Northern Continent · White Marsh, central district.
In this habitat of towering bizarre rocks, golden sunlight spilled across the land. Anderson basked in it, his burly frame posed as if embracing the sun.
Behind Anderson stood a mushroom person in the same pose. They were all sincerely joyful, clearly not being forced to worship the sun. As transcendent fungal creatures, their adaptability to solar power even surpassed that of mammals.
After praising the sun, the mushroom people fell into ecstasy.
It was easy to see that mushroom people struggled to survive on this continent. The elite individuals among them had developed into "One-Punch Super Mushrooms" in pursuit of combat power. It looked as though they could settle everything with one punch, but in reality, it showed how unsuited they were for battle. One missed punch, and they would die on the spot and be stewed into mushroom soup.
Now, the mushroom people had gained a powerful backer. Although the Queen had passed away, Anderson was no weaker than her. What was more, after believing in the sun, the mushroom people could obtain solar power. Before long, they too would become a force that could not be underestimated.
Compared with the joyful and inwardly satisfied mushroom people, two figures among those praising the sun were clearly less willing. Both had handsome features and naturally occurring eye shadow. They were members of the Ghost Clan.
The two Ghost Clan members, one male and one female, were siblings. The older one, the male, was only sixteen or seventeen. The girl beside him was his younger sister, around fourteen or fifteen.
The siblings maintained the pose of embracing the sun. Even so, the elder brother's face was covered in the words "I refuse." Though his face was swollen and bruised, he still refused to