Chapter 141
A big smile appeared on Sheng Wu’s face.
The corners of his mouth were raised high but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes.
There was indeed a slime mold solution on the third floor, although it wasn’t something he had developed.
That had once been the Serpent Staff Gene’s final trump card.
Sheng Wu never told anyone, not even Si Baihua’s sister, Si Jujiu.
Si Baihua had been kept locked up inside. To outsiders, Dr. Sheng claimed that it was to keep Si Baihua’s experiments confidential. To insiders, he was strictly looking after Si Baihua.
This sterile laboratory was not only protection but also confinement.
And then…he died.
Si Baihua died from mycelium infection.
He had directly consumed the mutated mycelium from the laboratory, which for ordinary people would be tantamount to suicide.
He saw no hope for the future and he chose death decisively.
Dr. Sheng chose to cremate him with the highest funeral standards.
But unbeknownst to him, after Si Baihua’s death, a special white fungi grew all over his grave and in a certain Space Fold several decades ago, one of its spores was buried in the body of an innocent pregnant woman. He had completed a high-dimensional invasion a step earlier than Dr. Sheng.
Dr. Sheng discovered a very serious problem only after Si Baihua’s death.
Mycelium keeps evolving, slime mold does not. Slime mold solutions, even more so, do not.
Although Si Baihua had left very detailed notes on his theory, he was dead after all. They’d burned his body until it was nothing but dregs. He was unable to participate in the subsequent research and development work.
True geniuses are unique existences, accidents brought forth by the convergence of various coincidences.
Dr. Sheng was originally very optimistic but continuous failed experiments, the declining population and the world heading towards death and decline, all reminded him of the ridiculousness of his original ideas.
When Dr. Sheng had still been human, he brought the mother plant to the third floor in an attempt to burn both stone and jade together.
In the end, he didn’t die. The mother plant didn’t die either.
Not only did the mother plant not die, it also successfully fused with the slime mold. It has become an existence that even he could not contend with.
“When I saw the world devastated, I did regret it.” Dr. Sheng suddenly sighed, “Man is neither grass nor tree. How could I not feel for what happened? But I also atoned for my sins with my life.”
Song Ziyu didn’t understand but he knew to get angry. “Are you sick?”
Saying so, he fired a cannon shot at Sheng Wu.
There had been a split-second of hesitation when he fired. Sheng Wu was still attached to Shen Yanxing’s body. What if Shen Yanxing died from this shot?
But this thought lasted only a moment.
He was not familiar with Shen Yanxing at all and thus had less misgivings than Si Chen would have.
After an extremely short and rapid energy loading, the energy core let out a roar.
The burst of artillery fire was enough to shatter the entire waiting area. In the dark night, the blaze was a bright blinding beam of light, shooting towards Sheng Wu before him.
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During this interval, he desperately wanted to contact Si Chen.
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Song Ziyu never actually believed that Sheng Wu would be taken out by this shot. Civilizations pursuing different evolutionary directions simply cannot be compared and many things cannot be explained by science. He had fired the shot purely as a test.
Still, seeing Sheng Wu completely whole, save for his clothes, after that shot, his heart was filled with shock.
Sheng Wu’s skin had been melted by the high temperature, exposing the muscles underneath.
His body was covered with a web of mycelium; the closer to his spine, the redder the hyphae. There were also sarcoma-like spores protruding from the mycelium surface, which looked more like polyps than spores.
Song Ziyu rushed forward without hesitation. His body of about 1.7 meters tall quickly expanded to more than 3 meters in height. He was aiming directly for the red hyphae on Sheng Wu’s chest.
Huge wolf claws clenched into fists as big as a basketball. Sharp bone spurs popped out the back of his knuckles.
There was a faint smile on Sheng Wu’s face.
The fist passed through his chest in an instant. Song Ziyu didn’t feel like he’d hit a solid object but rather marshmallow made of sugar threads.
Strips of pink hyphae began to grow and spread.
They spurted out from Sheng Wu’s chest and wrapped around Song Ziyu’s arm.
Thin frail looking threads pierced the surface of Song Ziyu’s skin, like the roots of a tree, taking root in this human body.
Bright red beads of blood spilled from the needle point penetration sites.
Song Ziyu was shocked and immediately pulled out his arm. The severe pain only lasted for a moment. This mycelium probably had some kind of paralyzing effect. Song Ziyu soon discovered that he had lost sensation in his arm. It was hard even to lift it up.
The broken off strands of mycelium didn’t die but burrowed into his body like leeches.
Song Ziyu quickly retreated, throwing huge obstacles at Sheng Wu as he escaped, trying to delay his approach.
Suddenly, the museum was filled with deafening roars.
Beads of sweat condensed on the tip of Song Ziyu’s nose.
His only thought now was to escape back to the RV. This Dr. Sheng he was facing, had ripped away his sheepskin and exposed his fangs, putting a lot of pressure on Song Ziyu.
Dr. Sheng followed him. He looked to be moving slowly but was actually very fast: “It’s true that I can’t deal with Si Chen. But do you think I can’t deal with you?”
Strips of mycelium spread out from Sheng Wu’s body as though they were separate living beings, looking for prey.
With the display cases broken, those mycelium lifeforms that were either dead or dying all became nourishment for Sheng Wu. The strips of mycelium stretched into their bodies and began to devour them greedily and without restraint.
The aura on Sheng Wu’s body continued to soar and a new layer of skin even grew on his body.
As he ate, he said, “Irene, Jacobs, Dan… I haven’t eaten my fill for so long.”
What he said out loud were all names he’d given to these mutated species back then.
Dr. Sheng’s eyes were blood red. “Ah, I was mistaken. Now, I can deal even with Si Chen. If he’s still alive that is.”
Song Ziyu ignored him and ran down the stairs to the first floor.
His arm suddenly tingled.
Song Ziyu looked down and found that a mycelium web had grown on his right hand. The mycelium had emerge from inside his body and continue to spread upward.
He immediately used his left hand to grab his right one and forcibly tore off this necrotic arm.
When Sheng We found the severed arm thrown down the stairs, a mocking look appeared on Sheng Wu’s face. “How very courageous.”
Even though they were ants from a low-dimensional world, everyone that had arrived in this RV were outstanding people. Regardless whether it was a product of a good reincarnation or the result of one’s own efforts, they were all giants among men.
Song Ziyu left a trail of blood as he stumbled back to the RV, his forehead beaded with sweat from pain.
He entered the cab and immediately turned on flight mode.
However, the RV only floated upward a little.
According to the image returned by the camera, several thick fungal threads were tightly wrapped around the chassis of the RV; like sticky adhesive strands stretched out from double-sided tape.
For the first time, Song Ziyu hated that his RV was so big that it took him a minute to get from the cab to the outside.
He burned away the mycelium with a flamethrower; the tough mycelium strands slowly melted in the high temperature. Before Song Ziyu had time to rejoice, he was frightened out of his mind the moment he raised his head.
Sheng Wu had already passed the museum’s doors. He stood there, watching him quietly.
Dr. Sheng did not move. Because of the mycelium, he looked very thin, very long and very tall.
At that moment, Song Ziyu felt the horror coming from the depths of his soul.
He rushed back into the car, closed the door, called up the internal control system and quickly canceled the authority of “Shen Yanxing”.
Although his heart was pounding, his movements were not panicky. Only that, because he’d lost one arm, it was much more difficult to move.
The screen was wet with sweat dripping from his chin. Song Ziyu had to scan his fingerprints several times before being accepted by the RV’s system.
He endured the severe pain and activated flight mode once again.
However, an error notification still appeared on the screen.
The car’s jet power equipment was clogged with mycelium.
And he had no time to go out again.
Song Ziyu heard the sound of the car door being pried open.
His heart was beating violently, filled with unspeakable despair.
The doors were of course very strong, equipped with the most advanced security system, bulletproof and reinforced.
But this was only enough to prevent run-of-the-mill dangerous situations. Faced with a creature like Sheng Wu, that went far beyond the realm of common sense, it only had minimal effect.
The door was quickly removed.
Countless spores poured into the RV. Wherever the spores went, hyphae and fungus flowers of various colors grew in mere seconds.
Song Ziyu’s mind went blank.
He could feel Sheng Wu approaching.
Sheng Wu’s voice even reached Song Ziyu’s ears through the Bluetooth headset installed in the protective suit.
“You are very tenacious, but unfortunately, in the face of real power, being weak is the original sin.”
“You are the mother body. I won’t kill you immediately. I will only control you. Do not worry, you’re still my ‘mother’.”
Probably realizing that would be unable to resist, at this juncture, Song Ziyu relaxed instead.
With his remaining left arm trembling, he took out a pack of cigarettes and a bottle of energy drink from the storage compartment in the lower portion of the cab.
The drink was cola-flavored, fresh from the refrigerator, it was refreshingly cold. Song Ziyu drank most of the bottle in one go.
Then, he lit himself a cigarette.
The fire took hold. Song Ziyu slumped in a chair and quickly made a mental run through of his life.
He was 24 years old this year. His father was the elder brother of the head of the Song Family and his mother came from the Serpent Staff Gene. Both his parents were losers in the battle for control of the family. The two of them could not be said to be in love but at least they never quarreled in front of him. He had felt some love from his parents.
This was already better than many others with the same kind of family background.
Song Ziyu has never had to worry about basic necessities. Among his peers, he enjoyed the best of everything. He enjoyed the best education, the best life and the best resources.
Hundreds of millions of people are born every year and he was the one who had won the one in a hundred million special prize.
During his 24 years of life, he hadn’t had any big regrets.
Though he did feel a little sorry that he would be unable to fulfill Song Bai’s instructions and live up to his parents’ expectations.
The fire went out. The cigarette in his hand had half burned away. Only a single wall separated him and Sheng Wu.
Song Ziyu thought he’d be able to meet death calmly.
But unexpectedly, he felt a sudden sharp pain in his stomach.
The cigarette he held between his fingers fell to the ground.
Song Ziyu covered his stomach with his hand, his face scrunching in pain. “Am I having… a miscarriage at this time??”
He has only been pregnant for a little over two months. It was far too early for him to birth No. 9.
Song Ziyu’s belly bulged abnormally. Soon, his belly grew from a four- to five-month pregnant belly to looking like he was about to deliver triplets.
It was this scene that met Sheng Wu when he opened the door.
Song Ziyu was down on knees, with one arm propped on the ground, his body as wet as if he’d been fished out of water.
He slowly raised his head, his mouth already filled with silent sobs.
A pitch-black tentacle emerged from his mouth, the moisture on its surface the faint pink of diluted blood.
“Uh… uh… urgh…”
Physiological tears fell uncontrollably from the corners of Song Ziyu’s eyes. But his expression couldn’t be said to be pained but rather overjoyed.
This tentacle had already stretched out to nearly thirty centimeters and it was still spilling out.
It looked both particularly ugly and very familiar.
Dr. Sheng’s smile froze on his face.
I think it’s….. Getting birth from the mouth?
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I hope he will live
omg how horrible that must feel 😱 i can’t even begin to imagine what song ziyu is going through right now
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Ur pfp hahahahahaha matches this situation perfectly
No 9. must be like “No, mother you can’t die, let me save you.”
Thanks for the chapter
Oh my god, I hope Song Ziyu doesn’t die like this.
Thanks for the update 🌹