Chapter 581, page 580: Things on the West Coast are always so bad.
Its tentacles, like whips, swept through the air.
Another slime's core was split in two.
Thirteen shook its tentacles in disgust, getting rid of the evil residue on them.
This is the sixteenth one already.
In the distance, among the jagged, gray-brown rocks, several figures could be vaguely seen hopping and skipping closer.
These slimes aren't strong; at least they pose no threat to Thirteen, who possesses the body of a knight.
What troubled it more than these annoying but weak evils was its own situation.
Suddenly dumped in this barren and desolate edge of the world, with sparse fungal carpets, without any mission or instructions, even inquiries to the fungal master went unanswered.
Of course, it's perfectly normal for a mushroom owner to ignore a particular mushroom, but given the current situation, Thirteen felt bewildered.
It tried to move towards areas with more abundant fungal carpet, but found itself restricted from going there, clearly by the fungal owner.
I feel like I've been banished.
Did it do something wrong?
Thirteen stopped unconsciously waving his tentacles and began to seriously reflect on his recent actions.
They led the black demon to eat Number Seven and Number Eight, but the demon had a particularly good appetite that day and ate half of it as well.
Hide the Black Demon's glass ball in someone else's mushroom house and watch the Black Demon find its way there by following the scent.
I made a promise with Twelve to explore the closed caves in the underground city together, but then I immediately tattled on it to the fungus master on the fungus network.
Hmm... Thinking about it carefully, I didn't do anything particularly outrageous, did I?
Did the other mushroom clans vote to expel him from the mushroom clan?
Thirteen is aware that his compatriots don't really like it.
I've been avoiding it from a distance lately.
Thirteen also reflected on this, perhaps he shouldn't always be the one to screw over other mushrooms.
But each time it succeeds, the mixed emotions of shock, confusion, fear, and even anger sensed through the microbial network always make it unable to stop.
If you just honestly grow mushrooms, what's the point of mushroom life?
It felt that its biggest problem was probably its lack of patience. Whenever it saw even the slightest opportunity to create a "small accident," it couldn't help but act immediately.
However, it's not a big deal for the Mushroom Clan to be eaten by the Black Demon once or twice.
In the very first few times, everyone's emotions fluctuated quite a bit.
Even after being captured, the compatriots at most complained a few times in the mushroom web, "It's so troublesome to be reborn again." There was even a strange sense of excitement when Number Seven was swallowed up...
As a result, Number Thirteen failed to fully savor those complex and wonderful emotions as expected. Instead, due to his frequent misbehavior, he was completely isolated and ostracized by his fellow countrymen.
It had just made up its mind to work hard to correct its lack of patience, and then it was thrown into this godforsaken place.
Sitting on a small patch of thin fungal carpet, Number Thirteen, with his mushroom cap hanging down, pondered what to do now that he couldn't return to the fungal carpet.
Suddenly, they came into view of two inhuman figures in the distance.
...
A panting succubus and a nearly broken old goblin were supporting each other, leaning against a jagged rock, looking as if they had just finished a deadly marathon.
"Did you...did you shake it off?" The succubus Mengya almost collapsed on the rock, her chest heaving violently, her tail drooping limply to the ground. She stomped on a slime that had come close by, splattering sticky juice all over the ground.
"Shh—Quiet!" The old goblin stinky fish pricked up his pointed ears, held his breath, and listened carefully for a while until he found only the sound of slimes throbbing. He then let out a long sigh of relief. "The fake tracks I left behind... probably worked. We should be safe for now."
"I'm exhausted!" Mengya sighed, sweat streaming down her alluring face. "Those cowardly bastards! If they're so capable, why don't they storm the Imperial regular army at the port? Chasing us two old women and children through three mountain valleys, what kind of skill is that!"
After catching her breath, she couldn't help but complain again: "This hellish road from the port to High Fortress is too dangerous! It's full of human adventurer teams... I bet it won't be long before the west coast is flying human flags again. What are those big shots in the Empire up to?"
Goblin Stinky Fish wiped the sweat from his face, his voice hoarse: "What can we do? There's only a short waterway between the Empire and the port, and the recent ship loss rate is almost half! Who dares to go to sea now? Any officer who dares to mention 'set sail' is guaranteed to fall into the sea the next day and become food for those monsters!"
Stinky Fish got angry as he spoke, poking Mengya with his withered finger: "Besides, it's all your fault! You were so eager to run into that damned human again. Even after the mission was over, you lingered in this place for so long that you missed the last ship back to the Empire! Now look what's happened, you can't go back even if you want to!"
"I'm a succubus! What's wrong with me being unable to resist a rare good man?!" Mengya tossed her purple hair and answered confidently.
Stinky Fish was so angry he laughed, revealing his uneven, yellow teeth: "So, did you get to eat it? Hmm? The noble succubus lady? I seem to remember the way she looked at you was no different from how she looked at this wrinkled old goblin of mine! For such wishful thinking, you've ended up looking like a stray dog now!"
"You...you...I saved you last time..."
"Let's not talk about the past. Without me these past two days, how many times have you been ripped off by human adventurers?"
The two argued back and forth, but as the argument went on, their voices gradually grew softer.
Finally, almost simultaneously, they all deflated and slumped onto the cold stone.
After a long silence.
"Then... what do we do next?" Mengya asked listlessly, her tail tip idly sweeping the ground.
"Take a gamble, continue through the area frequented by human adventurers, and head towards High Fortress," the old goblin stinky fish said dryly. "Or... turn back to the port."
"Go back to the port? We can't just stay cooped up in that crappy place forever, can we?"
Stinky Fish wiped his face and analyzed seriously:
"They won't stay hidden forever. If the Empire can resolve this mess at sea, the sea route will naturally open, and we can just take a ship back. But if they can't..."
"If this problem can't be solved, the port area will lose its value. Continuing to fill it with magic life and resources will only be a waste."
"After a while, the higher-ups will probably issue an order for a large-scale, organized evacuation by land. When that happens, we can go with the rest of the group. It's better than the two of us trying to make it on our own now."
Mengya nodded, but then sighed several times.
Waiting for the evacuation with the main force would certainly be safe, but it would also mean wasting who knows how much time. And then, after finally making their way back to the Empire…
She dared not even imagine how her harsh boss would deal with her for this delay.
Perhaps the next special mission will be to send her directly to that legendary, haunted place where "spies disappear faster than morning dew"—the Mushroom Capital.
After a short rest and regaining some strength, the two demons dejectedly turned around and headed back towards the port. Just then, Mengya caught a glimpse of a lone figure in the distance out of the corner of her eye.
"What's wrong?" Stinky Fish, who was walking in front, immediately noticed her pause and asked in a low voice, alert.
Mengya pointed her slender tail at the distant Puji, her tone somewhat uncertain: "Do you think it's possible we've encountered a Mushroom Clan member?"
"The Mushroom Clan? The Empire has sent out so many people and still hasn't found them. You still expect them to be here..." Stinky Fish habitually chuckled and turned around, but the sarcastic words got stuck in his throat halfway through.
His cloudy old eyes narrowed, staring intently at the little creature.
As they observed it, the little creature seemed to sense their gaze and slowly raised its round mushroom cap.
Although Puji has no facial features, Chouyu still feels that the other person is watching them!
Moreover, this is a marginal area with extremely low creep coverage, and ordinary puji (a type of insect) will almost never stay here for long.
Moreover, the reaction of this Puji seems to be different from that of a normal Puji.
Stinky Fish's voice became a little hoarse with anticipation:
"Could it be... that she really is a mushroom tribe member?"
(End of this chapter)
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