Tentacles whipped through the air like a whip.
Another Slime was split in two.
Thirteen disdainfully shook off the tentacles, flicking away the evil remnants on them.
This was already the sixteenth one.
In the distance, among the jagged gray-brown rocks, a few bouncing figures were faintly approaching.
These Slimes were not strong, at least not a threat to Thirteen, who had the body of Knight Puki.
Compared to these annoying yet weak evils, what troubled it more was its own situation.
Suddenly thrown into this barren, desolate area with sparse Fungal Mats, without tasks or instructions, even inquiries sent to the Mushroom Lord were like stones sinking into the sea.
Of course, it was normal for the Mushroom Lord to ignore a Mushroom, but in the current situation, it left Thirteen feeling confused.
It had tried moving towards the more lush fungal areas, only to find itself restricted from going there, clearly by the Mushroom Lord's limits.
It seemed... it had been exiled.
