"I, Sigismund! Will never become your eternal slave!"
With that furious roar, Sigismund accepted the outcome that the winner was king and the loser a bandit, shattered his own soul, and welcomed eternal peace—
Pfft. In a dark, damp cave, Sigismund broke out of a cocoon.
What is this—?
He wanted to speak, only to find that he could not open his mouth. He wanted to touch his own face, only for several tentacles to stretch out and fumble around beneath his featureless Mushroom Cap.
Sigismund did not panic. Instead, he quickly realized that he had—become a Puji—
Why?
He clearly did not believe in it. He had even shattered his soul at the very end. Why had he become a Puji?
Had he not shattered himself thoroughly enough?
But that still did not explain why he had become a Mushroom Transformer.
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Although he no longer had eyes, Sigismund quickly adapted to a Puji's method of perception.
His senses spread outward. In the cave he was in, aside from a curled-up Puji not far away, there was only Fungal Carpet and Fluorescent Mushrooms everywhere. Without question, this was his roommate's husband camp.
Although his roommate's voice had not appeared in his mind for the moment, Sigismund held no trace of wishful thinking in his heart.
This mushroom body lacked spellcasting ability and could not shatter his soul again, but it could still commit physical suicide!
He rolled up a sharp stone from the ground, stabbed it into his own body, and with one hard pull, tore open a huge wound. Then his mushroom body went limp, toppled to the ground, and died.
However, after who knew how long, Sigismund's consciousness returned once more to this Puji Body.
The horrifying wound on his body had already healed by more than