27: Chapter 27 Four-Star Fungus King, the Hero Units Evolved From It

The time acceleration adjustment concluded.

The Mycelium Deep Forest gradually sharpened from its blur, reappearing before Su Bai's eyes.

But it was no longer the same forest from three hundred years ago.

Mushrooms towered over a hundred meters high, their caps blotting out the sky. Mycelium hung down like waterfalls, swaying gently in the Yin Qi. Deep within the forest, mycelium cities rose from the ground, emitting a ghostly blue fluorescence.

The air was thick with the scent of spores, those tiny particles floating slowly in the Yin Qi like a myriad of stars.

At the edge of the forest, a golden figure stood quietly.

He was two meters tall, with a mushroom cap cast like gold that shone brilliantly in the grayish-white world. His eyes were a deep purple, gazing toward where Su Bai was.

When he saw that familiar figure, he knelt on one knee.

Behind him, deep in the forest, countless figures knelt simultaneously.

Twenty thousand Mushroom People knelt in unison.

The Mushroom King raised his head, his voice low and pious:

"Creator."

Su Bai looked at him, and information about him surfaced in his consciousness.

[Mushroom King (Hero Unit)]

[Rank: Tier 3]

[Grade: 4-Star]

[Skills: Mycelium Sensing (Passive), Spore Domain (Active), Life Resonance (Active), King's Pressure (Passive)]

[Description: The king born from the evolution of the Mushroom People race over three hundred years. Perfectly adapted to the Yin Qi environment, he possesses the ability to lead the entire race. He can control every corner of the Mycelium Deep Forest through Mycelium Sensing, heal or strengthen clansmen through the Spore Domain, and establish a link with any Mushroom Person through Life Resonance.]

Tier 3, 4-Star.

A Hero Unit.

The corners of Su Bai's mouth curled up slightly.

In three hundred years, the Mushroom People race had not only survived but had also evolved their own king.

He stepped forward and walked up to the Mushroom King.

The Mushroom King kept his head lowered, not daring to look directly at him.

Su Bai raised his hand and pressed it gently against the golden mushroom cap.

"Rise."

The Mushroom King stood up and stood with his hands at his sides, his attitude respectful to the point of being pious.

Su Bai looked at this king evolved by the Mushroom People themselves, a complex emotion welling up in his heart.

The Crimson-Blood Half-Orcs of the past took a hundred years to march toward extinction.

But the Mushroom People took three hundred years to march toward a new life.

The difference was not at the starting point, but in the speed of iteration.

A generation every three months versus a generation every dozen or so years was simply not a competition on the same level.

Su Bai looked at the kneeling Mushroom People deep in the forest.

Over twenty thousand of them.

They were densely packed, stretching as far as the eye could see.

The majority of their mushroom caps had turned grayish-white, blending perfectly with the Yin Qi. Only a few elders still retained their original grayish-brown or black colors.

They had completely adapted to the Netherworld.

They had become the true denizens of the Netherworld World.

Su Bai withdrew his gaze and looked at the Mushroom King.

"From today on, the Mushroom People race is the first Vassal Race of the Netherworld."

The Mushroom King's body jolted, an uncontrollable excitement surfacing in his eyes.

Vassal Race.

That was the Creator's highest recognition of a subordinate race.

It meant they were no longer slaves, no longer tools, and no longer consumables that could be discarded at any time.

Instead, they were recognized clansmen, qualified to multiply and thrive on this land.

"Thank you, Creator!" The Mushroom King knelt again, his forehead touching the ground.

Behind him, twenty thousand Mushroom People shouted in unison:

"Thank you, Creator!"

The voices echoed through the Mycelium Deep Forest, causing the giant mushrooms to tremble slightly.

Su Bai did not stop them.

He just stood there, waiting quietly.

Only when the cheers gradually subsided did he speak again.

"From today on, the Mycelium Deep Forest is your territory."

"You may multiply freely here, develop freely, and freely create a civilization that belongs to you."

"But there is one rule."

His voice suddenly turned cold.

"At no time shall you betray me."

The Mushroom King looked up, his eyes full of fanaticism and loyalty:

"The Mushroom People race shall never betray you, for all eternity!"

Twenty thousand Mushroom People shouted in unison:

"Never betray for all eternity!"

Su Bai nodded and turned to leave.

Behind him, the cheers rang out once more.

...

Su Bai stood at the world core, his consciousness sinking into it.

[Current World: Netherworld]

[World Level: Tier 3 (Highest unit rank is Tier 3)]

[Civilization Status: Embryonic (Mushroom People civilization has initially formed self-reproduction capabilities)]

[Size: 128 kilometers in diameter]

[Owned Terrain: Yaksha Wasteland, Crimson Blood Scorched Earth, Mycelium Deep Forest]

[Number of Units: Approximately 20,300]

[Hero Units: Ghost King (Tier 3, 5-Star), Ghost Bride (Tier 3, 3-Star), Sadako (Tier 3, 4-Star), Slit-Mouthed Woman (Tier 3, 3-Star), Mushroom King (Tier 3, 4-Star)]

[Normal Units: Yin Soldiers × 258, Mushroom People × 20,000+]

[Power Of Faith: 611 (911-300)]

[Daily Power Of Faith Output: 20 points (From Mushroom People civilization)]

Su Bai stared at that line for a long time.

Daily Power Of Faith Output: 20 points.

Though it wasn't much.

But this was the first time.

The first time his world had begun to generate Power Of Faith on its own.

This meant that the Netherworld World finally had the embryonic form of a civilization cycle.

Moreover, as the Mushroom People civilization developed, this number would only increase.

Once they developed a higher civilization, built more structures, and produced more hero units, the Power Of Faith output would grow exponentially.

At that time, the Netherworld World could truly achieve self-sufficiency.

Su Bai withdrew his consciousness and opened his eyes.

The Ghost King stood quietly at his side, his golden slit pupils watching the direction of the Mycelium Deep Forest.

The Ghost Bride floated in mid-air, boredly playing with her hair.

Sadako still stood by that well, motionless.

The Slit-Mouthed Woman held her scissors, standing at the edge of the Yaksha Wasteland, as silent as a statue.

Su Bai looked at them, then at the vibrant Mycelium Deep Forest in the distance, the corners of his mouth curling up slightly.

Three hundred years.

From nothing to something, from death to life, from despair to hope.

His Netherworld World had finally taken the most crucial step.