Enemies Are All Nourishment for My Fungi..

Chapter 34: Chapter 34: If the Old Lady Doesn’t Show Her Might, They’ll Think She’s Just a Sick Cat

This man’s sinister laughter elicited laughter from the entire crowd.

“Calling you foolish isn’t entirely inaccurate, you seem quite content with making trouble here; aren’t you afraid nobody will hear you?”

“What’s there to be afraid of? There are no lights, no surveillance, and we outnumber you, don’t expect anyone to come and save you. Go ahead, tie her up and take her away quickly.”

Ye Nai spoke several times, pinpointing the person in the crowd who was speaking to her. As they charged at her, she thrust her arm forward and scattered a huge handful of superpower spores.

These spores had effortlessly killed those abnormally tunnelling creatures underground; humans would be even less of a challenge.

In the middle of the night, a group of people binding a young girl usually led to predictable outcomes; by tomorrow, she might well end up in the society news.

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Someone ought to be in the news, but it would definitely not be her.

The spores, following her intentions, quickly penetrated the bodies of everyone present.

Ye Nai gracefully backpedaled, using the boxing steps she had learned during the day, avoiding captures while trying to clearly see the lethal tactic of the spores.

Humans are mammals, and what works on one, works on all. She hadn’t seen how the spores killed those subterranean creatures last time, but this time, she intended to understand it thoroughly, to stabilize her mind.

The spores acted swiftly; entering the body through the nasal passages, they clogged the respiratory tract, and using the slightest bit of body fluid, quickly grew fungal mycelia which within seconds developed into a mature Fungal Mycelium, completely blocking the airway.

With less than half a minute of dodging, Ye Nai watched as one after another, the people across from her clawed at their necks, opened their mouths wide but couldn’t breathe, and silently fell to the ground in a suffocating struggle.

She stopped moving, stood a few steps away, letting no one touch her, and watched coldly, with no intention of helping.

Anyone who would ambush her while she was drunk, couldn’t be good news; let them die.

Under her indifference, after three minutes, the bodies on the ground ceased struggling, and large clumps of Fungal Mycelium spurted from their mouths, noses, and eyes.

Ye Nai collected them all into her Space, breaking them down and digesting them.

Processed through the fungus, it all became her energy, which she didn’t mind at all.

As for the guilt and remorse typically associated with one’s first kill, she felt neither, possibly because the killing was bloodless; she experienced no discomfort, only a sense of justification and a rush of exhilaration.

In an age of Otherworld invasions and wars spanning decades, who doesn’t have some psychological or mental affliction? If Awakeners who commit crimes are caught, they face maximum sentences, so it’s best not to get caught.

She hadn’t touched anything, but just to be safe, she scattered another wave of spores at the scene to clean up any organic residues on the ground.

So many people rolling on the rough, hard surface would undoubtedly leave traces like scraped skin; blood and skin cells were decomposable organic materials, and the fungus would eradicate all traces.

The principle of mass exchange; she had read about it online, she understood it.

Afterward, Ye Nai pulled out her electric scooter and used a nail to puncture the rear tire, then pushed the scooter out of that area, returning to the illuminated street.

If anyone investigated tomorrow, seeing the footage of her pushing the scooter could explain why she emerged so slowly from that stretch of road—her ride suddenly felt odd, so of course she had to stop and check what was wrong, right?

After waking up, the Space was empty, leaving behind a pile of non-decomposable synthetic objects—clothes, shoes, phones, and other personal belongings—all intact, without a single tear, and not a drop of blood stained.

Ye Nai controlled the fungus to gather these items into a heap, placed in a corner far from her personal belongings, planning to dispose of them when the seasons changed.

After washing up and eating breakfast, Ye Nai pushed her scooter out, inquired about a repair service at the front gate of her residence, got the tire fixed, and then leisurely rode to work.

After putting in a good effort the entire morning, when it was time to settle her accounts, she was informed that she would have a day off tomorrow—the accumulated trash had mostly been cleaned up, leaving a bit for the other sanitation workers. They would call her again once more trash piled up.

Ye Nai promptly agreed, happy about the extra hundred thousand she had earned in the past few days; she could now spend the whole day at the training gym.

“If you need money, you could offer your services for odd jobs; with your vast Space, you’re perfect for logistics, transporting supplies into the Secret Realm. If you’re not in a hurry, then focus on training; every bit of extra strength counts.”

The cashier who processed the payment was also the one who informed her of her day off and kindly gave her a reminder.

Ye Nai’s eyes lit up, and she nodded in acknowledgment.

“Thank you, I’ll train well before I earn money again.”

Heeding the advice like a filling meal, Ye Nai rode her bike home, pondering one of life’s big questions—what to have for lunch—while waiting for someone to pick a fight.

When she arrived at the entrance of her neighborhood, sure enough, someone stopped her, a group of middle-aged men and women accompanied by a team of warriors.

“It’s her! It’s her!”

“She killed my husband!”

“She killed my brother!”

The crowd, upon seeing Ye Nai, pushed past the warriors and sprang forward to seize her.

Ye Nai swiftly got off her bike and deftly stowed it in her space, then turned and ran.

“Catch her! She’s a murderer!”

Of course, the group of men and women couldn’t catch up to the nimble-footed Ye Nai, but their shouts let her know who they were and their purpose.

With no evidence left from the previous night, Ye Nai wasn’t the least bit panicked. As she ran, she looked back to memorize their faces, planning to settle the score once the storm had passed.

And their boss behind the scenes wouldn’t get away either. Someone had definitely incited the group last night. The boss who gave the orders thought he could hide behind the scenes and play innocent—no such easy way out.

Ye Nai sprinted to the front of a store under renovation, grabbed a scaffolding pipe, and ran back.

The workers couldn’t catch up to her.

“Quick, call someone over! There’s going to be a fight!”

“One against many, come and watch, come and watch!”

“Holy shit, the warriors can’t even stop her. Crazy, a group of people fighting one girl!”

One shout from a worker gathered all the idle folks on the street.

Ye Nai remembered what the coaches had said about her—she was powerful.

Let’s see if the pipe in her hand was tougher or the bones of those people.

In such a circumstance, the fungi growing freely in the danger zone sped up their energy feedback, causing Ye Nai’s arm muscles to swell and her veins to bulge.

The warriors, unable to stop her, continued trying while calling for backup.

Ye Nai was already swinging the iron pipe as she charged into the crowd.

A direct explosive strike against them.

One pipe for each person.

No matter where she hit, it resulted in them dropping to the ground immediately—concussions if they were hit on the head, fractures if hit on the body.

Wielding the pipe wildly, what seemed like a frenzied waste of energy reduced more than half of the men and women chasing her to lying on the ground within ten minutes. Only seven or eight who didn’t dare charge were left, clinging together in fear, shivering.