Hao Yan felt deeply sad.
She was about to become a renowned mathematician, and her father was a renowned professor, yet she still could not escape the fate of marriage and children.
She could only return to the laboratory and continue communicating with the fungi.
"Do you have children? How many do you have? How do you choose a partner?"
She was only asking because she had nothing better to do. Did she know any less than others about how fungi reproduced?
"One person can reproduce on their own. Self-sufficient, and always producing as many as possible."
"I really envy you."
"You can do the same."
Hao Yan felt that the other party's tone sounded very human. She continued asking, "Have you been observing our world for a long time?"
"For some time now."
"Do you live inside the Petri Dish? That world is far too small. How could it sustain an entire population?"
"The infinitely large is infinitely small, and the infinitely small is infinitely large."
Hao Yan found it utterly incomprehensible. All she could say was that they were different species, after all.
"Then can you make me self-sufficient too?" she asked again.
"Of course. Just open the Petri Dish and inhale a little of the spores."
"Okay."
Okay, my ass.
Woman, did you know you had opened Pandora's Box? You had released despair, disaster, slaughter, and the end of the world. Of course, there might be the tiniest sliver of hope as well, but it was destined not to belong to most people.
Just like during feudal wars, only a tiny handful of ambitious tyrants could benefit from the chaos, building their own forces and territories, dominating one region, and leaving their names in history.
Wenren Sheng watched that foolish woman get sweet-talked by the mother