Rihalzam’s slime body has shrunk to the size of a person. Inside that slime, I can see small black dots.
But the very next moment, they spread to his entire body and rapidly become bigger.
They’re mushrooms. His slime body is transforming into mushrooms.
Rihalzam’s entire body is being replaced by black mushrooms, until it’s composed of a collection of small mushrooms.
His body now resembles what it was when he was human, and it all looks very eerie.
“I, don’t stink! I, am, hu, man! Rust, kill. Acti, vate!”
Rihalzam is yelling about something, and gesturing to activate a scroll.
But what appears is more mushrooms.
Many mushrooms on his arm take a form similar to that of a scroll.
But of course, there’s no way that’s made with alchemy.
I’m on high alert.
“Mani, fest!”
Rihalzam’s mushroom scroll keeps changing shape, and what appears is something that looks just like a transmuted beast that used to be under his control.
Is he copying what he was when he was human? No, this is just delusion…
Rihalzam’s mushroom arm starts swelling, until spores are sprayed from the giant mushroom caps.
It’s like gas.
When those spores touch the ground, they begin to melt it.
Wah, he powered up compared to when he was human. But why is he melting the ground? Is that some sort of special ability?
I’m surprised, but still formulate a plan.
He swings his arm widely, forming a wall of spore gas before pressing forward towards me.
“Rust!”
I can hear Taula sounding worried behind me, but I calmly take out another pot, and throw it at the incoming spore gas.
Obviously, it’s a magic item.
The pot opens, and my ears prickle.
It’s because of the drop in atmospheric pressure.
A vortex of air surges in the direction of the pot. The pot’s capacity has been expanded, and a reversed 《Polish》 magic circuit has been drawn into it.
Like a whirlpool on the surface of the sea, an inverted tornado appears from the pot and sucks in the air around it.
The spore gas that Rihalzam is expelling is sucked into the pot instantly.
The wind rages inside the room, and grazes Rihalzam.
He shields his face with his giant mushroom arm, and it gets taken in by the tornado.
“…”
He lets out an incomprehensible scream that is drowned out by the noise of the wind, and doesn’t quite reach me.
The giant arm is twisted inside the tornado until it reaches its limit. The mushroom fibers are ripped and the arm twisted off.
The arm is swallowed by the pot, and small mushrooms start dripping from where the arm used to be.
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Oh wow this is intensely gross.
“Cross the streams! It’s the only option!”
Stay-Dumb Mushroom Man: “NNNNNOOOOOO!!!!!”
BOOM!!!