This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 409, Section 408: Kiro
On the western side of the Scarecrow Abyss, the shadow of war has not yet reached this side.

Two adventurers were engaged in a fierce argument around a puffy creature.

"Two gold coins? Why don't you just rob it?! This is just an ordinary little chicken!"

"What are you talking about? You're buying Puji for its fighting ability? If I'm not mistaken, your team doesn't even have a Puji Master. What kind of breed are you talking about!"

The guy selling the puffs was dressed like a vagrant, but he wasn't worried at all about the deal falling through despite the yelling and shouting of the customer.

The reason for buying Puji here is simply because of its "never falling off" characteristic.

As long as you have a Puji from Puji Dungeon with you, you won't "fall" when you enter the Scarecrow Abyss.

This allows people to do things they never dared to imagine before—crossing the Scarecrow Abyss with the help of Puji.

In the past, this meant that you had to "fall" all the way to the bottom and then fight your way out.

Even diamond-level teams have to take considerable risks to achieve this.

But now it's different.

Although the outermost layer of the Scarecrow Abyss also has environmental corrosion and scarecrow monsters, their strength is ultimately limited. For teams of Silver rank or above, the most important part of the entire journey is to protect Puji and keep him by their side at all times, not leaving the vicinity of more than 50 meters.

If you die halfway through, or go beyond the designated area and trigger a "fall" on your own, the outcome is obvious.

The wanderer thought that the first person to discover this phenomenon must be a tycoon.

After all, the Fungal Carpet is still a long way from the Scarecrow Abyss. If someone was willing to bring a Puji here without knowing the Puji's "Never Falls" trait, they must be a low-level but extremely wealthy Puji master.

Also, since the fungal carpet is still far away, the Puji is a rare item here.

After all, every second Puji spends here means the consumption of magic potions.

The Wanderers' own group, relying on the Pooji in their hands, had just crossed from the Dwarf Mountain to the territory of the United Kingdom.

Continuing to carry Puji forward would undoubtedly be a losing proposition; selling him to teams that want to go there would be the most cost-effective option.

Unable to negotiate the price down, the buyer had no choice but to grit his teeth and pull out his wallet.

Just then, one of the buyer's teammates came up: "Captain, there's someone over there with several Puji, only one gold coin each!"

"Really!" the captain exclaimed in surprise.

After receiving confirmation, he promptly put away the money bag.

As they were about to leave, the Wanderer chuckled: "To save a single gold coin, he'd kill the whole team... What a fine captain."

The wanderer's words naturally caught the captain's attention: "What do you mean by that?"

“Only the mutated Puji produced in the Puji Dungeon possess the ‘Never Fall’ trait.” As he spoke, the Wanderer pinched the tentacles of a Puji at his feet.

The captain looked to the other side and, sure enough, the Puji next to that person were all ordinary Puji in the stereotype, and it was impossible to tell whether they were produced in the Puji Dungeon.

Although it's impossible to directly confirm that the person was selling counterfeit goods, since some of the Puji produced in Puji Dungeon look like ordinary Puji.

But since it concerned the safety of the entire team, the captain didn't insist on saving that little bit of money and honestly took out two gold coins.

After obtaining the Puji, the captain did not head directly to the Scarecrow Abyss. Before entering, they had to apply a layer of corrosion-resistant magic potion to the Puji.

The wanderer, having received the gold coins, whistled and headed towards his group's camp. There, his two companions were packing up their tents, and a white-furred fox-person sat on a rock not far away.

The wanderer called out from afar, "I'm back! Lord Kiro, how are things on your end?"

The fox-man, who had been clapping with his eyes closed, opened his slightly tired eyes: "Everyone says to just call me Kiro. Calling me 'sir' sounds strange. I'm not some nobleman."

The wanderer laughed, "That won't do. You saved my life, so according to our customs, I should call you 'Sir'! In the abyss, if it weren't for you pulling me up, Sir Kiro, I would have rolled down the slope more than fifty meters away and triggered the 'fall'. To be honest, if it weren't for our good fortune in running into you, Sir Kiro, every one of us would have died in the abyss!"

Quiro simply smiled at the wanderer's lavish praise but said nothing more.

After all, what the Wanderer said was true; without Kiro's addition, this trio would have been trapped in the Scarecrow Abyss.

After some time, the camp had been completely cleared up, but Kiro was still sitting on that rock, clapping his hands in a fixed rhythm.

The three adventurers didn't disturb him, but instead sat down some distance away and started chatting to pass the time.

This was how they whiled away the time until dusk.

Having wasted a day, the group exchanged glances and could only pull out the tents they had previously packed up...

Just then, Kiro finally stood up.

"Lord Kiro, are you... alright?" The Wanderer asked with concern, looking at Kiro, whose eyes were bloodshot and who looked even more exhausted. "Please wait a moment, we'll set up camp right away."

But Kiro waved his hand: "No need, I'm afraid I won't be able to travel with you anymore. I just remembered I have something else to do. I'm sorry to have kept you so long."

The three adventurers waved their hands repeatedly: "No need to delay, Lord Kiro, please rest first, you look..."

Kiro drank a bottle of energy potion, and his eyes finally regained their sparkle.

The extravagant scene made the three silver-level adventurers secretly swallow.

"I've been delayed for too long, I have to set off now." He didn't say where he was going or what he was going to do, and the adventurers didn't ask either.

The two were complete strangers. It was only because Kiro didn't use Puji back then, and the adventurer was willing to share with him, that things progressed.

Before leaving, Kiro approached the wanderer and whispered, "Don't go to the casino when you get back. Use the money to buy some delicious mushrooms for your child."

"Ah...okay..." The Wanderer seemed a little confused, looking at Kiro's back with some doubt—had he mentioned to Lord Kiro that he had a child?
After thinking about it, it's quite possible that I talked so much...

On the other side, after bidding farewell to the adventurers, Kiro gazed at the three moons in the sky and sighed deeply: "They're still most beautiful when all three are together..."

Four hundred and thirty-six times, continuing westward, no matter what one does, one will inevitably head towards that final end.

Over there, an invisible hand has crushed all possibilities.

The variable is not in the West, nor in the United Kingdom.

The variables... lie in the demon realm!

"Tanaka...Xiu Qi..."

Muttering the strange name, Kiro headed north.

(End of this chapter)