could no longer muster the energy to perform his signature dance and collapsed breathlessly against the wall. Meanwhile, Doraemon's two Shrink Rays began flashing red: energy nearly depleted.

"...Crap, we're almost out of juice… Ugh, I haven't been to the Time-Space Supermarket in a while, and I haven't restocked the Air Cannons, Guns, or Shrink Rays… If only Gian were here—just one of his solo performances could flatten cosmic monsters. These zombies would be nothing in comparison... Wait! I just happen to have a recording of Gian's solo concert!"

While rummaging frantically through his dimensional pocket, Doraemon muttered to himself—until, with a sudden gleam in his eye, he pulled out a small disc. "Yuki Nagato, copy this track and broadcast it throughout the Hive!"

Yuki took the disc calmly, nodded, and resumed her "data manipulation."

In the next moment, a cataclysmic aria erupted across the Hive.

It was the voice of Gian—also known as Takeshi Gouda. A voice so terrible it had once driven away mermaids and toppled cosmic beasts. As an adult running a general store, Gian needed only raise his microphone in song to terrify even the most finicky customers into buying overpriced, shoddy goods. Delinquents never dared set foot near his store.

This, truly, was the sound of cursed melody incarnate—an auditory apocalypse to which no monster could remain immune.

Unless, of course, they were deaf... Unfortunately for the zombies, their hearing was often sharper than that of the living.

And so, almost the instant Gian's voice reverberated through the Hive, zombies, zombie dogs, and Lickers began to collapse as though electrocuted—twitching violently, shuddering in agony, and soon falling into lifeless stillness. Not a single one remained standing.

Soon after, Wang Qiu's own vision began to blur, his mind turned to fog, and his ears thundered with what felt like an unholy blend of electric guitar, bass, and drums. At last, unable to endure the auditory onslaught, he blacked out completely.

And so, Gian's song continued to echo through the Hive for a long, long time—until the movie Resident Evil 1 came to its end. Just like the most efficient exterminator, it swept the Hive clean of every last undead menace.

When Wang Qiu next awoke, he found himself once more within the space of the Main God.