The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin Chapter 55: The Best Way to Understand a Pokémon Is to Catch One

It was evening. On the stone mound, the group sat around the campfire, the atmosphere heavy with tension.

Calidora was still tending to Osar's leg wounds. Although the black threads hadn't penetrated deeply, so many cuts meant it wasn't any easy task.

Yaine had been examining the dead fibers, trying to figure out what they were but with little success.

Mervant and Girunini were guarding the perimeter, both nervous since the earlier incident. They had asked Osar why he walked into the swamp earlier, and the answer was completely unexpected—he didn't realize he had done so, only had the thought of gathering firewood nearby.

But… Other than the stone mound, it was swampy all around. Where would he find firewood?

At this point, everyone realized something was very wrong.

The worst part was that Calidora couldn't find any signs of hypnosis or illusions, nor were there any hallucinogens in the air.

This meant Osar's mind was influenced by something unknown, causing him to believe he was doing something else.

If it could happen to Osar, it could happen to any one of them. This made it hard for the group to relax.

Liu Ji, on the other hand, was the only one not panicking.

His desert embodiment, a creation of the retired Demon King Myza, was incredibly effective. That was why he was the only one daring enough to squat at the edge of the stone mound.

As for why he was squatting there…

Liu Ji was actually pondering a question.

Though they didn't know what those black threads were, what if he were to pull one up…

Hmm… No, nevermind. I don't think I'll be able to eat it. It's too disgusting.

But, what if I could pull one up for a closer look?

With that in mind, Liu Ji took a piece of jerky from his pocket and cautiously dipped it into the swamp.

Within seconds, something latched onto the jerky, trying to drag it into the swamp.

"Gotcha," Liu Ji thought, gripping the jerky with one hand while plunging the other into the swamp, grabbing whatever was pulling and yanking it out. Moments later, a long black thread emerged from the

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