Mushroom Lord in the Underground City-Chapter 336 - 328: Let’s Go, Half-demon!

What’s it like to be a captive in the Land of the Far North?

If you ask former Half-demon Leader Bastardos for a review, he’d sum it up in two words: It’s okay.

Everyday life is like a precision Magic Array running in a loop, assembly, lineup, running exercises, labor... over and over, so monotonous it numbs the mind.

But fortunately, although the rules are strict, there is no deliberate abuse or oppression.

As for food, every meal is filled with Magic Power and only Magic Power mushrooms, with almost no seasoning except for salt.

After several months, eating has become purely a need to sustain life, with nothing to do with enjoyment.

Of course, this excludes those who have given up, squandering Contribution Points daily for Delicious mushrooms, effectively turning a "three-year sentence" into "life imprisonment."

In this land of monotony intertwined with cold, all captives are being subtly worn down into obedient "mushrooms" in the Mushroom Garden.

This feeling...

Bastardos thought, was unexpectedly nice.

After that brief but fierce defeat, he lost most of his clan, yet he suddenly realized.

Born a Half-demon, the more one pursues status and Power, the more likely they are to fall into unforeseen traps, ultimately to their detriment.

Only by emptying the mind and going with the flow can one find inner peace.

This monotonous captive life, to him, was like a cleansing spiritual practice, elevating his entire magical life.

However, clearly, Marshal Puki did not care about the waves his inner experiences had stirred.

"Young man, feel honored! There’s a glorious mission for you! Once completed, the benefits will be huge!"

Standing on a Fat Otaku Puki and placing the fungal tendrils on Bastardos’s shoulder, the 162-year-old couldn’t help but ponder the age of Marshal Puki.

"Right, Ba..." Marshal Puki seemed to pause as if searching for something, "Bastardos, do you know how to use a bow?"

Upon receiving a positive response, the Elf Longbow that Lin Jun had accidentally picked up in the Divine Wood Dungeon was soon handed to this Half-demon.

Looking at the bow in his hand, feeling the Power flowing through it, Bastardos knew it was a good thing, but he hesitated and then frankly said, "Boss, although I can use a bow, melee... is actually my forte."

Before he finished speaking, his left arm swung swiftly, claws leaving afterimages, slicing through a rock beside him like tofu, instantly dividing it into several parts!

Almost simultaneously, his tail, which bore the Enchanting Demon feature of a heart shape, darted out with agility, stabbing fiercely to skew the four pieces of rock midair onto the tip of his tail!

Bastardos narrowed his long eyes, purple pupils swirling with light.

This Marshal Puki, who once defeated the tribal alliances to the point of ruin, stood defenseless so close to him.

Close enough that... if he wanted, he could easily cut and string up the round Marshal Puki in front of him, just like these broken stones...

Poof—

Marshal Puki jumped onto his head, covering his face with a crimson cloak.

"No melee," the boss’s irritating voice came from above, "The enemy carries ’disease,’ getting close will get you infected! Try using your new bow!"

Feeling the weighty, soft sensation from the boss who seemingly didn’t intend to leave his head, Bastardos helplessly lifted the cloak from his face and began to examine the weapon in his hand.

The testing process wasn’t complicated, and the bow’s characteristics were soon understood.

It allows the user to preset a final target point. Once the point is determined, no matter the angle from which the Arrow is shot, it will draw a standard and perfect symmetrical arc to the preset target point, achieving a surprising effect.

But that’s all it is.

It’s not a Magic Arrow that will track automatically, nor can it intelligently avoid obstacles along the path.

This is a skill weapon that can turn the mundane into the miraculous in the hands of a true archer, but is useless to a novice.

As for Bastardos, though not a world-class expert, he was considered skilled and reliable.

Seeing the Half-demon had grasped the method of use, Lin Jun handed over a backpack Puki filled with Arrows.

At the same time, the voice Puki, hidden inside Marshal Puki’s hat, crawled out and, to Bastardos’ almost despairing gaze, Entangled itself around his arm.

"So," Bastardos sighed again, resigning to fate as he asked, "what do you want me to do?"

"If you’re a man, head down to the fifteenth floor?"

"?"

...

On the way past the tenth-floor stairs, Bastardos brushed shoulders with a Werewolf.

The Werewolf’s eyes were dazed, following a guiding purple Puki blankly.

With Enchanting Demon blood, Bastardos recognized at a glance that the Werewolf was clearly Charmed!

He recalled the tailless lizardman he saw earlier waiting outside the stairs, indicating a mature process was in place.

After a few more glances, the Half-demon averted his eyes.

Nothing strange, just ordinary human trafficking, something his tribe once did a lot of.

Then, he passed through the Rift on the Seventh Floor again, stepping into the realm of the Divine Wood Dungeon.

After a moment of visual shock, the Half-demon began his journey of exploration in the Underground City, with the voice Puki on his arm inexplicably exclaiming, "Let’s go, Dylan No. 2!"

...

Meanwhile, a Scout Puki with green cloth tied to its foot, clutching an item between its short legs, flapped away toward the city from the direction of the Divine Wood Dungeon.

A Ranger of the Forest Patrol noticed the Puki and wanted to catch it for a look, only to be stopped by a companion.

"Don’t bother," the companion nodded toward the rolling figure, "It’s Lord Salian’s little sister’s new pet, always running around here."

"Just letting it roam free? Not afraid of it becoming a snack for Demons?"

The Elf companion just shrugged; who knew what that Mage Lord and his peculiar sister were thinking.

...

At the edge of Tree City, in a cabin built leaning against a giant tree, Salian and his teacher, Ilo, the chief magical advisor to the Elf King, had just finalized the last details of the monitoring Array.

The so-called "monitoring Array" was essentially converting a combined Magic he created personally into an Array to achieve effects.

Deploying it at various nodes in the city would achieve comprehensive monitoring, counteracting those radicals appearing in the city recently.

"Then I’ll be heading back, teacher!"

"Salian," Ilo called out to him, asking, "you also read those pamphlets, what do you think of this so-called ’Ark’ organization?"

Salian thought for a moment and replied, "The fog indeed has its dangers, but the war between humans and the Demon Race is the imminent major event. According to those radicals’ ideas, dragging the Elves, currently at peace, into the whirlpool of war is terrifying. We must stop them at any cost."

Ilo nodded understandingly, saying, "Speaking of which, you raised your younger sister single-handedly, a good brother protecting his family from war..."

"Teacher, you overestimate me..."

Ilo waved a hand, indicating he could go back to rest.

He sighed deeply as he left the wooden house. He had been so busy these days that he hadn’t had time to check on his socially anxious sister.

He stepped down the wooden ladder, heading directly to the small, familiar cabin at the forest’s bottom.

As he pushed open the door, he saw Elarwen with a Puki atop her head, holding a piece of dull, red-glowing broken wood. Hearing the door, she turned and ran toward him: "Brother, look! Xiao Ji found something amazing!"