This Dungeon Grew Mushrooms

Chapter 383

【Greed of the Seven Sins Triggered】【Skill Plundered: Elvish LV9 → LV10】

【Skill Plundered: Ancient Elvish LV2 → LV3】

【Skill Plundered: Nature Magic LV7 → LV8】

【Skill Plundered: Archery Mastery LV8 → LV9】

【Skill Plundered: Flowing Step LV4 → LV5】

【Skill Plundered: Life Perception LV2 → LV3】

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What’s supposed to be?

No clue.

The sudden disaster that struck the Elves weighed heavily on Lin Jun’s heart as well.

Unfortunately, being just a humble grass mushroom, he had no way of sneaking into the Elven Royal City to attend King Aurel’s funeral — a true regret in his mushroom life.

During that chaos, one of the pujis had rescued little Ruil.

Following the pujis through the underground tunnels, Ruil eventually found herself naturally led into the Dungeon of the pujis.

There were many reasons for bringing her along.

For instance, since Ruil had already witnessed the pujis’ true power and the underground network, it would’ve been inconvenient to just let her go.

And besides, Lin Jun had long planned to bring back an elf or two — to highlight the of the Mushroom Garden, and to indulge his own little collector’s obsession.

But if one stripped away all those excuses, the truth was simple: Lin Jun was too lazy to make potions himself.

The Puji House potion shop had opened for business and was doing well. But that success only made Lin Jun experience firsthand the miserable, overworked life of a corporate employee.

He was the boss — yet he still had to meet daily production quotas? What kind of boss life was this?!

The Mushroomborn's Xīnghuǒ and the lizardman priests of the tribe could also make potions, but their style was... Ingredient proportions were purely by feel, and potion quality fluctuated wildly — the results were no better than gambling on blind boxes.

It was a purely wild-school approach. And if he tried to force them to adopt proper techniques, even that level of instability vanished — they couldn’t make anything at all.

By contrast, Ruil, trained personally by an old elven master, was far more reliable. Though still inexperienced, her methods were precise, her steps standardized, and she absolutely crushed that group of wild amateurs — exactly the kind of Lin Jun needed.

Such a perfect opportunity? Of course he brought her back.

Only… there was one small problem. Because of the language barrier, Ruil wasn’t adapting very well.

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“Little elf~ don’t be scared, I really don’t mean any harm~” work beneath it.

Honestly, Lin Jun was very curious about how these human Puji Masters would perform in real warfare.

In theory, they should do quite well — but theory and battle were two different things. No one could guarantee the outcome.

He sincerely hoped they wouldn’t embarrass themselves, since their performance would directly affect whether the Mycelium Carpet could expand further.

Unfortunately, the fortress where the Puji Masters were stationed, though close to the front lines, hadn’t yet engaged the demon army.

In fact, even the Puji Masters themselves were beginning to think they’d never get the chance.

On both the Sword Saint’s northwestern front and Duke Alamar’s northern fortress line, the demon troops had grown strangely dispirited.

They rarely attacked now, spending most of their time encamped in stalemates; even when they did assault, it was half-hearted, as though they’d lost the will to fight.

Duke Alamar’s forces had even turned to the offensive, scoring several victories in a row.

Many Puji Masters lamented privately that they’d arrived too late — missing the perfect opportunity for glory.

Restricted by the limited spread of the Mycelium Carpet, confined to rear-line fortresses, they could only watch enviously as other units reported triumph after triumph.

This invasion war launched by the demons now seemed destined to end with humanity successfully fending off the invaders — an anticlimactic conclusion to a supposedly grand conflict.