On the other side, the mutated lysosomes were utterly stumped by this "suicide-wave tactic": sacrificing cells as "ammunition," wiping out one wave only for another to immediately appear, with corpses quickly recycled into new recruits sent to their deaths.
Furthermore, not being on their home turf, they lacked the necessary material resources to produce more mutated hydrolytic enzymes. Thus, they began to retreat steadily within the white mouse's body, eventually running out of "ammunition" and "provisions," and were ultimately buried under the enemy's corpses.
Bai Mo, who had observed the entire process, delved into deeper thoughts beyond just StarCraft.
In his view, what was called an injury, in most cases, stemmed from cellular damage. These mutated phagocytes, however, could engulf damaged and dead cells in an extremely short time and then rapidly convert them into materials usable for producing new cells.
"Doesn't this count as a unique form of hyper-regeneration?"
To verify his new hypothesis, Bai Mo lightly made a small incision on the white mouse, which was still unconscious after defeating the invaders. As a result, this tiny wound healed completely in less than a minute.
Bai Mo felt that his experiment had finally yielded a significant discovery, and he also realized a crucial truth—actively accelerating Spirit Qi-induced evolution was essentially a gamble with one's life.
Like that white mouse, if it hadn't successfully activated its body's potential, it would likely have been completely finished. Even in a better scenario, a Pyrrhic victory against the mutated lysosomes would leave it severely depleted, as was currently the case.
"I don't have any cheat codes, nor do I possess abnormal talents like Yun Jie and the others. My abilities aren't heaven-defying either. My only advantage is discovering the use of Spirit Stones two or three months earlier than everyone else, giving me a head start."
"But if I simply follow the crowd, it won't be long before those with the most outstanding talents leave me far behind. My so-called first-mover advantage will vanish without a trace, and I'll eventually become a second-rate Ability User."
Bai Mo was unwilling to accept this.
"Perhaps Yun Jie was right. We mortals can only fight with our lives on the line." Yun Jie's final words that morning, given his deep immersion in web novels, had left a profound impression on him.
Having decided, Bai Mo actively withdrew his Life Field, relaxed his muscles, and injected all the remaining samples into his body to commence this grand gamble.
At first, he could still use his divine sense to observe his cells battling the army produced by the mutated lysosomes. Since his consciousness was still clear, he watched the war unfolding within his own body like a bystander.
The number of lost cells gradually increased. Even with Bai Mo's body, which was now ninety percent spirit-infused, he still felt a degree of discomfort.
Although the injected amount was nearly a hundred times that of the white mouse, Bai Mo's body was far more than a hundred times stronger than the white mouse's. Thus, Bai Mo remained conscious even half an hour after the injection, unlike the white mouse, which had fallen unconscious shortly after.
"It's already been an hour. The entire mouse experiment took less than an hour previously. Even if my dosage is larger, there shouldn't be absolutely no reaction."
Bai Mo discovered that the battlefield had spread throughout almost his entire body.
However, presumably due to his high degree of spirit energy conversion, even though he had actively relinquished his superficial defenses and directly shifted the battlefield into his body, a stalemate still persisted. In fact, his somatic cells were still suppressing the invading mutated lysosomes.
But not long after, he discovered that the mutated lysosomes within his body were undergoing peculiar changes.
Under his divine sense, he observed the mutated lysosomes' structure beginning to transform, increasingly tending towards a new, independent life form.
These mutated lysosomes seemed amiss to Bai Mo, as if their atavism was progressing further. They now resembled a new single-celled organism more than they had when they first entered his body.
"Could it be that the hypothesis my biology teacher spoke of years ago, regarding the origin of organelles, was actually correct?"
These mutated lysosomes, which were originally only semi-independent, had their atavistic tendencies suppressed by the original body when they were inside the previous girl's body. But after residing in Bai Mo's body for an extended period, they directly completed the remaining steps of atavism, fully reverting to independent organisms and even gaining the ability to self-replicate...
"And it's self-replication using local resources!"
"When playing as the Zerg, it's certainly satisfying to use a Zerg swarm tactic, replenishing forces while fighting. But as an opponent, it's absolutely frustrating."
"However, my cells are Protoss, infused with spirit energy, so they definitely won't lose so easily."
Even at this point, he remained full of confidence in his body and even found time to make a joke.
This "StarCraft" tug-of-war unfolding within Bai Mo's body continued in a stalemate for over ten hours. With insufficient control precision, he remained a passive player, quietly observing the battles happening throughout his body.
Watching his body, controlled by his subconscious, constantly sending his cells to their deaths, he felt a sense of "anger at its lack of fight."
Unfortunately, he lacked the control ability to use psionic power to manipulate every single cell.
As the battle continued, Bai Mo noticed that his body's subconscious control and command over its cells seemed to be gradually improving. From the various suicidal charges of last night, it now understood how to create local numerical superiority to first eliminate small enemy units, and even employed simple guerrilla tactics.
The continuous long-duration, high-intensity mental exertion had utterly exhausted Bai Mo. However, he summoned the same spirit he used for late-night web novel binges—he wouldn't sleep until he finished it!
Under the rapidly improving command of Bai Mo's body consciousness, the cells within his body gradually transitioned from their initial "lives for bullets" strategy to organizing more effective attacks and launched a large-scale counterattack.
"These mutated lysosomes probably won't last much longer. Although they've gained the ability to self-replicate and are no longer an isolated army venturing deep into enemy territory without supplies, the tide has already turned in my favor. No, wait, this thing can't be called a mutated lysosome anymore. It's already an independent organism."
As the battle drew to a close, and after his body's functions largely returned to normal, Bai Mo used tools to take a sample of the mutated lysosomal bacteria from his body and placed it in a freezer for future research.
This live-action StarCraft war lasted a full twenty hours. Thanks to his continually improving subconscious control ability, Bai Mo's body ultimately won the battle.
From an absolute novice at cell manipulation at the start, who knew nothing but how to send cells to their deaths, his subconscious became as efficient as "an autumn wind sweeping fallen leaves" by the eighteenth hour.
The battle losses during the final two hours were practically negligible.
Bai Mo was utterly exhausted. After immediately confirming his body's victory, he didn't even have the energy to check his own gains. He hastily set an alarm for one day later and eagerly climbed into bed to sleep.