Chapter 495, Section 494: A City That Shouldn't Exist
Lin Jun is a mushroom with a broad mind.
The reason for stuffing the Sword Saint into the Puji was simply to test the Sunstone's abilities.
As for the skills [Delicious] and [Alluring Fragrance], they were purely random selections made during the testing of skill loading functions. They were absolutely not due to any resentment towards the Sword Saint's casual attitude of not taking Puji seriously and not caring whether to kill or release him.
The terrifying power of the Blood Calamity Artifact is still fresh in our minds. Even if the Sunstone, which is also an artifact, is not good at attacking, it should not only have the single function of shaping souls and creating mushrooms. There must be other functions that it has not yet developed.
It now appears that the purpose of this artifact is closely related to the soul.
In theory, Lin Jun could use it to stuff any soul into Puji's body.
In reality, the souls of ordinary people are easily swallowed by greed and then completely absorbed into the world; Lin Jun has no means to hold them back.
The Sword Saint's soul was only held in this way because the "Extreme Sword" was too difficult to digest.
Interestingly, once the Sword Saint possessed the mushroom body, the digestion process of [Sword Extreme] came to a standstill.
And when the body dies, digestion continues.
The experiment is almost over. Should we let the Sword Saint continue to be a mere poop, or should we completely digest the [Sword's Ultimate] and send him to his death?
Lin Jun is kind-hearted, so she decided to let him stay for a while.
In any case, everything about the Sword Saint is now under his control, and the greatest resistance he can offer is simply to refuse to cooperate.
Moreover, as long as the other party still cares about the survival of humanity, has concerns such as Fifteen, and is still concerned about the future of this world, he believes that this former sword saint will understand how to choose.
...
Looking at Marshal Puji, who had revealed his identity and sat on the heavily armored throne, wearing a bright red cloak, countless thoughts flashed through Elwayne's mind.
"You are the master of the fungus?"
"Genuine and authentic." The marshal tilted his mushroom cap gracefully, his cloak swaying gently in the breeze.
Resisting the urge to complain about the ceremonial figure fanning itself beside it, Elvein raised its mycelial tentacles and pointed at the short, fat body: "What exactly is your purpose?"
"Why don't you come and see for yourself?" Lin Jun controlled Marshal Puji to extend his tentacles toward Elwayne.
Without the slightest hesitation, Elwayne's tentacles immediately wrapped around him.
Having lost everything, he had no reason to be timid or hesitant; all he needed now was the truth.
They pulled him to stand beside the throne, and the heavily armored figure slowly set off, surrounded by the honor guard.
The surrounding numbered Puji cast envious glances, and whispers echoed through the fungal network, "That's great, I want to stand on it too."
Standing atop the heavy armored pouch, Elwayne witnessed a sight that defied belief.
When he first met the lizardmen, he thought he was in demon territory, but he quickly realized that he was wrong.
Lizardmen, half-demons, demons, humans, dwarves, and even elves?!
Such a diverse mix of races lived together, yet they did not exist in a relationship of enslavement and subjugation.
He saw a dwarf chatting and laughing with a lizardman, a demon squatting in front of an elf carefully recording the list of materials the elf needed, and a half-demon sitting at a table with a human, sharing a steaming bowl of fluorescent mushroom porridge.
They seemed to completely ignore the racial divide and hatred.
For Elwin, who had spent half his life fighting against demons, this scene completely overturned his understanding.
He did not stubbornly believe that all demons were villains; in fact, throughout his long career, he had encountered many respectable demon opponents.
However, he knew all too well that racial hatred was not something that could be easily resolved.
Perhaps individual humans and demons can become friends, but it is always difficult for groups to coexist peacefully.
The harmonious scene before him, seemingly without racial boundaries, was beyond his comprehension.
Elwin didn't say much, but continued to stand on the heavy armored pouch and observe his surroundings.
As the honor guard stepped out of the underground city of Shibao, a cold wind carrying snowflakes rushed towards them.
Looking around, the world was a vast expanse of white.
Elvien then realized that he was in the far north.
The heavily armored figure scurried towards the Fungus Castle, encountering many more races along the way.
Bearman, snakeman, horned demon, shapeshifter, succubus...
This place is like a melting pot that embraces everything, and Elvion has also noticed the common traits among these residents.
Each person was completely symbiotic with the mycelium, with a few feverish puffy creatures following behind them.
When the Marshal passed by, everyone, regardless of race, would stop what they were doing and bow in respect from a distance.
It wasn't the cautious, respectful way commoners in the kingdom would treat nobles.
In fact, before they had gone far, those guys were already excitedly discussing where the Marshal was going to wander around again.
What surprised Elvien even more was their way of communicating; almost everyone used fluent telepathy, a skill that the kingdom's Puji Masters did not possess.
The more Elwin saw, the more doubts arose in his mind.
Until the honor guard arrived at Mushroom Castle—a city in the far north that was so prosperous that it was unimaginable!
As many tribes in the North surrendered one after another under the call of love, even though Lin Jun had begun to divert the population to build a new city, Mushroom Castle, as the most complete city in all aspects, still reached an unprecedented population size.
The streets were bustling with people, and residents of all ethnicities naturally avoided the giant earth-burrowing machine that spewed out hot air to heat the city.
They talked about the harsh winter, the rewards for newly released tasks, or who had made a down payment and settled down in Fungus Castle.
The bustling scene gave Elwin a momentary illusion that he had arrived in Oath City.
At that moment, he was finally convinced that the city before him had indeed achieved harmonious coexistence among multiple races.
"How on earth did they do that?" Elwin finally couldn't contain his confusion. "How can they coexist with their sworn enemy race without any reservations?"
The marshal's mycelial tentacles gracefully wrapped around himself: "It's very simple, just treat each member equally... treat every member equally."
Elvien didn't think the matter was as simple as this so-called "fungus master" made it out to be.
His gaze swept over the overly new buildings in the city, the chisel marks on the stone still clearly visible, indicating that this power had not been around for long.
Given the Empire's style, it would never tolerate such a potential threat from the north. It must have quietly risen to power while the war between humans and demons kept them preoccupied with other matters.
Thinking of the war between humans and demons, Elwayne finally asked the question that mattered most to her:
"What's the state of Three Mountain City now? And what about humanity? You should know, right?"
Lin Jun didn't hide anything: "After you died, due to some unexpected events, humanity temporarily survived a calamity. However, this peace probably won't last long. In fact, the Empire is far from the greatest threat facing humanity!"
"Didn't you ask me what my purpose was?" The marshal suddenly stood on the throne, flicking his cloak behind him. "I want to save humanity, save the demons... save this world!"
A little chick was exaggerating about wanting to save the world, but Elwayne didn't laugh. Instead, she had some doubts in her mind.
After all, this "fungus master" has already shown me too many incredible things!
“You can go and check on the situation of humans yourself if you want, but before that, how about we make a deal?” The marshal chuckled and leaned closer. “Don’t worry, we have common interests, and the terms of the deal won’t put you in a difficult position.”
(End of this chapter)
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