Novel & Cerita Little Mushroom: Judgment Day

The odor worsened as they neared the clumps of fungi, the stench was a mixture of old blood and rotten corpse combined with a salty musk that immersed with the dampness of mushrooms. “This is unnatural. They’re pulsing” Froster mutters, inspecting the contaminated contents of an overturned crate. “Were the random piles of mushrooms not enough for you Froster?” Likaya replied, sarcasm was heavy as she tried to make sense of her surroundings. “This isn’t a Rot Spell. This is, this is too damn much.” she muttered avoiding a clump that seemed to edge towards her as she neared. The said mass was situated by a set of tables and chairs, the place seemed to be a dining area, evident by the hole fill

Monica enlarged the live broadcast area and focused on enlarging the area. Everyone was shocked. They immediately turned on their computers and located Green Bill Mountain. As expected, they found this unique moss. Because this kind of moss usually grows near water, it is very likely that the Death Judge’s live broadcast location was near Green Bill Mountain. “This isn’t a smokescreen thrown by the Death Judge, right?” Bowman asked suspiciously. They had been fooled by the Death Judge before, and it wasn’t the first time. They had already suffered psychological trauma. “No matter what, we can’t let go of this little bit of hope,” Ross said in a low voice.

"Nova, I paid a fortune for these mushrooms. People online say if you eat them, you can see the answers to the SAT." The moment I opened my eyes, I saw my best friend, Elise Moore, excitedly holding a white-stemmed, red-capped mushroom in front of me. "When the exam day comes, I'll eat one of these. Getting into a top university will be effortless." The smug look in Elise's eyes made my whole body tremble with rage.

At that moment, Mia observed Timothy approaching, his gaze penetrating. Confronted by his intense stare, Mia cleared her throat and remarked, "It seems like the reishi mushrooms arrived just in time." Timothy glanced at her and spoke in a deep voice, "The reishi mushrooms have been used up. Monalize, I owe you one. If there's anything you need that I can do, just let me know." "Tim!" Luna suddenly interrupted, her tone tinged with panic. She couldn't shake the worry that Monalize might make unreasonable demands, such as seeking to become heiress of the Barrett family.

He paused for five seconds and said, "It seems that we don't have any vegetables for dinner. Our diet is not balanced." "Don't we have mushrooms and chestnuts? We could go to the forest to find some wild vegetables tomorrow morning. Then, we could have salad and pork pies for lunch tomorrow," Stella Grace looked at the mushrooms that she had just washed. Jasper Milton nodded and said, "You should cook the pettitoes then." He continued peeling the chestnuts.

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!

Says Lyle “You ARE a cult! I knew it! Oh my god! Is all this part of some dooms day conspiracy? You worship the moon or something and now it is in the proper cycle for the end of days or something?” Says Amaris sarcastically. Suddenly her woozy spell was gone and she was wondering why she had even gotten into Mr. Bruce’s car in the first place. As Amaris finished speaking red and blue lights light up the far wall of the kitchen. They were coming in from the window next to the side door.

From her viewpoint, it’s as if she’s covered in a sea of leaves. Accashia looked down and noticed that the ground was covered with mushrooms. Red, brown and yellow. Some were already there and some popped and sprouted randomly. The mushrooms spew thick spores. It was golden and it makes the young lady’s nose itchy. Luntian noticed this and said, “Be careful, Accashia.” Was her stern warning. “Try to breathe slowly, for the mushroom spores can bring forth dangerous hallucinations.” Luntian stopped walking, she patted the horse’s rear, and it stopped moving as well. “The mushrooms are poisonous. It brings out the worst in all of us.”

And when you see it, you can't unsee it. "We have something to show you," says Aluna, grinning. She doesn't have to say it. We all see it now. Cook's a troll. No wonder the burgers are over-cooked! Even as we watch, he sighs and starts growing larger in a green, noxious haze of rotten egg and cabbage smells. When he stops his transformation, he's small for a troll--only around nine foot. He has to bend over in the diner and the smell is insane. I'm trying not to put my hand over my nose and mouth because that feels like it would be very rude considering how he has just trusted us. Others are not so polite and are coughing and hurrying out.

The door slammed shut behind him making me wince. I curled myself up into a ball on the ground and wept like a baby. I must have fallen asleep because when I awoke it was the next morning. The guard had left a small plate of food consisting of a slice of toast and an apple and glass of water. My stomach rumbled at the sight of it. I was freezing with only a thin blanket to keep me warm, it barely stretched over my body but I did not complain. I suppose I was lucky to have even that. Alpha Issac would surely have seen sense by now? Or I hoped so anyway.