The Legend of Hero Chris

At night at BSAA Headquarters, a party celebrating the success of the operation was being held on the rooftop garden.

On the illuminated terrace, soldiers and staff members chatted with drinks in hand, their relaxed, gentle laughter mixing with the night breeze.

Standing alone in the center of it all was a man, seemingly floating.

Chris Redfield.

The "hero" who played a central role in the operation and saved countless lives was today's guest of honor.

A group of women had already gathered around him, already in a frenzy.

Rebecca Chambers, blushing in a light green Laura Ashley dress, wrapped her arm around Chris's shoulders from behind, as if being carried by him, smiling tightly against him.

"Hehe... Chris's back is as solid as ever... so calming..."

To his right, Jill Valentine, clad in a blue DKNY suit, stood with her left arm tightly crossed. She looked like a wife who prides herself on her support.

"Did you drink enough water? Come on, lean over here."

He spoke calmly, but his gaze was fixed on the women around him.

Furthermore, from behind him, Claire Redfield, wearing a red Armani dress, hugged his brother with a beaming smile and rubbed her cheek against his.

"Brother, you've done well... I can be spoiled today, right? Right?"

Just then, a woman wearing a white Christian Dior dress approached, looking nervous.

It was Sherry Birkin, who had fought alongside Chris on the previous mission.

Her face was bright red, and she timidly opened her mouth with her hands clasped tightly. Was her face bright red because of embarrassment or the alcohol?

"S-sorry...! Can I take a photo with you all?"

Chris smiled and replied, "Of course," to which Sherry bowed her head and softly shook Chris's right hand.

Leon S. Kennedy, dressed in a brown Valentino suit, froze a few feet away, glass in hand, at the sight of her innocent touch.

"Hey Sherry! What's going on?"

The young BSAA members watching the scene groaned in unison.

"Commander, how much do they like you?"

"Harems really do exist, don't they?"

"A saint surrounded by goddesses...no, Commander..."

"No wonder those arms and pecs make you want to lean on them..."

At that moment, the door opened, and a lively voice rang in.

"Sorry, I'm late! I heard there was a photo shoot.♪"

Sheva Alomar and Jessica Sherawat, dressed in a Versace dress and a Chanel suit, arrived.

Jessica lightly put her arms around Chris' neck and whispered in his ear.

"Hey, it's been a while, so I'm fine sitting next to you, right?"

Sheba smiled and waved from across from him.

"It's been so long since we've had a commemorative photo! It brings back memories, Chris!"

At that moment, Claire turned sharply to Jessica and hugged Chris again.

"No! I'm going to protect you!"

"Hey, Claire, calm down!"

Jill stepped in, trying to pull Claire away, but Claire refused, kissing Chris' cheek repeatedly.

Sheba stood in front of Jill, who was stunned by Claire's behavior.

"It's been a while, Jill."

Sheba's eyes were already in a battle-ready state.

Jill was no match for her.

"You've come all the way here, Sheva. You came knowing about the bond between me and Chris."

Sheva stared at Jill for a while, then let out a smile.

"Chris was my best partner. You think you can get in the way now? I'll even pay you back here."

Jill gasped.

Ignoring Jill, Sheva slowly embraced Chris's neck and planted a quick kiss on his cheek.

"Ah!"

"Ah!"

"Hey!"

"What?"

"That's not fair!"

As the beautiful women protested one after another, Sheva laughed with a gleeful huff.

"What are you doing to my brother?!"

Claire's shrieks rose up, and those around her tried their best to calm her down.

Seeing this, a young BSAA operative muttered in despair again.

"This is... hellish..."

"Commander, are you made of pheromones?"

"Is this what they call the ideal man..."

"What are we missing? Chest muscles? Neck? Voice? Everything..."

And then... Leon, watching the scene, silently crushed his glass.

A quiet crack.

"...Damn it."

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And then, just as the shoot was about to begin,

"Excuse me, Commander, can we join in too?!"

Nadia, his talented subordinate, called out in a brown Fendi dress.

Her girlfriend was standing next to him, wanting to join in the shoot.

Further behind them, the women of the BSAA surged in one after another: a bespectacled office worker in a navy blue suit, a beautiful young member of the sanitation team in a white work uniform, and a maintenance woman in a black tank top and khaki cargo pants.

"Thank you as always!"

"There are so many fans of you at HQ, Commander!"

"This was my dream... The whole maintenance team is crying..."

"His pectoral muscles... The three-dimensionality under that T-shirt... I can't stop looking at them."

"For me, it's his arms! With those arms supporting me, I feel like I wouldn't be scared of anything..."

"His thick neck really makes me feel protected..."

"His voice is deep and calming... I want to use it as my alarm every morning..."

"When Commander Chris tells me I did a good job, all the fatigue from the week just melts away."

Chris, confused, smiled shyly in the center of the photo.

And the moment everyone was smiling with Chris at the center,

Click!

It was the best shot ever.

After the photo was taken, all the male BSAA members collapsed to their knees.

"...Are they gods..."

"I can't do this...I'll never win..."

"I guess I'll just have to change jobs..."

"Our existence has become a background issue..."

Leon sat in his chair, clutching his head, muttering like an idiot.

"...Why am I invisible...Hey, someone...please explain..."

The night's party, centered around Chris, quietly but surely became legendary.

[The next morning, BSAA internal chat, Theta Room]

"[Breaking News] Legendary harem photos leaked onto the internal network"

"What's with this density of goddesses on screen..."

"Commander Chris is surrounded by beautiful women from all sides... She's too strong..."

"Left arm: Jill. Right hand: Sherry. Back + cheek: Claire. Back: Rebecca. Front: Jessica and Sheva... Is this a dream?"

"What have I been fighting all this time..."

"No matter how hard I work out, no matter how much I lower my voice, it's impossible, right?"

"This isn't even the level where she's popular."

"I took a screenshot and posted it in my room... but it's even more painful..."

[Same evening, Women's Break Room, Blossom Room]

The women gathered, and a spontaneous discussion about Chris's charms began.

"First of all, those pectoral muscles. Standing close to them casts a shadow... a shadow of happiness..."

"No, for me, it's his voice. He even cried when he said 'thank you' during a late-night security shift."

"Your thighs are amazing, too. If I got kicked by those, I'd die. On the contrary, I'd be delighted."

"I'm sure I could talk for three hours just by looking at the line of his neck and back."

"But... in the end, that guy is so honest and kind to everyone, it's unfair..."

"You know, even though I know everyone except Jill has unrequited love, I still dream about it..."

In the corner of the conversation, a new female trooper whispered.

"I... just once, I want the captain to pat me on the head and say, 'Good job,'..."

"... I know (tears)."

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[Late Night, Chris's Private Room]

Chris was alone, gazing at the commemorative photo he'd received at the party.

"... Why does this happen every time..."

He clutched his head and groaned.

"I'm just doing my job and trying to earn the gratitude of my underclassmen..."

Then a chat notification rang.

(Reported by Piers)

"Commander, this photo is circulating on social media. People are asking me to tell them the names of each of the women. (Crying)"

"...Please delete it, right now..."

Chris glanced over the next day's training schedule, shoulders slumped.

That was the back of the most popular man in the world, yet also the most insensitive.

[Leon's social media post, same afternoon]

(Leon S. Kennedy's official account)

Posted image: A shot of his abs, shirt rolled up, in front of the mirror at the gym.

Caption: "The times are...more abs than pecs (smile)."

Likes are skyrocketing.

[Comments]

"Leon's the best!"

"I'm totally on the same side too!"

"#TeamAbs"

Leon's jealousy was quietly but surely burning.

And at night at BSAA Headquarters, Leon S. Kennedy, while visibly frustrated by Chris's legendary popularity, was quietly plotting a plan.

"We're starting a 'Quietly Handsome Guy Campaign,' too. Even if we don't stand out, we can steadily make ourselves known..."

Several male corps members agreed with Leon's call.

His plan involved posting videos of them working out, performing serious missions, and providing dedicated support on social media, spreading the word with tags like "#CoolButDependable" and "#ARealManLooksInTheDetails."

However, it's unclear whether it was effective.

Meanwhile, another movement was taking place at BSAA headquarters around the world.

A "Captain Chris Fan Club" had been formed by gay corps members overseas.

They gathered online and shared photos and videos of Chris.

They enthusiastically praised his well-trained physique, sincere personality, and warm consideration for his corps members.

"The Commander's pectoral muscles are a work of art!"

"When I hear that encouraging voice, I just want to protect him!"

"His sincerity is the best! No wonder everyone trusts him so much."

The fan club chatter continued, and love for the Commander deepened with each passing day.

The silent battle of the BSAA men continued into the present day.