A Magical Mushroom Soup Chapter 15

When I woke again, I found needles in my body, blood flowing through tubes toward a blood slave lying beside me.

I was donating blood to a blood slave! I tried to struggle up but discovered my hands and feet were bound with steel wire. I felt somewhat amused—he really overestimated me.

I searched everywhere for Jackson. As expected, he was also donating blood to a blood slave.

We were both being used as test subjects. The reason for giving blood slaves our blood was that the Shadow Vault leader suspected we'd both found Holy Grass, but he didn't dare risk it casually, so he used blood slaves to receive our blood.

After the transfusion, the Shadow Vault leader sent people to check the blood slaves' condition. Jackson's blood slave became stronger and faster, but mine showed no change.

Sure enough, Jackson was brought to the top floor.

No—I had to find a way to rescue Jackson quickly, or he'd be drained dry!

I devised a plan and spread a rumor among the blood slaves.

Word spread that drinking blood orally would be more effective than injection.

One told ten, ten told a hundred, until it reached the Shadow Vault leader's ears.

He didn't believe it at first, but after having a subordinate test it, it proved effective.

But actually, I'd had Jackson add some Tiger Grass juice to that blood.

The Shadow Vault leader believed it. I squeezed Tiger Grass juice into a transparent bag and gave it to Jackson to act at the right moment.

Jackson walked back on weak steps and nodded slightly to me.

The plan needed to speed up.

After drinking Jackson's blood, the Shadow Vault leader grew increasingly strong. With the last Tiger Grass plant used up, it was time to act!