This dungeon has mushrooms growing on it.

Chapter 664 663. Death
[The Spirituality of Virtue: Gaining Access to the Seat of Communication]

[Status: Divine Descent]

Before Lin Jun could examine it closely, a faint black mist began to spread from all directions.

The information on the panel gradually became distorted and blurred, and eventually disappeared completely.

Good news, the reason for the panel malfunction has been found.

Bad news... The other side is a god!
Are we really going to fight against an evil god?
As a brave person, Lin Jun would naturally not back down!

Unfortunately, the Sword Saint beat him to it.

Even if the opponent is an evil god, Lin Jun cannot do something as unfair and unjust as bullying the weak with numbers.

Thinking this, Lin Jun silently retreated, controlling the lizardman puppet and the group of puffs.

The retreat was natural and graceful, as if giving the upside-down swordsman room to unleash his power.

Okay, that's settled then. I'll leave it to the Sword Saint.

However, it was pitch black outside as well; darkness had enveloped the entire area at some point.

A little creature tried to rush into the darkness, and then, unsurprisingly, it melted away.

Most importantly, that small clump of soul also shattered.

Lin Jun thought about it again and felt that she couldn't let the Sword Saint fight with his body on the line. This was team spirit, camaraderie, and a quality that any qualified leader should possess.

This was the first time Lin Jun had ever seen darkness that could directly harm the soul. Was this the power of a god?

The disappointing Sword Saint has already given in; judging from the opponent's demonstrated abilities, his remaining combat strength is probably no match for them.

However, Lin Jun didn't panic.

Even if the opponent could damage her soul, Lin Jun's trapped soul was not much. Even if it was crushed, she could recover after taking a few more breaths. She had thick blood and was fearless.

The only one in real danger is probably the Sword Saint. I wonder if, after the Sword Saint's soul is destroyed, [Sword of the Ultimate] will be directly taken back by the Mushroom, or will it become the Sword Saint's burial offering.

The thought that the [Sword of Ultimate Power] that she had worked so hard to obtain might disappear made Lin Jun's heart ache.

How about... you apologize?

Sorry, if I had known you were this strong and could even descend from the heavens, I wouldn't have slaughtered all your underlings.

Just as Lin Jun was seriously considering whether making the Puji kneel down and stack mushroom towers, along with a sincere apology, could save the weak swordsman's life, a thought appeared in the mushroom network.

"Don't be nervous, I have no hostility."

That voice, or rather that thought, had a strange sense of familiarity.

As soon as he finished speaking, the enormous tentacle in the darkness loosened its grip.

The Sword Saint fell from mid-air, his mushroom cap pointing downwards, and crashed to the ground with a "thud," bouncing twice before finally collapsing to the ground, crooked and sprawled.

Useless swordsman.

"You are... from the mist?"

Lin Jun remembered.

When I encountered that fog at sea with Old Dylan, as we left, a thought whispered "Keep going" in the mushroom web.

At the time, he thought he had encountered something evil.

“Yes, we’ve finally met.” The girl parted the darkness and walked over, casually picking up a Puji. “Back then, it was only in the border areas where the rules were blurred that I had a chance to talk to you, but unfortunately… you left too quickly.”

The girl continued, "However, you did very well even without my help."

"Really, it's very good."

"Huh?" Lin Jun was completely confused and tried to ask, "So... you're the god who summoned me to this world?"

The girl nodded: "It was I who placed you into this world."

Let's set aside for now the possibility that this god is shamelessly lying and deceiving the ignorant and brave little mushroom, and assume that what He said is true.

In this way, it seems to make sense why the fish-men, who also believe in the god of death, are so obedient to him.

Did that old fishman already know something? Why did he keep it to himself all this time?

Lin Jun made a mental note of it.

but……

"Why mushrooms?" This was a question Lin Jun had wanted to ask since the very first day she arrived.

The girl tilted her head slightly to the side.

The movement was so light that it was almost imperceptible, if Lin Jun hadn't been staring intently at her. Then her head returned to its original position.

"It's all a choice made by fate." Her voice remained flat.

Lin Jun: "..."

If it were anyone else, Lin Jun would have to find the answer herself, but since it's a deity, if it says so, then so be it.

"Then, what do you want me to do after you summoned me here?" Seeing that the Grim Reaper was relatively easy to talk to, Lin Jun continued to ask.

"You're already doing what it takes to save this decaying world, aren't you?"

Ok?
Lin Jun's mushroom cap tilted slightly.

That doesn't seem right.
He does shout about saving the world every day... well, it's just a slogan, it doesn't cost anything to shout it.

But in practice, the mushroom carpet covers the world, turning everything into the power of the mushroom garden. This should be different from the usual meaning of "saving the world", right?

But Death says he's already "doing it."

After thinking about it, perhaps God doesn't actually care about the form of the world?
As long as the world exists, no matter what it becomes, it can be considered "saved".
As Lin Jun was pondering, darkness flowed past the feet of the Puji and spread to the body of Jini not far away.

The thick darkness gently rolled in and swallowed the corpse.

"Good children who work hard deserve candy." Death's tone made it sound like he was actually giving a reward.

Lin Jun didn't understand, but she still pointed to the lizardman puppet: "What about this one? Oh right, there's a catman outside too."

“It’s alright.” The girl’s gaze swept over the puppet, then fell towards the direction of the cat-person priest in the distance. “You have fulfilled their wishes, even though they themselves are unaware of it.”

"What do you mean?"

What wishes of theirs did I fulfill?
Become a puppet, or engage in a love-hate relationship with your best friend?

Unfortunately, Death clearly had no intention of explaining further.

"Those who sacrifice others will fall into the abyss forever; those who sacrifice themselves will be reborn."

"Keep trying, I'll help you too."

As soon as he finished speaking, the surrounding darkness, like water, began to slowly recede.

Not only in this space, but the darkness that had trapped Lin Jun for so long outside also receded at the same time.

With her escape route clear, Lin Jun finally believed that the deity before her truly meant her no harm.

Darkness, in the palm of death, transformed into a pitch-black stone, without any special fluctuations; it looked like an ordinary black stone.

Death placed the stone on the Sword Saint Puji's body. Black mist surged from the stone, enveloping the Sword Saint and turning him into a black Puji.

It wasn't a simple staining; in Lin Jun's perception, apart from direct light perception, no other perception skills were effective against Hei Puji.

Even the control panel was affected; the power of the Grim Reaper had blocked it out.

A real assassin, pfft!
As the darkness dissipated, the enormous tentacles vanished, and the previously obscured panel reappeared.

The [Divine Descent] indicator on the girl's panel is slowly fading away.

"Keep it up, little mushroom."

"Wait! Where's the mist? If you're really going to help me, at least tell me how to deal with the mist!"

"The fog is not important."

Just then, a moonlit shadow flashed between Puji and the girl, and the Sword Saint's pitch-black tentacle blade pierced the girl's heart in an instant.

Lin Jun: "What are you doing?!"

Sword Saint: "Hmm?"

Lin Jun then remembered that her previous communication with Death was a one-on-one telepathic exchange, and the Sword Saint was completely unaware of it!
How about... parasitizing it?

Although I'm still wary of that Grim Reaper, it's not exactly ethical to kill someone's messenger right after they've just given me something good.

But with a pierced heart, perhaps...

However, the girl ignored Puji who came forward, and did not retaliate against the swordsman who attacked her.

She simply leaned against the wall, slowly leaving her hiding place, until she finally stepped into the sunlight and collapsed onto the fungal carpet.

Feeling the mycelium automatically climbing onto her dying body, Mira calmly closed her eyes.

[Attaining: The Spirituality of Virtue]

(End of this chapter)