The Soil Master of the Exiled Planet

When civilization throws its losers into the interstellar garbage dump, When all that's left of a planet is ashes, waste, and silence— Lin Mo, was exiled to Gaia-7. A place without ecology, without order, But the Death Star contains the remains of countless civilizations. The soil here is not a natural product, But after billions of experiments, wars, and dumpings, The precipitated "remains of civilization". When his blood seeps into this dust—— The dormant assimilation system is awakened. The soil began to respond to his consciousness, Metal, corpses, scrap, energy... Everything can be dismantled, absorbed, and reconstructed. Here it is: Humans are just fragile biological templates Exoskeletons are just recyclable structural parts Rules, not laws, but survival efficiency He no longer pursues the "realm" of power; Instead, it establishes an evolutionary closed loop of phagocytosis-feedback-morphology shaping. From an earth beast, Go to the underground rat hunting network, Then to the assimilation network covering the entire planet—— While other exiles were still snatching nutritional ointment, He has begun to reshape the operating logic of this planet. The federation thought this was a garbage dump; But I don't know—— What they left behind was a dominating core that was awakening.