The Mushroom's Silent Struggle Chapter 62

Adrian An was dreaming.

The sound of rain, the sound of dripping rain.

The water droplets hit the broad leaves, flowed down along the intertwined veins, dripped on the edges, rustled into the bushes, flowed down along the roots of the old trees, and seeped into the moist soil. It was a humid rainy season, and his memory began from there. The whole world was a rain.

He was a spore that floated down from the cap of a mushroom and was blown into the soil by the wind before the rain. He seemed to be sleeping until he smelled the moist water vapor after the rain.

Everything was out of his control. In the moist soil, the hyphae stretched out, grew longer, branched, extended outward, and aggregated. From a spore smaller than a grain of sand, he grew into a mass of hyphae that had taken shape, and then pulled out a fungus stem and grew a cap.