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Xu Rong's right hand suddenly disintegrated into a quantum state, penetrating the protective field of the Mother Body.
In that fleeting moment of contact with the core, he glimpsed a terrifying cosmic truth:
On the spiral arms of the Milky Way, tens of thousands of "Earths" were simultaneously conducting experiments, each planet's surface writhing with NT Series Organisms.
"Your resistance is meaningless," the Mother Body's tendrils coiled around him. "Become a Sower, or watch your civilization be formatted..."
Suddenly, Xu Rong's spine erupted with glowing tentacles, a sign of his genes fully awakening.
In the instant he was about to lose his humanity, he made the most reckless decision—rewriting his genetic chain into a viral program.
As the Mother Body began to absorb his energy, the lethal Gene Virus spread rapidly.
The Star-shaped Creatures emitted a high-frequency scream as the entire Gene Pool began to data-collapse.
Before Xu Rong's consciousness faded, he witnessed a suffocating scene:
Outside Earth's atmosphere, twelve Pyramid-shaped Aircraft were initiating cleansing procedures.
Beneath him, countless human bodies began to turn transparent, glowing patterns identical to his own surfacing beneath their skin.
Xu Rong's feet sank into the asphalt road.
To be precise, it was the "road" being consumed by some Fleshy Mycelium Mat.
The entire city's surface was covered in Dark Red Biological Tissue, rising and falling in rhythmic breaths.
Those citizens who had not mutated in time were now being wrapped in a Fungal Blanket, forming Amber Cocoons from which Bioluminescent Mycelium sprouted through their orifices.
Floating in the air were Human Skin Balloons.
These were the remnants of the first fully mutated individuals—when the glowing patterns pierced their skin, their epidermis shed like that of a snake, suspended below the ionosphere and forming an eerie star map.
Xu Rong could hear these human skins whispering in the wind, their residual muscle vibrations repeating: "Sower..."
A drop of slime fell onto his shoulder.
Xu Rong looked up to see a white-collar worker hanging upside down from the office building's exterior wall, shedding skin.
His spine had pierced through his back, transforming into centipede-like appendages as his eyeball rolled out before his skull melted away, greedily devoured by the Fungal Blanket.
"Help..."
The remnants of the man's lips moved, and suddenly his entire jaw fell off, revealing a throat covered in spores.
Following his memories, Xu Rong arrived at his wife's laboratory, only to find the entire building transformed into a living organ. The metal doorframe had contracted into a sphincter, while the corridor walls were covered in fuzzy cilia, and digestive fluids flowed across the floor like a stream.
In the area where brains were once stored in Cultivation Pods, he saw thousands of transparent vesicles. Each vesicle contained a floating human brain, with neural synapses connecting to alien mycelium.
The central vesicle was particularly large, housing his wife's brain, which pulsed within it, its surface opening up to reveal a dense array of Compound Eyes.
"Darling..."
All the brains emitted a synthetic voice simultaneously as the laboratory suddenly began to contract violently. The ground rose up to form a tongue-like platform, pushing Xu Rong toward the vesicle containing his wife.
Mycelium pierced his temples, and a torrent of memories from billions surged in—
He witnessed Wall Street elites transforming into multi-legged monsters in conference rooms; newborns in delivery rooms biting through their umbilical cords and sprouting pincers; corpses in the morgue being stitched together into a flesh-and-blood windmill under the catalysis of the Fungal Blanket.
Suddenly, the sky darkened.
Twelve Pyramid Spaceships descended with beams of light, and those illuminated began to melt away. Their bones were refined into Crystal, their flesh distilled into an amber liquid, and their skin woven into some kind of biological membrane.
Xu Rong's Gene Virus had evidently backfired—these materials were constructing some sort of Ritual Site on the surface of the spaceship.
As he touched the falling biological membrane, he heard ancient whispers:
"...sacrifice...the door..."
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