Going Viral: How To Survive A System Transmitted Infection And Other Maladies

What To Expect A hilarious pandemic apocalypse set on Earth — UH OH! Everyone on earth just caught mind controlling syphilis and are now fighting it out for a seat on the Galaxies version of Parliment. The System Transmitted Infection Election Campaign will be televised!  PG 15 This show may contains intense violence, scenes of an infectious nature and language unsuitable for newly evolved infections - CAUTION: Wear protection. A fresh LitRPG power system — Hugo unlocks skills and gains evolution levels by consuming the Evolution Potential of the infected he kills. Deep lore and world building — Discover bizarre infections, each one from its own alien world and  each one able to unlock unique powers in their host.  Find the truth behind the corrupt Election Cycles. A reluctant anti-hero with one priority — Find his dog, Toast. Kill any infected that get in his way. Do not become president of the plague council in the process. Fast, high-risk fights — Weak-to-strong progression earned through grit... and stolen genetics. Hey there, I'm Hugo, welcome to the party Dud! Recently we all had the great misfortune of succumbing to a highly contagious and occasionally terminal STI. Hey hey hey, not one of those STIs. This was a System Transmitted Infection and we all caught one of these little blighters. Now, like you and every other schmuck on this planet, I'm stuck competing in the STI Election Campaign for a seat I don't want, on a Plague Council I've never heard of. How do we win, you ask? Earn votes and Go Viral. More on that once you've joined. In the meantime, let me introduce my infection, Captain Crunch. He’s one of the STI’s that opened our genes up to being bolstered by Evolution Energy from infected we kill, giving us Evolution levels and freaking super powers. What’s the downside Hugo? You ask. Well almost everyone else that caught a similar version of interstellar herpes died of sepsis or are now being ridden around like meaty mechsuits, under the complete control of their infection. Only a few of us didn’t integrate fully, we’re colloquially called Duds. They, err, want us dead. To make matters worse, when all this went down, my dog — my best friend Toast — was stuck all the way in oxford. My first Election Campaign promise, “Find Toast and kill any infected that get in the way”. My fluffy idiot needs me and if I have to Go Viral to find him then the Infected Galaxies better be ready for one hell of a fever. Im probably going to need a hand though... So what do you say, do you want to join the party?