A cold, sticky sensation on his face suddenly snapped Jeming back to reality.
Instinctively, he reached out to touch it, and in his palm lay a fragment roughly the size of a fist, still squirming slightly, with a translucent gelatinous texture and a chaotic shimmer inside.
Looking at this mass resembling a high-grade Slime, Jeming's heart uncontrollably began to beat faster.
An intense thought instantly occupied his mind—Nest!
His conceptually advanced, albeit limited by materials and technology, never achieving the desired effect, multifaceted cannon fodder unit "Nest"!
If he could comprehensively research the mechanism of the Fungus Lord—a near-perfect amalgamation of biological aggregation, evolution, adaptive defense, and regeneration—and transplant its essence into the "Nest"...
