Chapter: 625

“Go.” he smiled.

After losing it weapon, Sweeper seemed to lower its head as it entered the field – though Jay didn’t leave it without options: he gave it a small stick which he snapped off a small withered bush.

As Sweeper drew closer to the first mushroom it poked one of the red fruits with the stick it was given.

Strangely the red fruit bounced harmlessly off the stick.

“Odd…” Jay thought, “so maybe it can sense living from non-living?”