Just one mushroom shouldn't have been this poisonous.
The main reason it worked so well was that I'd actively cooperated with getting "poisoned."
Insight into something like this was tantamount to actively savoring and interpreting it.
If I'd just stuffed it into my mouth like ordinary food, I might not have felt much of anything, even after eating a whole plate.
Walking through the silent night, Fu Qian reviewed what he'd learned as he reached out to stroke the air, as if playing with a black marshmallow.
So black-hearted cotton really did exist.
I had to admit, the feeling was rather wonderful. No wonder some people wanted to try it again after recovering from being affected.
But don't forget the serious problem: the price of that wonderful feeling was steep.
Ordinary people had to worry about nerve damage. As for the decidedly extraordinary King of Prison Break, he had to worry about damage to his surroundings.
Although he'd deliberately chosen a secluded route, the academy was already close at hand.
Whoosh!
At one point, something briefly impeded Fu Qian's steps.
The resistance wasn't strong, but it came in layers upon layers—was this really black-hearted cotton?
Fu Qian didn't stop. He kept walking at a steady pace, even as the resistance grew stronger.
It was like walking into a mass of cotton. As he moved, the darkness before him was pushed along, eventually giving rise to repulsive force that increased exponentially.
So now he couldn't speak carelessly, or even think carelessly?
The change was so fitting that it couldn't help but inspire a sigh.
But given his relationship with the Mycelial Emperor, it was hardly surprising that things weren't friendly.
From the start, Fu Qian had only been curious about the form this hostility would take.
Even if the other