Global Mutation: The Hunger System-Chapter 72: The Gilded Canopy
The transition into the Old World financial district was marked by a sudden, suffocating increase in structural density and localized biological corruption.
The sprawling, multi-lane avenues of the commercial grid narrowed into deep, claustrophobic canyons of shattered glass and rusted steel. The towering skyscrapers here did not simply lean; they completely converged. Hundreds of feet above the cracked asphalt, the massive architectural crowns of the banking monoliths had collapsed into each other, creating a permanent, jagged ceiling of dead steel.
The bioluminescent flora had completely colonized the artificial cavern. Thick, pulsating vines the size of subway trains spider-webbed across the structural beams, dripping a constant, highly acidic green sap onto the street below.
Ren walked directly through the corrosive rain.
His massive, two-hundred-and-seventy-pound frame absorbed the heavy drops of acid without a single flinch. The heavy, matte-black ballistic canvas of his military trench coat hissed and smoked violently, but the thick Kevlar weaving held together. Where the sap struck his bare, exposed chest, it simply beaded up and rolled off the pitch-black, tungsten-sheened surface of his Iron Skin. The highly volatile liquid completely failed to compromise his Level 32 abyssal-grey alloy.
Chloe walked exactly three feet behind him, entirely shielded beneath the broad, towering overhang of his shoulders.
She kept her night-vision goggles pulled down over her eyes, the grainy green hue illuminating the thick, knee-deep carpet of rotting, glowing moss that covered the Old World concrete. The air was incredibly heavy, tasting sharply of oxidized copper, vaporized acid, and the putrid, decaying smell of billions of dollars in ruined paper currency mulching into the earth.
"The ambient mana concentration is spiking," Ren stated, his deep, resonant voice vibrating directly through the humid, stagnant air. His completely solid violet eyes scanned the massive, rusted brass revolving doors of the monolithic skyscraper directly to their left. "The high-tier anomalies in this grid do not roam. They have established localized, fortified hives within the reinforced banking vaults."
The building was the First Continental Reserve. The massive, granite columns flanking the entrance were heavily cracked, completely wrapped in thick, pulsing green vines.
Chloe tightened her grip on the FN P90 submachine gun, her unmutated heart hammering against her Level III-A plate carrier. "Are we going inside?"
"The highest density of evolutionary energy requires extraction," Ren replied, turning his heavy combat boots toward the rusted brass doors.
Before he could reach the massive, overgrown steps of the bank, the thick carpet of bioluminescent moss beneath their boots violently shifted.
The System overlay flashed a stark, aggressive red warning across Ren’s retinas.
[Warning: High-Tier Flora Detected.] [Verdant-Gore Manipulator (Lvl 34)] [Status: Ambush / Parasitic]
The predator was not a beast of bone and carapace. It was the environment itself.
The massive, train-sized vines wrapping the granite columns of the bank suddenly writhed with terrifying, fluid speed. They whipped downward, completely sealing off the massive brass doors in an impenetrable wall of thick, jagged thorns. Simultaneously, the knee-deep moss beneath them erupted.
Thousands of razor-sharp, hyper-tensile tendrils shot upward from the cracked asphalt, aiming to instantly bind Ren and Chloe in a localized, biological cage and drag them down into the acidic root system.
The Manipulator possessed a highly advanced, parasitic intelligence. Its localized network covered the entire financial plaza. Upon sensing Ren standing around with no expression, the massive plant anomaly was suddenly worried whether this dense, dark silhouette would be able to meet digestive expectations. The ambush required the prey to panic in the spur of the moment and had a high degree of difficulty. Within a second, the prey had to exhaust themselves fighting the vines so the neuro-toxins could take effect; this was a real test of a survivor’s panic response.
Unfortunately for the Manipulator, Ren’s true stats were completely suppressed deep within his marrow, so the flora could not see his Level 32 features. It was not until the tendrils snapped shut around his heavy combat boots that the overgrown anomaly could finally feel his perfectly anchored, immovable mass.
The Manipulator hissed, a wet, rustling sound of thousands of leaves grinding together. It aggressively deployed its secondary weapon.
Massive, bulbous pods hanging from the overhead canopy violently ruptured, dropping a thick, blinding cloud of highly concentrated, mind-altering yellow spores directly over the plaza.
"Do not inhale!" Ren commanded, his voice a low, localized rumble.
Chloe immediately dropped to one knee, burying her face completely into the heavy military thermal blankets strapped to her chest, holding her breath with terrifying desperation.
The thick yellow spore cloud entirely engulfed Ren.
The Manipulator anticipated seeing a joke. The neuro-toxin was designed to instantly liquefy a human’s central nervous system, trapping them in a state of paralyzed, agonizing hallucinations while the acid slowly digested their armor. The plant intelligence waited for the massive, trench-coat-clad figure to collapse screaming onto the asphalt.
Ren simply stood in the center of the toxic cloud, his glowing violet eyes entirely unblinking.
He didn’t hold his breath. He inhaled deeply.
The massive, roaring biological furnace of his Gluttony skill easily recognized the highly concentrated mana laced within the neuro-toxin. It didn’t poison him; it simply acted as airborne caloric fuel. The localized furnace instantly incinerated the hallucinogenic properties, converting the raw spores directly into a minor stamina boost.
[Gluttony Activated.] [Consumed: Airborne Parasitic Spores.] [Vitality +1]
The Manipulator was speechless...where did the wasteland find this gem? This level of biological filtration is comparable to that of an international super-hazmat unit!
"Your chemical warfare parameters are fundamentally obsolete," Ren stated, his deep voice cutting cleanly through the settling yellow dust.
He looked down at the thousands of razor-sharp tendrils wrapped tightly around his heavy combat boots and calves. The thorns were actively trying to pierce his Iron Skin, sparking violently against the pitch-black tungsten alloy and completely failing to draw even a single drop of blood.
Ren didn’t bother drawing the Crimson vibro-sword. Utilizing a localized bladed weapon to cut thousands of microscopic vines was highly inefficient.
[Skill Activated: Rending Claws]
The ten-inch, pitch-black talons erupted violently from his knuckles. He didn’t slash at the ground. He bent his massive, two-hundred-and-seventy-pound frame perfectly in half, plunging both of his heavily armored, bare arms directly into the thick, glowing green moss.
He bypassed the superficial tendrils entirely. He drove his dark talons completely through the cracked Old World asphalt, burying his hands three feet deep into the pulverized concrete and soil beneath the street.
He found the primary, localized taproot of the massive Level 34 anomaly.
It was a thick, pulsing artery of biological wood and acidic sap, easily the width of a commercial water main.
Ren gripped the massive root. The thick, pulsing sapphire veins on his neck and forearms flared into a blinding, furious cobalt. He anchored his heavy combat boots against the ruined street, completely locking the hyper-condensed muscle fibers in his broad back and shoulders.
He channeled the absolute maximum output of his Level 32 Strength, leaning backward with uncontested, localized kinetic torque.
He didn’t just pull the vine. He physically uprooted the entire plaza.
The deafening, explosive sound of shattering asphalt and snapping Old World concrete echoed violently through the financial canyon. A massive, forty-foot-wide section of the street violently buckled and exploded upward.
The Verdant-Gore Manipulator shrieked in absolute, structural agony.
Ren ripped the massive, subterranean root system completely out of the earth. The thick, train-sized vines wrapped around the bank columns instantly went completely slack, their biological tension snapping like severed guitar strings. The impenetrable wall of thorns blocking the brass doors withered and collapsed into a pile of rotting grey ash in a matter of seconds.
Ren pulled the massive, thrashing root entirely out of the crater, exposing the thick, glowing green core embedded perfectly in the center of the wooden mass.
He raised his right combat boot and brought the heavy, rubber sole down in a brutal, localized stomp directly onto the protective wooden casing.
CRUNCH.
The thick wood shattered into splinters. The massive plant anomaly went entirely limp, its thousands of tendrils dissolving into a puddle of foul, acidic slime.
[Target Dead: Verdant-Gore Manipulator (Lvl 34)] [Experience Gained: 55,000]
Ren reached into the splintered, acidic ruin and extracted the core. It was a massive, perfectly smooth emerald sphere, pulsing with heavy, terrestrial mana.
He tossed the heavy sphere into his jaws and crushed it instantly.
[Gluttony Activated.] [Consumed: Verdant-Gore Core (Lvl 34)] [Strength +4] [Vitality +3]
The massive influx of high-tier stats hit his completely saturated bloodstream, his Level 32 architecture effortlessly absorbing the density. The dark, iridescent obsidian plates of his Chitin Shell thickened, grinding heavily against the matte-black canvas of his coat.
The toxic yellow spore cloud entirely dissipated, blown away by the heavy, humid draft of the avenue.
Chloe slowly lowered the thermal blankets from her face, her chest heaving as she dragged clean air into her burning lungs. She looked at the massive, forty-foot crater in the center of the street, and the towering, dark executioner standing over the pulverized remains of the localized ambush.
"The structural impediment is removed," Ren stated, his violet eyes locking onto the completely exposed, heavy brass doors of the First Continental Reserve.
Ren steps heavily over the massive, shattered roots, his boots crunching over the ruined asphalt, driving his towering, Level 32 frame directly toward the dark, cavernous entrance of the Old World bank, entirely prepared to descend into the vault and harvest the financial district’s true hoarded wealth.
