Planting Planets

Others blow up stars. I grow them. When alien fleets blot out the sky and our allies all choose mecha and psionic powers, Lin Ye alone picks the F-rank [Ecological Architect] class. Standing atop a frenzied forest amid a storm of artillery, he smiles. “Welcome to my gunpowder garden.” The next moment, the entire planet comes alive: flowers spew cannon fire, and continents turn into giant hands. The invaders' AI shrieks an alarm: “Warning! The target planet is... devouring us in reverse!”