The flame gave birth to the [Son of the Sun] whose armor was made of lava.
The nuclear explosion gave birth to the [Fission Magic Flower] that feeds on radiation.
All human counterattacks accelerate the evolution of spores.
I, Lin Mo, [spore fusion degree 88%].
A monster who can hear the "whispers" of doom, a hidden danger exiled in an underground iron coffin.
It wasn't until the insect wave tore apart my home that I was forced to use this curse:
I send [wrong frequency] to the insect swarm and let them kill each other;
I look for the [Resonance Code] for the lava beast and disintegrate it from the inside.
——I am not a soldier, I am a "hacker" who invades this natural disaster network.
I gathered the survivors and built the final stronghold "Anchor Station" in the cracks of the monster territory.
But what we are fighting is a cold cosmic will that sees attack as nourishment.
My companion's body is crystallizing, and my consciousness is constantly being eroded by the desire to "fuse."
They called me a traitor, they called me a monster.
If "becoming a monster" is the only price for stealing the right to survive for the next minute for human beings——
I accept.
(This is a gamble to find glimmers of "understanding" for civilization on the edge of madness.)
