The day before the celebration.0

The assimilation had proceeded unexpectedly smoothly and it was completed within a single night.0

Little Feather, who had stepped into the reactor room, had already merged with the sea of Slime Mold and become the new queen ruling over it.8

That sea of Slime Mold surged as if it was boiling, every cell cheering for its new master.1

With the control of the Hive switching hands, the bloodthirsty crimson hue had faded slightly. The grotesqueness of blood was replaced by a more pleasant pink.4

The Slime Mold from the desert, which had been competing with the shelter for two generations, lacked large-scale spore-release abilities. Through long evolution, it had already abandoned that form of information exchange.0

Instead, it communicated through sound, just like humans.0

Falling Feather was momentarily stunned. "But if they...0