Number Two watched Number One wail, break down, and writhe, and more than half of its joy at finally winning vanished.
After hesitating for a while, it rubbed Number One with its tentacles. "Alright, alright, I'll let you down and take you with me. Stop crying like that. It's embarrassing for the Mushroom Race, isn't it?"
"Ah—ahhh, waaahhh—" Unfortunately, once the crying started, it was not so easy to stop.
Suddenly, a Mushroom asked through the Mycelium Network, "What are you doing?"
Growing somewhat impatient from the noise, Number Two flicked its tentacles. "Stop bothering me. Can't you see I'm with Number One—hm?"
Number Two blankly turned its Mushroom Cap and saw a Puji sitting on its mushroom throne at some unknown time.
The bright red cape behind that Puji looked awfully familiar—
"F-Fungal Lord?"
Marshal Puji warmly rubbed Number One and Number Two's Mushroom Caps. "You two had better tell me properly what you've been up to all this time!"
Number Two fell silent in terror, trembling all over, while Number One's wailing had somehow quietly stopped as well.
But no one present had the mind to care about their Puji war anymore. At that moment, everyone was thinking the same thing—the Fungal Lord had returned!
After Linden's return, the number of Mushroom Transformers began to grow again after a long absence.
Not only those who believed in Linden—even those who did not, Linden tried his best to bring them into the Yellow Book. Countless souls were intercepted and fell into Linden's tentacles.
That shameless old God of Death actually wanted to scheme against him with such underhanded tricks. There was no way Linden would let her have her way.
The good news was that the restraints on the God of Death were real. Secretly adjusting consciousness's perception of