Dreamcore Mushroom Novels & Stories

"Its partial ingredients include hallucinogenic mushrooms, honey, cannabis, blue lotus, milk, and pomegranate." "For real?" "Finish the drink, my lady, so you shall feel better in no time." I did and felt like I could run around the whole house ten times without losing my breath. "Tell me, Kesar, whether the stuff about avatars and gods is real here," I said. "Am I not going crazy?" She smiled an apologetic smile and shook her head.

"A thousand and nine hundred-year-old Dreamy Moon Grass is a rare treasure!" The martial artist from the Flame Palace suddenly found one of the herbs and exclaimed. This stalk of Dreamy Moon Grass released a moonlight-like light beam. It looked exceptionally divine and dazzling. Not only that, but the strong fluctuation of the aura also made the whole person's soul tremble. "What? There's a Heaven Spiritual Divine Flower?" He looked to the side again and saw another shocking treasure. This Heaven Spiritual Divine Flower was only half a meter tall. It looked ordinary, but it gave off a very pure aura.

Leon deadpanned. Damian had been poisoned and a Ganoderma was the best cure, considering how severe his condition was, Leon figured they would need a wild Ganoderma that had grown for at least five hundred years, which was extremely rare. Leon had only seen two herbs that had grown for that long during the auctions that took place in Seacove City, and neither one of those herbs was wild Ganoderma, which was proof to how rare it was. It would be impossible for Patrick to find such a rare specimen within ten minutes and that was precisely the reason why Leon said that Damian was beyond saving.

With my eyes closed, I continued my strange tale. Suddenly, there was a blinding white light and I couldn't see anything, so I closed my eyes against the glare. Someone or something touched me on the shoulder and my eyes fluttered open. Before me, stood a man, wearing ordinary clothes but with a shimmer about him, a glow, a bright aura about him. When he spoke it sounded like thunder, yet I heard him clearly. He smiled kindly at me. I told him I didn't and he said to walk with him.

Heat warmed my cheeks, carrying embarrassment that quickly faded when Sarah herself erupted in a fit of wet coughing. When I finally managed to stop, I realized I felt different. There was this odd sensation dancing along my skin, like little bursts of electricity. As they burrowed deep, they melted into a blissful numbness that had my shoulders drooping and eyelids growing heavy. Goddess, what was this stuff? Coop rolled his head my way, “Nice, isn’t it? It’s official name is Dark Matter. Think of it as the magical version of weed. It’s blessed by a witch with an earth affinity, so it’s extra potent.”

"Oh, this?" She held up the glass jar. "You've got some wonderful fungi growing on a few of these pine trees. Its scientific name is Croartia Quercuum. Most people call it Fusiform Rust. In Wiccan circles, it goes by Heart Skin. Deadly to the trees but incredibly useful for attack potions. Poison, essentially. If you administer it to someone and perform the right spells over the mixture, their hearts will literally burst right inside their chests. Like pop, you know?"

She quickly straightened in her seat, sitting rigidly upright. Paul leaned back. "It looks fine. The heat has irritated it a bit, but there's no blistering. Some more cold water should help." "Th-Thank you, Dr. Jefferson," Miranda stammered, taking a couple more gulps of ice water to cool her face. "Ooh, what kind of mushroom is this?" she asked, trying to change the subject. "Almond mushroom, also called mushroom of the sun," he replied. "They're tiny and cute…" she murmured as he placed a few more onto her plate.

I spotted the mushrooms on the table. Helen smacked me on the back and grumbled, “What are you staring at? Hurry up and wash them!” I hesitated and asked, “Helen, I don’t think I’ve ever seen you bring these mushrooms home before. Are you sure they’re not poisonous?” Predictably, Helen brushed me off with her usual disdain. “Look at you. You’re so clueless. These are rare termite mushrooms, perfect for making chicken broth. They’re incredibly nutritious! I went out before dawn to stake my claim, or someone else would’ve grabbed them already!