Lu Feng explained, “The inert sample. His most important thing.”

Polly Joan naturally knew who Lu Feng was referring to. There was only one ‘him’ between the two of them. He stared at the white mycelium and reached out to touch, the mycelium gently wrapping around his fingers. Polly whispered, “Why did it take the initiative to come to me?”

“I don’t know.”

“This is an asexual spore, a fungal breeding body.” Polly mused. “He never told us what species he was. So he is—”

Looking at the spore, Lu Feng said, “He is a mushroom.”

His voice was hoarse but there was endless pity and tenderness. “He is just… a little mushroom.”

CHAPTER 83

It had been three years since the final battle.

On that day, the eastern pole and western pole sent out an absolutely stable frequency together. Since then, materials no longer polluted each other and humans found no change from distortion. Later, this frequency was called the Bell.

The Highland Research Institute, who discovered the Bell, and Mr Polly Joan would forever be remembered in human history.

The Highland Research Institute.

Green vines covered the windows and railings. The mutant vine that had been guarding the institute had died naturally a year ago. Its seeds spilled onto the soil of the institute and sprouted branches this spring. The distant mountains were covered with a layer of snow-white mist and the mist was lush green. Everything was normal, everything was calm, like a spring day in 2020.

In the corridor outside the laboratory, there was a wheelchair. Polly Joan sat in it. Wind blew from the Abyss to the top of the mountain and through his white hair. Behind him was Lu Feng.

“In 2020, I was 15 years old and studying physics at university.” An old voice was heard. “Later, I often dreamt that I came back to that year. I stood on the podium, in the tutor’s office and in the middle of the playground, loudly proclaiming that the geomagnetic field was going to disappear and we should prepare well in advance.”

Polly paused and a helpless smile appeared on his face. “Sometimes they believed me and sometimes they didn’t. However, every morning I opened my eyes and saw this terrible world.”

“It is fortunate. This world is still terrible, or even worse, but at least we don’t have to count down the days until extinction.”

Polly Joan lowered his head and looked down at the copy of Base United Daily News in his hand. The date on the cover was April 2164.

134 years after the disaster, humanity seemed to have finally integrated into this world of mutual killing.