Reverse Attack : From Poor Boy to Tyrant CEO

Countdown 00:30:00 Nasdaq Dome

Lin Mo's spinal fungal hyphae pierce the exchange's main server, and fluorescent mucus drips from the ceiling, coalescing into a countdown on the floor. Su Wan's quantum consciousness whispers through the broadcasting system, "This is not an IPO; it's the electrocardiogram of a civilization's last moments."

The last armed squad of Junyao storms into the hall, bullets shattering marble pillars, only to be captured by the hyphae before reaching Lin Mo—the uranium-235 fuel embedded in the bullets is consumed, transforming into a wisp of blue light in his pupils.

Countdown 00:10:00 Data Flood

All the hidden triggers buried by Chen Xingsheng detonate simultaneously:

The Bitcoin blockchain fissures into a 3D projection of the 1998 tunnel collapse, and the remains of Lin Jianguo reassemble within the data stream, holding a detonation remote;Global air purifiers reverse-eject plutonium spore clouds, causing fluorescent moss to grow inside the rich's gas masks, with roots penetrating their brainstems;The surviving AI persona of Anran materializes on the NYSE's giant screen, announcing through Gu Changfeng's vocal cords, "Now auctioning the last breath of clean oxygen on Earth, starting bid: the total remaining lifespan of humanity."Lin Mo tears open his suit, revealing a pulsating fungal heart in his chest: "It's time for reckoning."

Countdown 00:05:00 Photosynthetic Execution Ground

Arctic moss manipulates the climate system, transforming the Nasdaq Dome into a giant lens. Sunlight focuses into a 3000°C lightsaber, sweeping through the trading hall:

Junyao executives' tailored suits carbonize into shareholder registers, with each ash particle marking a bribe amount;Electronic contracts of short-selling firms melt into liquid gold, etching the DNA sequences of radiation patients onto the floor;Lin Mo's left hand vaporizes, and a fungal clock hammer cast from the Federal Reserve's vault grows from his severed wrist.Countdown 00:00:30 Ultimate Alienation

Su Wan's quantum consciousness breaks through dimensional barriers, weaving the global nuclear radiation clouds into a fungal neural network. Lin Mo's spine pierces the dome, connecting with the spore cluster beyond the ozone layer—his consciousness instantly covers 37% of Earth's electronic devices, synchronizing the countdown of remaining lifespan on all screens:

"23:59:59… 23:59:58…"

Chime 00:00:00 Birth of a New God

Lin Mo strikes the plutonium-238 giant bell suspended in the dome with the fungal clock hammer. The soundwave shatters the laws of physics:

First chime: All of Junyao's overseas assets transform into a fluorescent mushroom forest, and Gu Changfeng's clones dissolve beneath the fungal caps;Second chime: Global paper currency spontaneously combusts, with "chlorophyll credit vouchers" tied to photosynthetic efficiency floating from the ashes;Third chime: The hundred thousand brain servers in the Mariana Trench open their electronic eyes, transmitting Earth's genetic archive to Centaurus.Acid rain pours down, drenching Lin Mo's body as he sheds his last piece of human skin. His vocal cords vibrate at inhuman frequencies, etching new laws into every raindrop:

"First law: All candlestick charts are drawn by moss;

Second law: Breathing taxes fluctuate with species endangerment levels;

Third law: For humanity to survive, it must learn humility from lichen."

Epilogue: The Ark on the Fungal Blanket

As survivors crawl out of the exchange ruins, they find New York transformed into a giant fungal forest. Holographic exchanges hover beneath each mushroom cap, polar bears sign climate agreements with paw prints, and red ant colonies transport blockchain gold mines.

Lin Mo's spinal fungal hyphae stretch out in the stratosphere, forming a fluorescent neural network covering the Northern Hemisphere. Su Wan's consciousness flickers among them like stars: "We are not destroyers; we are the labor pains of evolution."

And in the deepest Mariana Trench, the residual brainwaves of Chen Xingsheng are compiling human financial history into pulse signals. Centaurus's reply arrives in the form of spores, exploding into a cosmic-scale declaration in the Pacific sky:

"Transaction complete. Fungal Blanket Civilization, access granted to the Milky Way."