Chapter 251: Our Daughter Is Depressed
Mycelids—mushroom folk—were a unique intelligent species native to the Umbral Depths.
They possessed roughly humanoid forms, but at their core, they were essentially oversized mushrooms. Their habits were similar as well: given water and soil, they could sustain themselves indefinitely.
Reproduction, however, was far from simple. They couldn't just sprout from any random log.
Mycelids preferred to plant their spores into animal carcasses. Only then would their young grow quickly and healthily.
They had intelligence comparable to humans, along with distinctive racial abilities, but they were also dangerous. They harbored an instinctive hostility toward most non-mycelid species. Fortunately, they rarely strayed far from their colonies and seldom hunted actively. As long as they weren't provoked, they were unlikely to attack.
That was everything Ambrose knew about mycelids from the various tomes he had studied.
But he had no idea that there were different types of mycelids.
He prided himself on being well-read, yet even something this basic had escaped him. Clearly, learning was a lifelong pursuit.
Just as Ambrose was about to consult Black Rose again, another message from her arrived. [Black Rose: Our daughter has run into a bit of trouble lately. It's perfect timing. Come to the Umbral Depths. I'll have those mycelids brought over for you to study. You can also talk to Milena.]