Chapter 763: Chapter 526: The Mushroom Hero and Spawm_2
Chang Shoushang willingly took the title of team leader Ding, because he was afraid of getting hurt in a fight.
"Break a leg, lose an eye?"
Li Pu gave his own answer.
After all, he had [Repair], so he wasn’t afraid at all.
"Not right, boh."
Spaam shook its head, although strictly speaking, it didn’t have a head.
"Get uglier?"
Wu Guinan believed his handsomeness was second only to Li Pu in the group, so even if he got a bit uglier, he’d still be handsome.
"Not right, boh."
Spaam shook its head again.
"Give up all my possessions."
Long Ren thought money was just a material possession.
"Not right, boh."
"Bleed endlessly."
Chang Shoushang, unlike them, expressed what he was afraid of.
"Not right, boh."
"Impotence?"
Qian Shanshan hoped this would be the price.
If it really was the price, she’d definitely benefit the most.
But this time, before Spaam could answer, she received four malicious glares.
Maybe she didn’t need it now, but she would definitely need it in the future.
This thing was something they couldn’t possibly lack.
"All wrong, all wrong."
"Or perhaps right, but also wrong."
"The price you pay depends on the wish you make."
"Boh."
That was Spaam’s final answer.
"Do you know what price this guy paid back then?"
It glanced at the Mushroom Warrior.
"Brain."
"Mind."
"Intelligence."
"IQ."
"Sanity."
The answers from the five were different, yet also seemed the same.
"Boh eh...no."
Finally, Spaam decided to reveal the answer.
With that answer, the past encounter was mentioned again.
However, compared to the Mushroom Warrior’s brief words, Spaam’s account was much more detailed.
In the memory, on a certain year, month, and day, in a gloomy secret realm.
A deflated, balloon-like shell lay weakly on the ground.
"I never thought that as a proud princess, I’d end up in such a state, boh."
The shell’s eyes were lifeless, its voice weak.
(Wu Guinan: "Wait, aren’t you a demon.")
(Spaam: "That doesn’t matter, don’t interrupt my reminiscing, boh.")
A demon feeds on the price of a wish.
And as a demon, it had never successfully sold a wish since its birth.
So now, it was completely unable to support itself.
"This dangerous secret realm, there likely won’t be anyone coming, boh..."
Even if it wanted to find a trader now, it was impossible.
Because the surroundings were full of dangerous magical beasts, and it couldn’t communicate with them to make a deal.
And now it was lost in this secret realm, trapped unable to leave.
Until its life force was almost depleted, now it couldn’t even move.
All it could do was lie on the ground waiting for death.
"Forget it, perhaps this is the consequence of becoming a demon, boh."
As time passed, Spaam’s eyelids grew weaker.
Whoosh... splat!
At that moment, a huge pile of dung fell from the sky, landing 5 meters away.
This scene only heightened Spaam’s sorrow.
"In my final moments, I have to keep company with dung, huh huh huh boh..."
It gave a bitter laugh.
However, a few seconds later, there was movement in that pile of dung.
"Phew! Finally back to daylight! Mogu Mogu da!"
"It’s all that nearly dead, hateful dragon beast’s fault!"
A mushroom person leapt out from inside.
It was the Mushroom Warrior.
The Mushroom Warrior never used transport when traveling far as it had no fixed destination and always had means for long-distance travel.
It was just a bit smelly, narrow, and boring.
"It’s, it’s...a person, boh!"
Seeing the Mushroom Warrior appear, a glint of light appeared in Spaam’s dim eyes.
"What’s this thing, Mogu Mogu da?"
Almost simultaneously, the Mushroom Warrior noticed it too.
"Looks like a balloon about to die, Mogu Mogu da."
It leaned in for a closer look.
A strong smell of bird dung hit them directly.
The pungent odor almost made Spaam miraculously revive and jump up.
Even though the stench was unbearable, it endured.
Because the mushroom man before it was its only hope for survival.
So it spoke its meticulously prepared, foolproof demon opening speech.
"You stupid, filthy, despicable, and foolish mushroom man, hurry up and kneel before the noble me."
"Then speak your wish, and beg me to make it come true."
"Boop."
(Long Ren: "...No wonder you haven’t been able to sell any wishes before.")
(Wu Guinan: "Saying ’stupid’ twice, really?")
"Grant wishes?"
"But I don’t have a wish, goo-haha."
The mushroom hero still wore that smile and scratched its head.
"But since you can grant wishes, why not grant your own wish, goo?"
And then it asked.
"..."
The question rendered Spam speechless.
"I... can’t grant my own wish."
Of course, it had wishes.
But the demon rules forbade it from speaking its own wishes.
It also couldn’t fulfill its own wishes, only those of others engaged in the trade.
"Then let me help fulfill your wish, goo-goo-da!"
"I’m a hero, goo-goo-da!"
The mushroom hero patted its chest.
"Ah, boop?"
Spam was taken aback on the spot.
During its time as a demon, it had encountered those who avoided it, those who insulted it back x108, those who doubted it, those who tried to attack it, and those who attempted to capture and imprison it.
But someone offering to help fulfill its wish, this was the first.
This mushroom man seemed exceptionally foolish.
"Then you must sacrifice... half of your life expectancy."
And yet, Spam was strangely compelled to say that.
Its only thought was to continue living.
But once those words left its mouth, it seemed absurd.
No one was likely to agree to such terms.
After all, half a lifespan was perhaps more valuable than anything else in this world.
"No problem, goo-goo-da."
Yet the mushroom hero agreed without hesitation.
By some chance coincidence, at that moment, the gloomy sky parted, casting a bright beam of light that was out of place with its surroundings.
And this beam of light happened to fall upon the mushroom hero.
Together with its vibrant and sunny smile, something inside Spam felt stirred.
As soon as the mushroom hero agreed, its body suddenly emitted a stream of blue glowing particles.
The particles floated lightly towards Spam.
The mushroom hero could clearly feel its life expectancy fading rapidly.
But it’s a long-lived mushroom.
It had no special skill but lived long.
No worries!
"!!!"
However, Spam thought differently.
Looking at the scene before it, Spam was incredibly excited.
Because it knew what this meant: the deal was complete.
The particles absorbed by its body felt like sparks igniting a tinder.
It could feel its life energy rapidly restoring.
And its form began to swell like a balloon being inflated.
Soon, Spam transformed into a plump slime.
"Thank you."
It blinked its moist eyes, clearly still in disbelief.
Just a moment ago, it was on the brink of death; now, it felt revived. Anyone would be caught off guard.
"Goo-goo-wa!"
But upon hearing these words, the mushroom hero felt delighted.
"This is the first time someone thanked me!"
"Being a hero feels amazing!"
"Goo-goo-da-da!"
It even began to dance right there.
"This... this guy!"
Spam gradually came to its senses, sensing something off.
This mushroom man was likely the mushroom man among mushroom men.
Which meant the fool among fools.
But whether the other was foolish hardly mattered to it.
Under demon rules, it just needed to fulfill the other’s wish next.
"So come on, tell me your wish, I’ll make it happen."
Now, Spam’s tone was much calmer.
"I said I don’t have any wishes."
"And even if I did, heroes should fulfill their own wishes."
"Goo-goo-da-da!"
The mushroom hero smiled brightly, its tone firm.
Spam: "..."
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