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The group of brothers walked along the path through the woods.

The grass underfoot gradually transitioned into a layer of fallen leaves, the trees on both sides became denser, and the light became dimmer.

After walking for about ten minutes, a relatively open clearing in the woods appeared ahead.

In the center of the open space, several light green slimes were hopping around slowly, their round bodies bouncing on the grass, making a "duangduangduang" sound.

The one in the very middle was noticeably larger than its companions, and its color was also a bit darker.

The boss initiated data insights.

Boss: "The normal slime has 250 HP, the elite one has 1000. It has no special skills and attacks by ramming, so the damage is not high."

Upon hearing this, the second child immediately perked up, "250? Isn't that the same as me?"

He drew his beginner's iron sword and shouted:

"Sword, come!"

He rushed up to one of the ordinary slimes and slashed down with his sword.

A round, plump slime appeared above its head—damage: 250.

Then with a bang, it exploded into a small, green, pixelated firework. After the firework exploded, it was gone.

The second brother sheathed his sword, turned around smugly, and said, "See that? One slash, one kill!"

Before he could finish speaking, the elite slime next to him suddenly sprang up and slammed into the second brother's waist.

The second brother was knocked off balance and stumbled a couple of steps before regaining his footing, losing a small amount of health.

The leader calmly directed from behind: "You still have 95% health. It can't kill you. Keep going."

The second brother went up and slashed three more times, causing the elite slime to explode and turn into a larger green firework.

The second brother sheathed his sword, looked up at the sky at a forty-five-degree angle, and spoke in a desolate tone:

"So what if I'm 250? In my life, I've always been strong when facing the strong, and strong when facing the weak."

The remaining slimes were still jumping around.

The eldest brother turned to the third brother and said, "Third brother, try out your skills."

The third brother nodded and stepped forward, beginning to read the message.

Five long seconds later, a small tornado appeared beneath the feet of the slimes.

Several slimes simultaneously displayed "Damage: 9999" above their heads, then instantly exploded into fireworks.

Third brother: "My skill seems a bit too powerful!"

The eldest brother poured cold water on the idea: "But you're fragile, with even less health than the fourth brother. That ordinary slime just now only hit the second brother once, and he lost 5% of his health. If it hit you, you might be done for."

Third brother: "..."

The second brother walked over, patted the third brother on the shoulder, and said earnestly, "It's okay, little brother. When the fight starts, you stand behind me and I'll block for you. As long as I have 1 point of health left, I won't let the monster touch a single hair on your head."

The third brother looked at him, moved, and said, "Second brother..."

Second Brother: "After all, if you fall, our team's damage output will all depend on my 250 damage per hit, which will take forever to kill."

The third brother silently wiped away his tears of gratitude: "Thank you, Second Brother Xu. Your concern is so practical and reassuring."

Second brother: "You're welcome! Let's go, let's go mushroom hunting."

The four of them walked for nearly two more hours.

The path gradually disappeared, and the trees grew so dense that even light could hardly penetrate.

The second brother led the way, using his sword to cut through the vines blocking their path, muttering to himself, "How much further? How big is this forest? Are we lost?"

The leader glanced down at the system map. "We're not lost. The coordinates show we're about 200 units away from the Giant Mushroom King."

After walking for a while, the trees ahead gradually became sparser.

The second son pushed aside the last clump of bushes, stepped out, and then stopped.

The leader who was right behind him also stopped.

The third brother peeked out from between the two men, but then stopped.

Shang Song, walking at the back, saw the three people standing ahead and couldn't help but ask, "What's wrong? Have we arrived yet?"

He squeezed to the side of the second brother, looked ahead, and then... froze.

Before us lay a vast open space.

In the center of the open space, an incredibly large mushroom was quietly curled up in a circular nest-like depression.

It's huge, huge, huge.

But it's not gloomy or scary at all.

It is a round, cartoon-style giant mushroom.

In the sunset, its canopy is a pale orange-red, adorned with standard small white dots.

The pole is pure white and looks exceptionally clean.

The mushroom was incredibly large, with a soft golden halo around its edges.

It was sleeping, and the golden halo flickered with its breath, as gentle as the brightest star in the night sky.

It was sleeping soundly, and the mushroom would occasionally tremble slightly, as if it were having a sweet dream.

On its white pole, there is also a cartoon emoticon with the characters ๑＞ᴗ＜๑.

Shang Song stared at the mushroom, looking at it again and again, then said seriously, "...Why do I feel that this big mushroom is quite handsome?"

The second brother suddenly turned to look at him, his eyes filled with shock: "Holy crap! Shang Xiaosong, are you a hopeless case of being a sucker for good looks?! You call a mushroom 'handsome and refined'?!"

Shang Song: "...It's just so beautiful! Look at that mushroom-shaped head, so round and plump, and that stem, so white and tender, with that golden halo, and it's even smiling, so gentle!"

The second brother took a deep breath and turned to the eldest brother, "You need to control him."

The leader ignored their bickering, pushed up his glasses, and activated his skill, Data Insight.

The next second, the boss's expression became complicated.

The third brother leaned over and asked, "How is it? How much blood?"

The eldest brother slowly spoke:

Health: ???????

"grade:??????"

"Skill:??????"

Threat Level: MAX

The four members of the group stood at the edge of the open space, looking at the giant cartoon mushroom that was still sleeping, and fell into a long silence.

The second brother swallowed hard: "...No wonder the mission called it the overlord of the forest."

The third brother glanced at his brothers and weakly spoke up: "...The four of us—one healer who can only heal 233 and 666, one tank who deals 250 damage, one squishy mage, and a raid leader who only knows how to shout '666'—are we going to fight a super boss with a maximum threat level?"

The second child tried to struggle: "But it's sleeping! We can sneak in and do it while it's asleep!"

Boss: "And then? You knock it awake, and then wipe us all out in one fell swoop?"

The second brother pulled out his beginner's iron sword: "Since we're already here..."

Just then, a small bird, seemingly out of nowhere, accidentally flew over the vast open space.

It seemed tired from flying, circling twice, wanting to rest on the cap of that giant mushroom.

It had only approached within about 50 meters of the giant mushroom when the sleeping mushroom, without even opening its eyes, let out a very faint flash of golden light on its cap.

A thin beam of light shot out instantly, hitting the little bird precisely.

The bird transformed into a dazzling firework in mid-air before disappearing completely.

Not to mention feathers, even the dust was blown away by the wind.

Not a single speck of dust could land on the big mushroom head.

The four brothers who witnessed the whole thing: "..."

After a long while, the eldest brother spoke, his voice weak and unsteady:

"...That bird just now had 100 million HP."