In 2050 AD, ancient behemoths awakened from the ground, the end of the world came, and human civilization retreated to its high walls.
In the dormant bunker deep underground, Lin Mo opened his eyes and bound the [Origin Creature Sandbox System].
"Are there all mutant monsters out there? Well, it's all free genetic material!"
"Equip infrared thermal imaging to the Anomalocaris, implant a bionuclear reactor into the Tyrannosaurus Rex, and infinitely divide single cells to explode!"
Lin Mo thought he was just playing a hard-core RTS farming game, controlling various strange "stitch monsters" to go out to hunt and mine every day.
However, the remaining humans on the surface have gone completely crazy.
When the prehistoric dragon with laser wings tears apart the sky, when the shadow insect swarms with absolute discipline sweep across the wasteland.
The supreme commander of mankind trembled: "Perfect genes, dimensionality reduction blow! This is definitely the ancient god of the abyss who has survived from the Cambrian period to the present day!"
The ancient beast king resurrected on the surface cried out in despair: "You call this a carbon-based creature? It bit me in two in one bite!"
Until one day, all mankind paid homage to the statue of the highest god.
In the bunker, Lin Mo, who was eating instant noodles, looked confused: "I just sent a genetic lumberjack to collect some resources, why are you all kneeling down?"
Chapter 8 Poisonous Hair 🤮