Chapter 331: Farewell and Accident

Drip—

Rod grabbed the golden crown and forcefully tore the fleshy mycelium connecting it to the top of Scarlett's head.

His hands were wrapped by the sub-body split off by the slime Xiao Hei, forming a pair of black gloves with a metallic texture.

The light of the ritual ground on the floor blazed brightly.

Sharon, who had just activated the control, was immediately blocked from view by the shadow manipulated by Tally.

The succubus had learned its lesson and would absolutely not stare directly at this thing.

Before this, Rod had stopped Sharon from pursuing the matter to the end.

At least wait until after the ritual is completed.

The living mycelium on the crown, just like a living creature, immediately drilled into the web of his thumb as soon as it left the mushroom person's body.

And it clearly broke through Xiao Hei's fluid metal.

"Interesting."

However, the slime mucus possessing the 【Corrosion Domain】 seemed to be a natural counter to them, corroding the mycelium completely in an instant.

【Xiao Hei triggered 'Super Absorption'】

【Absorbed part of the power of the 'Flesh-Woven Crown'; spiritual accumulation has increased.】

The black fluid metal of the slime Xiao Hei rippled with faint waves, then quickly settled down.

Rod sensed it.

He found that Xiao Hei's spiritual accumulation had reached the high stage of the fifth tier.

The active mycelium that had been corroded also learned its lesson, rippling in the direction opposite to Rod's palm, very resistant to contact.

Rod glanced coldly.

He manipulated the sub-body to cover the entire crown.

Sizzle—

It was like fresh meat placed on a scorching hot grill.

The sound of an infant's wailing and crying drilled into the ears, piercing straight into the mind.

Accompanying it was an indescribable stench.

"Afraid of fire and corrosion, what kind of damp, sinister thing is this?"

Rod did not destroy it completely; after all, it could be exchanged for some internal points in the Demon Control Union.

He took out Oona's magic stone and activated it.

Light bloomed, then quickly faded like a fleeting flower; in the next moment, the crown vanished.

Rod sensed slightly and confirmed it had been sucked into the magic stone.

"That's enough."

Sharon waved away the darkness on her face and glared at Tally, who was chuckling beside her.

Damn succubus, it seemed to have scraped my face with something just now.

She increased the operating rate of the ritual ground.

Stimulating the remaining half of the mushroom person Scarlett's soul to begin wriggling, crazily absorbing the source Rod had left inside her.

Rod stood aside, watching silently.

Speaking of which,

wasn't the other half of Scarlett's soul entirely sustained by my essence and energy?

Could it be that she has developed a dependency and affectionate feelings towards me, just like Rat Person Number Thirteen?

Another half hour passed.

"It's done; we won the 32.5% gamble. Your source being of very high quality is also one of the reasons."

Sharon sighed in relief, her arm drooping limply, her face showing endless weariness.

"After all, it was squeezed out with your help."

Rod smiled.

This party game is named 'Baby Bottle', meaning to infuse all the sources produced during this party into Scarlett's body.

Mixed in were the saliva of the two girls and such.

Sharon let out a few cold chuckles.

Then she spoke seriously:

"I will leave tonight; take better care of Dimia in the future. Reconstructing the magical pathways inside your body does not mean the magical outbursts are completely eradicated."

A witch's magical outburst is a congenital physical constitution problem.

It can only weaken, and even disappear, as strength increases.

Dimia's strength could not increase due to her parents' forcing her growth; the last ritual was mainly to solve this problem.

The effect was remarkable.

When Dimia first arrived, Rod sensed that the magical accumulation inside her body had already reached the mid-stage of the sixth tier.

"So fast?"

Rod looked shocked.

He wrapped his arms around her waist.

The fresh scent of cut open fruit drifted into his nose, dispelling the stench from the crown just now.

Rod buried his face in her neck, greedily absorbing the fresher, sweeter scent emanating from the hair on the back of her neck.

Except for this spot, the Dog-Folk almost never sweat.

Even after two hours of struggle, the other parts of Sharon's body remained as smooth as if dusted with powder.

"I've stayed here long enough."

She kissed Rod's ear, then felt it wasn't enough, so she simply took it into her mouth and teased his earlobe with her tongue.

Rod did not try to keep her any longer.

He pulled out a large string of magic rings from his spell pouch—sixty or seventy of them—almost a full month's output from the zombie Selina.

Sharon was utterly stunned.

"Where did you get so many magic rings?"

"Don't worry about it, just keep them safe."

The dog-girl youth also had a decisive personality, and with a smiling face she accepted them all.

"What about Dimia? Did you talk to her?"

"No, I wanted to tell you first. Besides, I plan to sneak away. Women are always wishy-washy, crying and sniffling—annoying. It's not like we'll never see each other again. By the way, you're not allowed to make a move on her unless she initiates it."

Rod laughed:

"The way you put it, she doesn't even have that kind of interest in me."

Sharon buried her face in the chest before her, breathing in the familiar scent etched into her mind, murmuring words no one could hear:

"That's not necessarily true."

The two exchanged some intimate whispers, then quickly parted.

The stone ground against the floor, and the stone door rumbled as it slid open.

The light of the Brightness spell fell on Rod as he strode out.

Facing the gazes of the crowd outside the door, he found Ona and smiled with a nod.

Ona returned the smile: "I've always believed in you two."

"Move aside, don't block the doorway."

Sharon kicked him from behind, but couldn't budge him.

She squeezed sideways through the stone door and shot an annoyed glare at Ona: "You damned rabbit, always up to no good."

A spell pouch was held out before her, the bag's mouth pulled open, and the golden light made Sharon's pretty, wild little face shine brilliantly.

The dog-girl youth's eyes went wide.

The displeasure on her face vanished. She silently took the pouch, walked over to Dimia's side, and said nothing more.

Ona stepped past the open stone door and checked on the still-unconscious mushroom-person Scarlett.

A relieved expression appeared on her face.

"Remember to find an environment suitable for a mushroom-person's life. A stable, safe place is better for recovery."

Rod reminded her.

These were Sharon's exact words, but given her personality, she probably wouldn't take the initiative to remind anyone.

"How about Windwall Forest?"

Ona said with a smile.

"Up to you. I've never minded having a girl move into the forest, especially a mushroom-person as cute as Scarlett."

Hayley frowned and leaned over: "Let me remind you, Mr. Rod, mushroom-people reproduce through spores—they're actually more like plants."

"Of course I know that."

I've done it before—how could I not know?

And I've done it with more than one plant.

Still, the experience was far better than that time with the ancient sky-tree Eva.

"This is for you—hand it over to the Magic Control Union as well."

Rod handed the deep Fen Se Mo Fa stone that sealed the Flesh-Woven Crown over to Ona.

Mentioning this, Ona couldn't help feeling a little worried.

The appearance of this thing was not a good sign.

"I'll have the Containment Division's experts—"

Crack!

Before she could finish, the magic stone Ona had just taken suddenly let out a crisp cracking sound.

The expressions of everyone shifted slightly.

(End of chapter)