Chapter: 624

It pulled and pulled as its own skin was pulled tight, but it seemed like it wasn’t coming off no matter how hard it pulled. Jay thought the deers skin was more likely to rip away before its fur was free of the strange, sticky red fruit.

The deer cooed and cried as it hopelessly tried to get free, but its struggle only made it jump around aimlessly in a panic – but to its demise, it was only tangled up further as more and more red fruits stuck to its fur.

Soon enough, so many were on its fur that it could barely move around as the tendrils of the mushrooms became like strong ropes anchored to its hide.


Jay watched silently from the other side of the mushroom-covered desert as the helpless glade deer was tangled up by the hanging red fruit of the mushrooms – though he was mostly focused on the large grey predator chasing it.

“It could easily catch the deer now… so why doesn’t it want to touch the sand?”

Jay wondered, but soon had an answer.

Slowly, the deer was lifted into the air – the tendrils attached to the fruit were being reeled into the mushroom caps.

The deer whined as it was stretched and pulled tight between two of the mushroom caps, and as its body was pulled it began to make pitiful noises which sent shivers up Jay’s spine, no longer even sounding like a deer.

Jay watched on in horror as the worst slowly happened before his eyes. Some animals were barbaric but this was something else, it was uncaring brutality.

Strangely… a part of him, a deep dark part within the depths of his mind… almost seemed to be excited.

Jay shivered, pushing the strange excited feeling deeper, suppressing it before it grew and could possibly get him to agree with it.

“This could have been my fate.” he clenched his jaw.

The deer squired as it was pulled tighter, and almost seemed to spasm for a moment, but something suddenly popped and dislocated under its fur.

Next, the fur was ripped open, slowly and mercilessly. The deer was probably – hopefully – dead by now, so it would have been spared from this pain.

After each mushroom cap had ripped the deer into two parts, it tucked the flesh under its cap.

The mushrooms them folded back up and went back under the sand.

Finally, silence. The beast stared at the side of the forest and Jay just stood there watching from the other side of the desert.

He could only stand in awe as he looked at the numerous mushrooms covering the whole desert for as far as he could see.

“How many animals died to make a field this big…” he had a stern look as he gazed at them.

The large grey beast did a small grunt and returned to the forest. It seemed this had happened many times before and was simply used to it.

“Thankfully it didn’t notice me… though there is always a chance that it pretended not to notice me. It could simply be watching me from the depth of the forest.” he thought, still looking for any signs of moment.

“Maybe I’m just being paranoid…” he shrugged, “anyway, time to test the red fruit.” he added.

“Well, who wants to go first?” Jay looked around at his skeletons.

Of course, a sly smile came across his face as he looked towards Sweeper.

Before sending Sweeper off into the mushroom field, Jay made sure to take its weapon from it. He didn’t want to waste another.