LITTLE MUSHROOM

小蘑菇 XIAO MOGU

By Yi Shi Si Zhou

一十四洲

SYNOPSIS

An Zhe was a mushroom whose lifelong mission was to raise his own spore.

One day, he lost his spore.

He searched all over the world for a long time before finally seeing a familiar spore on the news.

An Zhe desperately knocked on the door of a colonel in the human military.

“Hello, Sir.  Did your research turn out well? Can I have my son back after the research?”

The colonel looked cold. “Your son?”

“I gave birth to it QAQ.”

The colonel stated, “I raised it.”

“Sir, really. It is mine QAQ.”

“Give birth to another one to let me see.”

An Zhe: crying

TL Disclaimer:

1. Not as fluffy as the summary makes it sound. Not mpreg.

2. Apocalyptic wasteland science fiction (no zombies)

3. Happy Ending

JUDGMENT DAY

CHAPTER 1

The cave was dim and damp, illuminated by the faint fluorescence of the plants. The stone walls were wrapped with vines that were a dark green, dark purple or thick black, just like large groups of entangled snakes.

A black flying insect staggered in. It had six hard wings and three mouthparts. The next second, a huge purple and swollen vine rose from the tangled up vines and split apart like a mouth. It closed in the next moment, swallowing the flying insect in its stomach. The vine wriggled slowly and the swollen part was gradually restored to its original state.

There was a sound like wings flapping in the cave. A drop of mucus dragged a translucent filament down from the top of the cave onto the sticky moss on the ground. It wriggled slightly and the mucus was quickly absorbed, disappearing into the ground.

There was a corner illuminated by the fluorescence of a green fungi. In the gap between the rock and soil, white water gushed out like a tidal wave. Covering a large area was white mycelium. It grew, spread and stretched out hundreds of millions of antennae, finally creeping toward the centre. It gathered and lengthened until it formed a body. A foot stepped on the soft moss, sinking into the moss until only a white ankle was revealed.

An Zhe looked at his ankle. This was a human limb that supported the skeleton, muscles and blood vessels. Joints could move but they weren’t flexible due to the limitations of the skeleton. The stratum corneum formed the fingernails, smooth, round and transparent. The final product was degraded and took the sharp tip of an animal’s claws.

He raised his leg and took a step. The moss, that had previously sunk down from being stepped on, was wet and elastic. It gathered together again after he left, like an upright earthworm. This time, he stepped on something else under his feet—the arm of a human skeleton.