A Magical Mushroom Soup Chapter 6

For two years I'd kept searching for my brother, but every result ended in despair and breakdown.

To learn more survival skills, I went hunting with Jackson.

A rabbit entered our field of vision, preparing to attack us, but suddenly froze in place.

I'd never seen an apocalypse rabbit act like this—in the apocalypse, even rabbits were carnivores.

Even when Jackson thrust his katana at it, the rabbit didn't move an inch.

As I picked up the rabbit in confusion, Jackson suddenly shoved me aside.

When I came to my senses, I realized I'd nearly been attacked by a mutant tiger! Fortunately, Jackson had saved me in time.

But Jackson faced the tiger head-on. The tiger was too powerful—Jackson was gradually losing ground. I circled behind the tiger, about to ambush it when it suddenly turned around.

Seeing its claws about to strike me, I couldn't dodge in time and closed my eyes, raising my knife to block.

But the expected pain never came. I slowly opened my eyes to find the tiger's paw lowering gently, looking at me curiously, continuously sniffing me.

Huh!? Jackson and I made eye contact, both confused.

Jackson was about to sneak in a killing blow when I raised my hand to signal him to wait, because I sensed no malice from the tiger.

This was extremely dangerous—being so close to the apocalypse's top predator with no protection. One swipe could end my life.

But what I didn't expect was for this tiger to suddenly stick out its tongue and lick my palm, then nuzzle its head into my chest! I broke out in goosebumps.

Wait a minute—why had the tiger turned into a giant housecat!?