This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 645. The Path to Redemption
With a wave of her hand, Eleanor handed over management of nearly half of the Blood Animal Factory to the Thirteen Tentacles.

What she didn't know was that even if she didn't come to Thirteen, Thirteen would take the initiative to approach her and propose the project after a while.

After all, this was a task given to it by the fungus master!

However, since Thirteen took the initiative to suggest it, it didn't seem as natural as it does now.

Thirteen, having gained access, didn't hold back and immediately began parasitizing, while also remembering the true task given to it by the Fungus Master—to spread the Puji faith!
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Blood animals do not refer solely to captured humans.

Deep within the factory, those imprisoned figures come from every corner of the continent.

Humans were huddled in narrow cubicles, dwarves' hunched bodies were chained to stone platforms, and orcs' thick limbs hung limply at their sides.

There were even a few lizardmen with unfocused vertical pupils and dull scales; the demons here were no different from other alien races.

In the deeper part of the tank, there were even figures of mermaids and fish-men.

They were fixed in place, unable to lie down or stand up, and their daily meals were forcibly poured down their throats by factory management.

It was a grayish paste, mixed with essential nutrients for survival and dozens of medicines: hematopoietic agents, weakening agents, sedatives…

These medicines are not the kind of legitimate products that can be sold in pharmacies. Each one has significant side effects, and mixing them together will greatly deplete the user's physical potential.

All of this is so that they can continuously produce fresh blood.

Here, the average lifespan of blood animals is five to seven years.

Even if an elf lives a little longer, it won't exceed ten years.

For immortal beings who can live for over a thousand years, ten years is but a fleeting moment in their long lives.

But here, ten years is the end.

Eleanor never worried about it.

The war on the mainland never truly stopped, and every year new prisoners flooded into the slave market at reasonable prices and in ample supply.

Once one batch is used up, another batch can be replenished.

For those prisoners labeled "blood animals," the nightmare began the moment they were dragged into the factory.

The body is firmly bound by chains, shackles, or magical fetters embedded directly into the flesh.

Their eyes were covered with a black cloth, blocking out all light.

They could no longer see each other's faces; they could only hear groans and sobs rising and falling in the darkness.

Every day, their "food" was poured into their throats on time, carrying a weakening agent that made their limbs limp, leaving them no strength to do anything, not even to seek death.

They could only live like this, continuing to produce blood in endless pain until they were drained of the last drop, and then buried like garbage in the mourning lily plantation near the factory.

But on this day, a change appeared in their desperate lives.

Something landed on them, burrowed into their skin, and grew within their flesh.

Thanks to their poor condition, they can parasitize without even needing to specifically control their blood volume.

At first, the blood beasts thought this was just another new form of torture; some were terrified, others were numb. But after being parasitized, a voice appeared in the minds of all the blood beasts.

"My name is the Master of Fungi."

“Praise Me in your heart, believe in Me, and I will grant true believers new life and deliver them from this sea of ​​suffering. But remember, do not call upon My name!”

Blood beasts are all destitute drowning people. When a lifeline appears in front of them, no matter how deliberately it tries to help, most of them will grab it without hesitation.

They chanted "Praise the Lord of Fungi" in the fungal web, praying to be freed from this hell; among them were many believers of the God of Light.

What's amazing is that after they prayed in their hearts, although they didn't receive immediate salvation, the pain that they had almost become accustomed to suddenly lessened considerably.

A sense of relief washed over them, and many of the blood beasts even managed to get a good night's sleep, something they rarely do.

After that, they prayed even more fervently to the fungus master, clinging tightly to this only hope.

What Lin Jun did was simple: she added [Paralyzing Toxin LV2] to them, but didn't give them any resistance. This caused them to be affected by the toxins secreted by their own bodies, which weakened their various pains and allowed them to temporarily escape the torment.

In fact, this method of use was inspired by Norris's skill experiment.

It wasn't that Lin Jun didn't want to turn them all into Puji and take them away, but faith isn't something you can just have; it takes time to accumulate devotion.

In fact, Lin Jun discovered that the stickiness of the soul is essentially trust.

In theory, if Norris were to die unexpectedly, even though he didn't believe in her, Lin Jun could still stuff his soul into Puji's body if he trusted her enough.

Hmm... I've been his boss for so long, his trust in me should be enough, right...?

Of course, Lin Jun couldn't expect everyone, especially those who didn't know much about her, to trust her completely.

Therefore, faith, which involves blind obedience, is very suitable for this type of existence.

By alleviating the suffering of these blood beasts, Lin Jun repeatedly reinforced in their hearts the idea that "faith in the Lord of Bacteria will ultimately lead to salvation," eventually transforming it into genuine faith.

In fact, Lin Jun, who has always been honest, did not deceive these unfortunate people.

Believing in him can truly help one escape this blood-slaughtering factory.

Once everyone's faith is solidified, whether it's finding an opportunity to let them escape, or simply reincarnating them as Puji and placing them in the Mushroom Garden, both become viable options.

Lin Jun only promised to help them escape this sea of ​​suffering, without specifying in what manner they would escape. Presumably, they wouldn't care about such details since they were so eager to be saved.

Of course, not all blood beasts chose to pray.

Some self-righteous individuals have found another "escape method" for themselves—informing on others!
They tried to tell the breeders who fed them about the strange voices in their minds, hoping to gain their freedom by tattling to the vampires.

Lin Jun didn't know whether Eleanor would grant these informants their freedom, but he certainly wouldn't leave such an obvious loophole for them to exploit.

Without exception, these informants had their throats blocked by mushrooms growing from within them before they could even utter their first word. They were eventually completely parasitized and turned into mushroom puppets, and then Lin Jun voluntarily abandoned them, turning them into ordinary corpses.

To the outside world, Thirteen categorized it as a failed product of the "symbiotic mutation" experiment, and Eleanor, who was longing for delicious blood, was completely unconcerned about this anticipated loss.

And so, without outsiders noticing, the Puji faith quickly took root and sprouted in these blood animal factories, waiting for the right moment to break through the soil.

Thirteen, on the other hand, couldn't wait to see the despair and regret on Duke Eleanor's face after he learned everything!
(End of this chapter)