In the central square of the Fungus Fortress, beneath the giant statue of a Puji stepping on dragon horns, tables laden with fine food and wine stretched out in a long line.The grease from roasted whole insects sizzled on the charcoal fire, and the aroma, mixed with the scent of Mushroom wine, permeated the entire square.The dwarves, bare-chested, were having a drinking contest with the Fungus Fortress soldiers, their wooden mugs clacking together, not even bothering to wipe the wine foam splashing onto their beards.Someone started playing an accordion, and a few tipsy dwarves began to dance to the tune, even pulling in the Pujis responsible for serving dishes.Bado even saw some drunken dwarves dizzily leaving the square with Half-Demon Fungus Citizens who clearly had succubus blood.He sincerely hoped those guys would still be able to stand up straight tomorrow; after all, they were supposed to head back after today."Bado! Bado! Look!"A boisterous shout came from behind him.Bado turned his head and saw the dwarf who had fought alongside him to the death against Eugene. This fellow had almost died on the spot after Eugene's blood-draining strike; normally, such an injury would require half a month of bed rest.But the medical skills of the Fungus Fortress were truly formidable; it was only the third day, and he was already able to sing and dance.At this moment, symbiotic mycelium grew on the dwarf's arm, and two Pujis followed beside him.When he took a step forward, the Pujis hopped forward; when he raised his hand, the Pujis raised their tentacles; when he twisted his waist, the Pujis spun in circles, their movements perfectly synchronized."Hehehe! So this is what it feels like to control Pujis, how interesting!" The dwarf's face glowed with excitement. As he leaned back, the two Pujis immediately caught him steadily, then used their tentacles to pick up wine cups and meat skewers to stuff into his mouth.Bado shook his head helplessly, too lazy to deal with this idiot.He gulped down some Mushroom wine and, pointing at the giant statue of a cloaked Puji in the center of the square, asked Spark, who was sitting nearby sipping wine: "Say, is this statue of a certain member of the Mushroom Clan?""That's our boss," Spark replied."Boss?"Bado turned his head in confusion, his gaze falling on a high platform in front of the Screaming Bell on the other side, where a Puji wearing a bright red cloak was standing.That bright red cloak was longer than the Puji itself, trailing behind and fluttering slightly in the wind.It held a short wooden stick in its tentacles, waving it back and forth rhythmically.Following its lead, the hidden doors on the Screaming Bell Tower opened and closed one after another.Every time a door opened, a Vampire's scream would pierce out from within.Some were sharp, some were raspy, and some trailed off with long echoes.Those screams were strung together by the rhythm of the wooden stick, rising and falling until they actually formed a tune.Though it wasn't very pleasant to the ear.But it was indeed very suitable for a victory banquet.Bado stared at the Puji waving the wooden stick for a long time, then looked back at the towering statue."If I'm not mistaken, that Puji...""That's our boss," Spark nodded.Bado smacked his lips and swallowed the rest of his words along with his wine.He tried to imagine the Dwarf King performing a talent show himself at a banquet.Well, he couldn't imagine it....The atmosphere of the victory banquet was lively, but not everyone was so happy.Baroque, a second-generation member of the Mushroom Clan, had originally been cheerfully telling Tolin and Glenm how he had finally blown up that giant bat with infrasonic attacks in the third loop by relying on his memory of the patterns.Suddenly, he sensed a hint of dejection within the lively and happy mycelial network.Since his promotion to a higher Mushroom form, his perception within the mycelial network had become even stronger.Making an excuse to leave, Baroque followed his intuition and found the source of the dejected emotions.They were the newly ascended second-generation Mushroom Clan members from this war.After a simple and efficient exchange, Baroque understood the situation.These Mushroom Transferees were naturally surprised and delighted when they were first reborn as Pujis.But at today's victory banquet, upon discovering they could no longer taste the fine wine and food, they inevitably felt a bit lost.As a Mushroom who had been through it, Baroque knew this all too well.He smiled at the other Mushroom Transferees and said, "This is where you're wrong. If you're feeling lost, why hide in a corner and mope instead of coming to ask a senior like me?""Baroque, do you actually have a way to taste flavors again?"Baroque shook his Mushroom cap. "No.""Then what's there to talk about..." That Mushroom Transferee's Mushroom cap drooped even more."Although we can't taste Delicious, our Mushroom Clan has our own ways of entertainment!" Baroque straightened his round body, adjusting his Mushroom cap with a tentacle. "So, do you want to know?"The Mushroom Transferees immediately crowded around. "Senior!"And so, under the curious gazes of the banquet participants, this group of Pujis swarmed into the "Hot Spring Center" of the Fungus Fortress in a grand fashion.Heading straight for the Puji exclusive massage area.As a new group in the Fungus Fortress, the second-generation Mushroom Clan and Mushroom Transferees didn't have many ordinary human needs, yet they had an abundance of surplus contribution points.Thus, without Lin Jun needing to make special arrangements, services specifically targeting these Mushroom Transferees naturally emerged.One by one, the Mushroom Transferees soaked in warm water, letting the attendants knead and massage them.Sighs of comfort echoed through the mycelial network.The only slight regret was that the professional massage staff were clearly insufficient for the sudden increase in Mushroom Transferees.Seeing how comfortable those who went in first looked, the other Mushroom Transferees waiting behind could only impatiently urge them through the mycelial network to finish quickly."Are you done yet? Are you done yet?""It's only been five minutes!""Five minutes isn't enough? I feel like a whole Puji year has passed!"However, no one was feeling down about not being able to taste food anymore.Seeing this, Baroque nodded his Mushroom cap with satisfaction, his mind at ease as he concentrated on enjoying the massage.Then, he was pinched hard.The one currently responsible for massaging him was Aisha, who had succubus blood and was now his wife."You damn Mushroom," Aisha's fingers were still pinching his Mushroom cap with just the right amount of force—enough to make it hurt a little, but not so much that he dared to dodge. "If you wanted a massage, why didn't you go home? Why did you have to come to the Hot Spring Center?"She leaned in closer, her voice lowered. "Do you think you can collect another killed-in-action pension?"Baroque's tentacles flailed about. "Oh... this... there's a reason for this... let me explain..."No one noticed that the bathwater of the Mushroom Transferees didn't flow into the sewers....Little Pig sat in the central command room of the Fungus Fortress, watching the lively scene below through the window from a distance.She didn't participate, firstly because she had no interest.Secondly, because the boss had specifically scheduled the victory banquet for the daytime to perform the Vampire chorus, and she didn't want to end up like those unlucky souls locked in the Screaming Bell, screaming as they were scorched in full view of everyone.However, she had her own way of entertainment.Little Pig stood up and slowly walked to a corner where a semi-petrified statue, recently sent by the boss, was placed.She reached out, her fingertips gently stroking the petrified cheek, as she looked tenderly into the statue's flickering eyes that brimmed with tears. "My dear sister, you now look so much more beautiful..."Book Recommendation: "Who Left Their Last Words Here?"Beware the moon! An abnormal signal has arrived from the lost Yin Ruins civilization; it says: [Do not answer!]