Chapter 912: Chapter 909: I Wear the Mask of Pain

"Hmm?"

The humanoid fungus showed a look of confusion, seeming not to understand what Master Fuli meant by night school, but vaguely grasped his meaning.

She gently shook her head again, raised her hand, and tapped her head at the position of her brain.

In Master Fuli’s mind, a crayon drawing reappeared.

The woman raised her hand high, issuing commands, while the fungal carpet on the ground and the High Tower emitted weak electrical light toward her.

The woman, having obtained the power of lightning, displayed divine power by swatting a small flying stick away with her hand.

The woman turned around and transferred the power to Huhu, transforming Huhu from wearing shorts to wearing a skirt.

Master Fuli considered learning that move just now, finding it not a big issue; only, his will was not yet strong enough to infuse substance and distort reality.

Now, to learn it, he would have to borrow the power of the fungus, but once he merged with it, he might not survive.

She had just been teaching Huhu how to use that latent power within one’s will.

"Wouldn’t that make it the Sunflower Manual?" Master Fuli sneered, waving his hand dismissively upon hearing this.

"I think it’s better not to. I’m just a Huhu; it really shouldn’t be so eager to seek power."

Master Fuli spoke while rolling his eyes.

The melancholy fungus made a good point; with just a small piece of meat, one could exchange for the ability to soar and evade.

However, any creature that has read the history of the Second Epoch should know one thing.

The total number of fungi in the Second Epoch is limited; if it exceeds a certain threshold, it will attract world-ending monsters to wipe them out.

The melancholy fungus suggesting he merge with the fungus was clearly joking.

"Hmm..."

The humanoid fungus, after a tease, slightly raised her head to look at the rock in the sky, pointed toward the western coast, and the rock, smooth and without holes, silently turned into light and crashed into the attacking submarine.

The rock pierced the sea surface, submerged into the sea, penetrated the submarine, and sank into the seabed without any further movement.

The submarine, which was navigating, also turned into a black and gray dust that drifted away with the ocean currents.

The melancholy fungus, with no business here, was unwilling to get involved in Blue Star’s karma, offending the two Dragon People factions.

Her desire to talk was strong, but in the face of nonverbal beings, she also had a slight understanding of medium collapse.

"Hmm..."

After finishing her chilled fuel, the humanoid fungus continued to raise her arms to reclaim the fungal carpet and High Tower, gathering all the purple-black fungi above Gold-digging Town.

The humanoid fungus looked toward Master Fuli, gesturing for him to follow her.

The humanoid fungus entered the mining area and with a wave of her hand, the soil within suddenly turned into a flowing liquid.

"Are you saying... inviting me to your house as a guest?" Master Fuli, seeing the humanoid fungus’s actions, asked her.

"Hmm..."

The humanoid fungus nodded lightly, and her figure sank into the soil, which had turned into a strange fluid.

Upon returning to the ruins, Master Fuli glanced sideways at the humanoid fungus.

The humanoid fungus faced the metal sphere, releasing all the reclaimed purple-black fungi, which instantly inundated everything within the ruins, including the lake.

The purple-black fungi were dying, turning into gray-white hues that floated within the lake.

Under the humanoid fungus’s control, the gray-white areas began to repair the metal sphere, expelling the lake water inside.

The holes on the metal sphere were disappearing, and the entire sphere started to compress.

From an initial size of four to five hundred meters, it compressed down to a final diameter of only about one hundred meters.

Having completed all this, the humanoid fungus’s form had long since dissipated, leaving only a purple gemstone. The gemstone flew and embedded itself into the carved characters on the metal sphere.

"Clang—"

The metal sphere emitted a faint glow, and the solid metal on its surface seemed to turn fluid, restoring seventy to eighty percent of its original form, and a metal disk slowly detached from it.

"I... melancholy, am hungry."

The floating metal disk gradually condensed into a small amount of liquid metal, forming a figure of a seated female, cross-legged at the core of the disk, speaking.

At this moment, Master Fuli finally saw the true appearance of the ruin’s owner.

Drifting Brother was a woman with long hair coiled at the back of her head, covering a high cranial top unusual among humans, with an appearance no different from that of a human female, dressed in an Egyptian-style outfit she had taken.

"You don’t say; I haven’t eaten dinner either," said Master Fuli, looking at the metal figurine on the disk, roughly understanding the melancholy fungus’s thoughts.

The ruin’s master was asleep; matters on Blue Star shouldn’t disturb her rest.

But if Huhu had any issues, he could directly consult with himself. After all, he wasn’t that different from the master.

One could even say, in a sense, he was an extension of the master’s will.

He was responsible for recording the events on Blue Star that occurred after the master’s slumber.

Once she awoke, he would inform her of everything through the return of the will.

"Hey? Old Li, is that you? Can you see if there’s any Spirit Particle Potion in the warehouse? Bring everything over; I’ve found a purebred foodie here."

"If that’s not possible, slaughter two Landlords of Longevity to entertain our Xia Country foodie..."

Ansheng borrowed a phone, called Li Wenkang, and briefly explained the situation, asking him to help prepare food.

"When will your master wake up?" Ansheng asked the melancholy fungus after hanging up, "And how should we address you when we communicate?"

"My codename is... Vacation."

The figurine on the disk thought for a moment and said, "You can just call me Vacation. The thing the master looks forward to the most at the beginning of each year is being able to take a vacation at the end of the year."

"Although... the master never got to take one before falling asleep."

The melancholy being was born at the end of the war, welding as a wrench in society from the start, going wherever tools needed to be repaired, screwing tight bolts.

Dragon People belong to a communal species, their collective consciousness far surpassing that of humans.

In today’s terms, on Blue Star, everyone is both Dragon People and fungi, working endless assembly lines with meat and potatoes ever-present in the canteen.

On leave? What is a leave? Only the useless to the collective could be granted leave.

A vacation? What can you do on vacation if not live idly until death? If inescapable, why not contribute a bit before you go.

Why are you standing there blankly? The fungi you painstakingly cultivated are being obliterated by miscellaneous fungi.

"Isn’t that ridiculous; the technology in the Second Epoch should be very advanced, right?"

"In the First Epoch, people could rent brains to earn salaries," Ansheng weirdly commented, looking at Vacation.

"Physical labor has laborers, but roles requiring creativity and copulation still needed personal presence. By the end of the war, one person could serve as a thousand."

"To the point where wills were sparking into flames..." Vacation lamented, speaking to Master Fuli.

"The internal chaos was leading to near extinction. What was so urgent that you couldn’t speak of it?" Ansheng asked, looking at Vacation.

"Recovering fungi... wait a minute, someone’s coming, and they’re quite annoying."

Vacation was just about to speak but seemed to sense something, suddenly choosing to close his mouth and prompting Master Fuli not to ask about the Second Epoch for the time being.

Some annoying individuals had arrived, and Vacation disliked wasting time speaking with unpleasant folks.

"Someone’s coming?"

Ansheng glanced toward the mining tunnel behind him, hearing nothing at first, but after two minutes, the sounds of dense footsteps echoed.

Strange-looking creatures, each carrying a fleshly form of the Landlord of Longevity, ran to the front of the ruins.

As Master Fuli watched, peculiar yet uniformly colored creatures, white and gold respectively, ran to Vacation’s front, sliding of their own accord, placing the fleshly forms on the ground.

"Oh mighty gods of Olympus!"

"We’ve heard you were hungry; we are willing to offer our bodies in exchange for your divine decree of longevity..."

Vacation sighed almost imperceptibly at Master Fuli, raising his arms to cover his ears.

"Ding ding ding—"

In Master Fuli’s mind, a wish list began to glow with golden light as the Landlords of Longevity made their wishes.