The end of the world is coming, and a spore storm is sweeping the world.
As a genetic engineer, I intercepted the encrypted signals of the Ark fleet at the church steeple.
In order to interpret the signal, I ventured into the data cemetery, but was ambushed by the "Spore Sons".
The inhibitor failed and mycelium grew rampant under the skin. When I was dying, I devoured the neural clusters of the "Son of Spores".
Accidentally acquired the ability to sense fungal networks and became the first human to live in symbiosis with fungi.
From then on, I can not only control mutant plants, but also sense the conspiracy in every corner of the doomsday city.
The church regarded me as a heretic, the army called me a monster, and the survivors regarded me as their savior.
Until I discovered the truth about the Ark Fleet: they were not escapees, but returnees carrying alien spores.
It turns out that the entire apocalypse is a trap set up by humans to select the strongest symbiote.
