Bacteria Host

[Hardcore biopunk + evolutionary game theory + dark evolution] This is the age of plants and the dusk of mankind. The Devonian Prototaxites returned to the surface and wrapped the earth into a mycelial network called the "Gaia Brain". Silicon-based chips became relics, and the Internet was replaced by "wetware"**. Here, the currency is glucose, computing power is slime mold, and status depends on the depth of your symbiosis with the fungus. The poor sell their flesh and blood in exchange for sugar bricks in the dark and humid "stipe area", while the rich enjoy eternal life through photosynthesis in the "canopy area" above the clouds. Kyle, a low-level "sterile", was accidentally infected with a god-level original strain from ancient times. The voice roared in his head: "I am a god, you are a domestic animal. Give me your brain, or die." Facing the "Prisoner's Dilemma" of certain death, Kyle did not kneel down, but gave this indescribable ancient god a mathematics lesson**. He injected poison into the heart and used the madness of common death to force the gods to sit at the negotiating table. [System Activation: Zero Determinant Strategy] [The rules of the game have been rewritten: your profits are unilaterally locked by me. From then on, Kyle became the master of the ancient gods. Do you want energy evolution? You must help me fight through this wasteland first. Do you want to swallow my consciousness? Forget it, in the face of the absolute logic of mathematics, God is just an advanced algorithm tool. From the moss scraper in the sewer to the "bacteria master" who makes all living beings tremble. In this evolutionary game with the planet as the bet, Kyle must not only survive, but also use the mycelium in his hands to strangle the throat of fate.