Chapter: 682

Without hesitation, Number Three closed his eyes and began to meditate, calming himself and slowing his breathing before successfully falling asleep.

Some time later though, he woke up.

A few hours passed, and he managed to make his air last longer, but not long enough.

His breaths were getting more and more strained, faster and somehow feeling more empty.

Each of his fingers tingled while his head felt like it was getting heavier.

“Fuck. They didn’t make it in time.” he thought, not wasting his breath on words.

He was out of time.

He couldn’t tell how much time he saved, but it didn’t matter now anyway.

Regretfully, he took out one last item from his inventory – the only one he thought which could get him out of this. He didn’t consider it an option before as he wasn’t this desperate.

The item in question was a strange weapon he picked up from a travelling merchant many years ago.

It was pitch black within the mushroom cap, but he felt it in his palm. Channeling some mana into it, he then threw it down – as fast as he could in the thick syrup-like acid within the mushroom.

He pulled himself upwards to the top of the mushroom and waited until –

*BOOM!!*

An unbearable pressure spread across his body.

Despite being in his armour his body shook wildly, the vibration felt like it had shattered his bones. Thankfully his helmet was made sturdier than the rest of the armour and his head was spared from most of the impact.

Much of the explosion was contained in the mushroom head, so he had absorbed a lot of it.

After a few moments though, his body healed as some of his health was drained.

While his armour was heavily damaged, he didn’t care as long as it saved his life.

Thankfully, it seemed to work as the liquid was draining out of the bottom of the mushroom – though was quickly replaced as the mushroom simply produced more.

“An exit” he thought, quickly pushing himself down.

His plan worked.

He pushed himself to the bottom, and soon pushed his leg out. Dying for air, he kept pushing desperately and soon the other leg came out.

Unfortunately, he soon couldn’t push anymore. Something below the mushroom was blocking his path.

“What the fuck.” he thought, still straining to get air. His lungs felt like they were about to collapse; he felt like his consciousness was about to slip away.

Adding large amount of mana to the armour he continued to push and made it a little further but there was just not enough strength to push through the mushroom cap.