Chapter 59: The King's Legacy and the Fire Mage’s Reward He had to move forward. He had to find a way. He pushed himself to move forward by crawling through the destroyed remains of the kingdom. He chose to obey the system's requirements despite the situation. Because in the end. He didn’t want to die. The wasteland wind blew away the remaining smoke particles into the sky. A heavenly object descended among the burned-out ruins of the kingdom. The small mushroom’s eyes flickered. A muffled sound traveled across the empty space. Something had landed nearby. He shifted his eyes to study the object. A solitary half-destroyed tree stood nearby where he saw it. A strange structure had appeared. The structure's smooth exterior seemed to belong to

Chapter 61: The Poison Master Triumph The boy swallowed, regaining his composure. A slow breath escaped his lips, though his fingers still twitched from the near disaster. He straightened himself, brushing off the momentary lapse in control."Thank you," he said, his voice carrying an undertone of relief.Without another word, he reached out, this time carefully taking the vial from the mage’s outstretched hand. In a swift motion, he tucked it safely into his inventory, ensuring no further mishaps.His focus immediately shifted back to the Mushroom King’s Crown. The moment of tension had passed, and his excitement surged once more.He cradled the crown in his hands, his fingers running over the fine craftsmanship. The weight of it, the feel of its cold metal against his skin. it was intoxicating. His lips curled into a pleased smile, his voice barely above a murmur."I finally have it for myself… It truly is a won

Chapter 63: Portal of the Newborn Braves She had been watching the entire process, tilting her head in confusion. Seeing that the teleportation had failed, she grunted softly, nudging at the ground as if waiting for an explanation. He sighed. “Guess we’re walking.” She blinked. Then, after a short pause, she grunted again and remained still. He frowned. Something wasn’t right. A moment ago, she had been eager to move forward. yet now, she wasn’t responding. Instead, she stood completely still, her small frame frozen in place. His brows furrowed as he stepped closer. “Hey. What’s wrong?” Still no response. His eyes narrowed. Had her condition returned? Was she feeling weak again? His mind raced through possibilities, searching for an explanation. “Do you need another health potion?” No reaction. He exhaled sharply. “I told you, just hold on a little longer. We’re almost there. Once we get to the village, I’ll figure out a way to fix whatever’s wrong with you.” Still,

Chapter 65: A Forbidden Orchard Beneath the Watchful Carved Eyes In this pitiful state of physical depletion and mental fog, Yuno, the sentient mushroom, could hardly muster the strength to forage. His mycelium threads twitched weakly beneath his soft body, the dryness in the air making every movement feel like dragging bark across sharp gravel. Hunger gnawed at him with every second like a thousand ants crawling beneath his cap, biting him from the inside. The pile of fruit before him looked suspicious—too suspicious. Yet hunger made fools of kings and cowards of warriors. It made even fungi question their instincts. He debated with himself bitterly, his spore-scarred heart pounding in his soft body. "Should I just let it bite me? Should I surrender to whatever trap this is? Heaven only helps those who help themselves... but is that even true in a place like this?" His glowing cap flickered dimly in frustration. "Still, why the hell does Piglet act like nothing's wrong? Does it no

Chapter 67: Whispers Beneath the Feathered Sky The massive blue-feathered bird shrieked as it plummeted from the sky, its talons outstretched and its mouth gaping wide like the maw of a dragon. Its beady eyes were locked on a small child with vibrant hair the same hue as its feathers—an eerie resemblance that only added to the cruelty of the moment. The boy had tripped near the city gate, clutching a wooden sword in his small hands, too slow to dodge, too helpless to scream. Time seemed to freeze, the crowd around the boy paralyzed in a collective breath of horror. Then, with a piercing snap that cut through the silence like a whip, the first iron arrow shot through the air. It struck the monster squarely in its open beak, burying deep into the soft flesh where its tongue should’ve been. The bird jerked backward mid-flight, the scream it tried to let out muffled by the cold, unforgiving steel. More arrows followed—swift, brutal, and precise. One embedded itself in its chest, anothe