《God of Doom》 Fluorescence in dense fog
The diesel generator emitted a dying buzz, and Wang Ergo wiped the frost off his rearview mirror. Tucked in the back seat was eight-year-old Xiao Man, clutching the tin pencil case she had brought from elementary school. It was their seventh day across the East China plain, and outside the Windows swarms of grey-throated species were gnawing on the rubber tires of abandoned trucks. "Look, Dad! Xiao Man suddenly screamed, pointing to the fluorescent mark on the highway guardrail in the distance. A dozen LED tubes disappeared in the thick fog, forming a giant double helix symbol - the rescue signal they had found at the Suzhou toll station three days earlier. When Wang Ergou saw the numbers written in blood below the sign, his pupils constricted sharply. That string of zombies gnawed on the Arabic number, and the daughter''s bracelet unlock code exactly match. The shotgun in the passenger seat went off, shattering the windshield. Stolen novel; please report. Twenty-three grey-throat species emerged from the fog, their skin glowing like mother-of-pearl in the headlights. Mr. Wang slammed on the gas and headed up the slope, where in his rearview mirror he saw the Holy See''s armed black SUV unrolling its armor plate in the thick fog. The men in bulletproof vests had gold crosses embroidered on their chests, and the flamethrowers held by the leaders spewed a harsh blue light. "The crazy people of the Tzu Chi..." Wang Ergou chewed up the styptic capsule hidden in his molars. At this moment, Xiao Man''s bracelet vibrates, and the holographic projection in the air pieces together a frightening picture: the researcher wearing a protective suit is operating the scalpel at the autopsy table, and the body lying in the specimen bottle, the face is strikingly similar to the father he remembers. The Bloody Cross The fog billowed like living creatures under the searchlight, and when Wang Ergou used a dagger to pry open the iron gate of the Cihang Association stronghold, the putrid smell wrapped with scripture chanting came to his face. The 50-metre long corridor is lined with specimens of limbs soaked in formalin, the green rotting flesh of which is branded with the same bramble as the papal crest. "Amen." Chen Ye''s sniper gun blared around the corner, and researchers in white coats fell to the ground. Wang rushed into the lab, only to see his pupils shriveled when he saw a human body on the dissecting table - his father, who had been missing for three years, with half a silver cross stuck in his chest, and hundreds of identical cloned embryos floating in the incubator. Stolen novel; please report. "It''s not a virus..." Xiao Man suddenly pointed to the quantum computer in the corner of the experimental table and screamed, the data stream bouncing on the holographic screen formed his father''s face, "They are using my genetic sequence to rewrite the prion!" Father Paul emerged from the shadows with six moss-covered arms stretched out from beneath the clerical robe on his chest. The sharp bone spurs extending from the ends of those limbs are slowly stabbing Chen Ye''s back: "A devout believer does not need lies, just as a rotten body will return to dust..." The Emerald seed awakens Wang Ergou grips a modified flamethrower as the reeds glow in the moonlight in a fishing village in Zhejiang province. The "zombie bride," whom she had met at the homeless camp three days earlier, suddenly appeared at the entrance to the village, the barcode on the back of her neck oozing blood, but emerald liquid flowing under her skin. "Don''t touch her!" Lin late autumn aimed the sniper rifle at the woman''s raised abdomen, "Jade species carry fungal symbionts, contacts will become..." Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Before she had finished, the woman burst into a nightingale''s song. Thousands of fireflies rise into the air from the reeds, converging into huge double spirals of light. Wang''s wristband vibrates wildly, and holograms reveal horrifying images of fungus-infected zombies engulfing the cooling towers of the nuclear power plant, and winged variants born from radiation clouds. The Ark The ventilation pipes of the abandoned subway station echoed with the humming of machinery running. When Wang Ergou opened the last rusty iron door, he froze in place. The 300-meter-long "Noah''s Ark" stands out in the darkness, its silver shell dancing with the same fluorescent code as the wristband. "Welcome home, sample number 142." The AI butler''s voice, with his father''s voice print, says, "The gene lock you were implanted with 12 years ago has stopped working, now please select: A. Destroy the Ark and restart human civilization B. Become the Creator of the New era..." The tale has been taken without authorization; if you see it on Amazon, report the incident. Dense footsteps could be heard underground, and figures in protective suits were streaming out of the incubator. Those with the exact same face as Wang Ergo raised their laser weapons, and the numbers on their chests flashed in the dark: 143, 144, 145... The hive consciousness network The glass facade of Shanghai''s financial center crumbles into dust, and Wang Erdog stands on the edge of a cliff on the 88th floor, beneath the mutating financial district. Swarms of nanobots weave a holographic star map around him, each mechanical insect flashing the number of his daughter Xiaoman''s birthday. "72 hours left on the countdown to burning the sky tower." Late Autumn Lin''s voice came over the encrypted channel, "Eden''s EMP bomb has been deployed, but the detonation will erase everything inside the Ark..." This tale has been unlawfully lifted from Royal Road. If you spot it on Amazon, please report it. The zombies all over the city suddenly turn en masse, and their eyes light up eerie green at the same time. Mr. Wang looked at a satellite map projected from his bracelet, where red points of light representing infected people were converging into giant arrows pointing to a deep-sea drilling rig under construction in the depths of the East China Sea. Eye of the Abyss With the salty smell of the sea breeze on his face, Wang Ergo''s tactical eyepiece flashed a drone image of a giant robotic arm wrapped in vine-like mycelium slowly unwinding on the steel frame of an abandoned drilling rig in the East China Sea. Xiao Man''s bracelet suddenly issued a harsh alarm, and the holographic projection emerged the last image of his father before his death: _" Gaia is not a virus... It''s the Earth''s immune system..." _ "Quantum positioning indicates target in 3,000 meters of water." The deep-sea probe she controls has just broken through the ice, "but an unusual energy field is interfering with the sonar - like something mimicking the Earth''s magnetic field." Blue diving cabin, Wang two dogs touch the back of the neck of the bar code slightly hot. Since coming to the fishing village, the biochip implanted in the body always transmits low-frequency pulses in the middle of the night, and now resonates perfectly with a certain frequency in the deep sea. Through the reinforced glass, he saw that the larvae of the emerald species in the incubator were rapidly molting under the nourishment of the symbiotic mycelium, and when the fungus broke open, it revealed features similar to those of a human fetus. This story has been taken without authorization. Report any sightings. "Prepare the magnetic storm bomb!" Father Paul''s voice had a metallic tinge as his mechanical prosthesis pierced the bulletproof glass, all six arms clamped around the console at once." The mycelium is hungry for the carrier of Gaia consciousness..." The deep sea suddenly lit up eerie green, and a network of mycelium spread from the rig to the surface, forming a giant cocoon of light that blocked out the sun. Wang Ergou felt the smell of rust coming out of his nasal cavity - not blood, but the sulfur that comes from the hot spring of the deep sea. When the first mant-winged radiation variant crashes through the ocean, he finally understands his father''s last unspoken warning: Gaia is waking up Blood tide When the blood moon rose, the waters of East Asia boiled. The wave of the mutant swarm was 100 meters high, and the eyeballs of each corpse turned into molten metallic mercury balls, reflecting an eerie red light in the moonlight. The ancient bronze clock in the ancestral hall of the fishing village is wind-free and automatic, and the twenty-eight night pattern carved on the bronze pendulum is closely matched with the corpse tide array. "They''re navigating!" "The blood moon is the biological antenna of Gaia consciousness!" Xiao Man curled up in the EMP launcher, watching the light spots on the satellite map connect into the shape of the Big Dipper. Stolen content warning: this tale belongs on Royal Road. Report any occurrences elsewhere. Wang Ergou''s flamethrower plows channels of scorched earth through the tide of corpses, and the heat blows away the glowing jellyfish that live on the mutant''s skull. These creatures that should live in the deep sea are now like puppets manipulated by invisible threads, charging directly towards the light cocoon of the sea bottom. When he finally approached the rig, he saw in the searchlight the scene that froze everyone''s blood Hundreds of "ourselves" in protective suits are forming an altar at the core of the platform, their quantum cutters precisely peeling away the ice capsule. On the silver coffin suspended in the center, the crown of his left chest was carved. "Welcome home, Caesar." The AI butler says in his father''s voice, "Twelve years waiting to see the day you transform into a new species." Quantum choice The moment Lin pressed the detonator button, electronic devices across East Asia simultaneously went black. The glow of the blood moon suddenly became as clear as water, revealing the hidden geometric patterns in the array of dead bodies - not some natural migration route at all, but a Mandela matrix drawn in blood. Xiao Man suddenly screams, the memory fragments stored in her bracelet are frantically reassembling: the truth of the fire in the laboratory 12 years ago, the green flame beating inside the emerald seed larvae, and the altered genetic sequence before her father''s death... Wang''s dagger plunged deep into the clone''s chest, only to be enveloped by fungal spores as soon as it touched silver blood. In severe pain, he saw countless parallel space-time pictures: in one world, he became the murderer of his daughter, and in another time and space, Father Paul was the carrier of the original virus strain. Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. "Memory is the prison." Paul''s voice came from behind as his robotic arm pierced Lin''s left shoulder, "Only by sacrificing all possibilities can Gaia truly awaken..." Just then, there was a sudden tremor in the deep sea. The ice capsule cracks in quantum resonance, and a giant scaly claw reaches down to earth. The pulsating light in its eye socket is exactly the same as the fluorescent code on Wang Ergou''s bracelet... Space-time fold Deep in the trench, the alarm sound of the Youlan diving module is gradually synchronized with the resonant frequency of Wang Ergou''s consciousness. The mycelium of the young jade species in the culture chamber is swallowing the inner wall of the titanium alloy at a speed visible to the naked eye, and the neural network emerging on the surface of the bacteria produces quantum entanglement with the code of the chip on his back neck. When the first blood moon rays penetrate the cracks in the seafloor, the larvae suddenly open six pairs of compound eyes, their pupils dancing with the same green glow as the hot springs of the deep sea. "Gaia is accessing your memories." Paul''s voice came through bone-conducting headphones, his robotic hand pressed against the boy''s cracked temple. "You think you''ve escaped the lab, but you''ve been in its petri dish for 12 years." Stolen from its rightful author, this tale is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. Wang Ergo''s tactical eyepiece suddenly projects multiple world lines: In one space and time, he personally detonates a nuclear power plant; In the other dimension, Xiao Man is a genetic engineer in a white coat; And in the most dazzling picture, Father Paul is kneeling in the center of the altar, with half a jade seed in his chest. The red tide is now at its peak. The wave of the mutant swarm suddenly swerved, pushing the deep-sea probe that Wang Ergou was in toward the ice capsule. When a searchlight illuminated the surface of the cabin, he saw his own face slowly emerging from the titanium alloy in a molecular recombination. The moment the quantum cutter sliced open the capsule, clouds of spores exploded in the frozen air of liquid nitrogen - which contained not alien creatures, but tens of thousands of "selves" soaked in nutrient solution. "Welcome to the eternal cycle." "Every choice will give birth to a new world line, and we will all converge in the womb of Gaia." Mycelium apocalypse Xiao Man is curled up in the wreckage of an electromagnetic pulse bomb, and the holographic star map projected by the bracelet is spinning wildly. She finally understood the true meaning of those bloody Mandrake matrices - not navigational coordinates, but genetic codes from Gaia consciousness to human civilization. Satellite images show similar mycelium light cocoons suspended above all nuclear facilities around the world, and even gargoyles growing out of human hands inhabit the spire of Notre Dame Cathedral in Paris. "The memory reset has begun." Lin''s voice comes from the encrypted channel, the deep-sea probe she controls is carrying Wang Ergou through the Mariana Trench, "We found samples of primitive mycelium on the seafloor, they can directly rewrite DNA strands..." The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. In the violent shock, Wang Ergou saw the jade species larvae in the culture cabin collectively split. The mycelium carries the green flame toward the deep ocean, boiling the water into liquid metal in its path. When he reached out to touch the escaping strands of mycelium, ancient cuneiform letters immediately appeared on the surface of his skin - symbols he had glimpsed in his father''s charred notebook at the scene of the laboratory fire twelve years earlier. "We are Gaia''s immune cells." The juvenile''s voice resonates directly in the nerve center through the symbiotic mycelium, "when human civilization deviates from the ecological balance, it initiates the cleaning protocol." The end is elegy Father Paul stands at the top of the Tokyo Tower with six robotic arms each holding an antimatter bomb. Below, a Mandela matrix of mutants engulfs the city, neon signs twisting into eerie religious symbols in the blood moon. He turned to look at his mycelium-entangled wife in the hologram screen, her consciousness being uploaded to Gaia''s mainframe: "You leaked the virus on purpose for today''s purification ceremony..." At the same time, while in synchronous orbit, Xiaoman initiated nanoscale EMP. The moment the global power grid is paralyzed, the blood moon suddenly breaks into tens of thousands of diamond shaped crystals, each fragment reflects the outcome of different world lines: some worlds in which humans and variants reach symbiosis, some space-time earth has long been turned into a mechanical cemetery, and the picture closest to the truth - Unauthorized usage: this narrative is on Amazon without the author''s consent. Report any sightings. Wang Ergou holding his daughter standing on the ruins of full of mycelium flowers, the barcode on the back of her daughter''s neck is glowing. The young emerald species in the incubator gently touched his palm, and the mushroom burst into a holographic projection: it was the ecosystem of the early birth of the Earth, with green fibers like neural networks floating in the primordial soup. "Gaia never intended to be destroyed." The voice of the young is heard in every corner of human civilization, "It just wants to give you a chance to be born again." All things return to the market The waters of Tokyo Bay steam into golden swirls in an antimatter explosion, and Paul''s twin robotic arms cut through the smoke, counting down the six bombs suspended in his palm. In the hologram, the wife''s mycelium-wrapped body is fusing with the Gaia mainframe, and her final message flashes across the stream: "There are no gods in the womb of Gaia, only endless evolution." At the same time, the deep-sea probe was carrying the two dogs to the bottom of the Mariana Trench. The larvae of the jade species in the culture chamber all open six pairs of compound eyes, and the mycelium bundles are entangled in the shell of the chamber like living creatures. As the first wave of antimatter tore through the sea, he saw countless tiny barcodes emerge from the surface of the incubator - each with an exact replica of the number on the back of his neck. Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. "This is not the end," the juvenile voice resonates through the symbiotic hypha in the bone marrow, "it''s the screening." Star map traces In the Dome lab at the South Pole Observatory, holograms magnifies CT scans of Mars rover debris by 3,000 times. The quantum computer suddenly buzzes as Wang''s fingers hover over the wedge-shaped symbols engraved on the titanium casing - symbols that are 137 quantum levels isomorphic to the "stargate opening spell" recorded on Mesopotamian clay tablets. "They''re not decorations." The bar code on the back of her neck suddenly glinted with light, and the cuneiform text in the projection automatically reorganized into a constellation: "A distress signal, pointing to a site beneath the ice cap of Mars''s North Pole." Stolen from its original source, this story is not meant to be on Amazon; report any sightings. As the 3D model of the probe''s remains rotates to 197 degrees, everyone gasps. Crouched inside the wreckage was a half-human skeleton in a silver protective suit, a liquid metal heart beating inside its chest cavity. Lin Wanqiu shuddered to call out the gene comparison results: "The mitochondrial DNA strand of this corpse... Contains all the variants of modern humans." Paul''s robotic arm suddenly penetrates the bulletproof glass, gripping the holographic screen with six fingers: "The lab accident your father was involved in was no accident at all." Blue electric arcs erupt from the joints of his prosthetic limbs, and an encrypted video unfolds in the air - showing researchers in protective suits attaching biochips to the Mars rover. Beyond the wormhole In the medical module of the deep sea refuge, seven-year-old Xiao Man suddenly opened his eyes. The star patterns swimming in her pupil perfectly coincide with the holographic star map in the observatory dome, and the mycelium veins emerging under her skin are growing in Fibonacci sequence. Wang pressed his palm against the observation window and suddenly realized that his daughter''s iris reflected the spiral arm structure of the entire galaxy. "The symbionts are waking up." The AI housekeeper gives a rare warning that "quantum entanglement in her brain has passed the critical threshold." The narrative has been stolen; if detected on Amazon, report the infringement. In severe pain, Xiao Man''s consciousness traverses a wormhole-like maze of memories. She saw in the lab 12 years ago that her father had inserted a young emerald seed into her genetic chain; Seeing yourself on top of the Tokyo Tower holding an antimatter bomb in countless parallel worlds; Finally frozen in the Martian ruins, the silver figure that looks exactly like her is activating the interstellar transition device. Antimatter Apocalypse In the debris pile at the bottom of the space elevator shaft, the alarm of Lin''s protective suit was screaming. She finally finds the mycelium-encased core of the antimatter reactor, only to find her holographic signature engraved on the console - a biometric authentication from her involvement with Project Gaia twelve years earlier. "It''s not a weapon." Paul''s voice came from behind, his mechanical prosthesis disintegrating into green mycelium, "the tinder of civilization." A sudden beam of light from the reactor''s core illuminates the inscription on the wall: "When carbon-based civilization is ready to abandon its arrogance, it can continue in a silicon-based universe." Stolen from Royal Road, this story should be reported if encountered on Amazon. In the violent shaking, the entire low-Earth orbit space station began to disintegrate. Wang Ergo rushed into the escape pod holding his daughter, and saw the earth turn into a bright hyphal star ring through the porthole. Xiao Man suddenly released his arms, the star lines in his pupils in perfect sync with the Martian remains: "It''s time for us to go back." Revelation of the New Testament Beneath the North polar ice cap of Mars, the remains of silver protective suits and a network of emerald mycelium grow into a vast organic complex. Wang''s holographic translator was deciphering the cuneiform script on the wall when he realized what was written on the last page of the notebook his father had burned twelve years earlier: "Gaia is not a mother, but a mirror - a reflection of the greed and compassion in the depths of the human soul." As Xiao Man walks down a glowing mycelium tunnel, the star map in her iris resonates with the quantum lines on the surface of Mars. In the distance, the first Earth settlers are learning how to coexist with silicon-based symbiotes, the green flame of the emerald species pulsating through their genetic chains. This tale has been pilfered from Royal Road. If found on Amazon, kindly file a report. Paul stands on the edge of the observatory, the mechanical prosthesis fully transformed into luminous mycelium, fused with the sulfurous atmosphere of Mars: "We finally understand the ultimate problem - evolution is not conquest, but learning to see each other in the broken mirror."