732. The Dragon Arena

In the Fungal Fortress, a guard from the Ministry of Truth controlled two Blue Mushroom Cap Pujis as they escorted a dejected Horned Demon down the street, drawing discussion from the surrounding Fungal Citizens.

As something that had only just happened, if this had been anywhere else, it would probably have taken at least a day or two before word appeared in the taverns.

But thanks to the existence of the Mycelium Network, gossip spread through the Fungal Fortress far faster than usual.

Almost only a few minutes after the Horned Demon was taken away, Fungal Citizens watching the excitement had found out what was going on and immediately shared it with the others nearby.

"I found out, I found out! This guy was a worker over at the Magic Crystal Vein. He took a task but shoved all the work onto a Half-Demon in his group. That Half-Demon controlled twenty Pujis to do the work of forty Pujis, so of course something went wrong. After the higher-ups investigated, this Horned Demon even tried to pin the blame on the Half-Demon, but the inspectors found out."

However, the sharer had only just finished speaking when someone raised a doubt. "Fake news, aren't you? If that Half-Demon was too busy to handle it, why would he help him do his share?"

"They're all from the Empire."

As soon as those words came out, the other Fungal Citizens all showed expressions of "so that's how it was."

Then a Half-Demon among the Fungal Citizens gave a cold laugh. "That Horned Demon probably still thought he was in the Empire, thinking he was a cut above Half-Demons. That Half-Demon was stupid too. He's been here for months and still hasn't caught on."

"Those people from the Empire are always like that. Nothing but