Coming back to the present, Yang Wei stood frozen, staring at the pile of Blast Mushrooms stacked neatly into a small mountain on the stone bench.
Sweat dripped down his forehead as he muttered under his breath, "I don't know what this freak is going to do with all these Blast Mushrooms."
His eyes darted nervously between the explosive mushrooms, knowing all too well the consequences if even one of them went off.
Each one of those Tier 3 mushrooms was the equivalent of twenty to thirty kilograms of C4. If they all detonated at once... Yang Wei shuddered at the thought.
Meanwhile, Ram was oblivious to Yang Wei's panic, or rather, he didn't care.
He had an evil smile stretching across his face as he glanced at the experience bar on his attribute panel.
Each Blast Mushroom had given him a solid chunk of experience—about 0.7 to 0.9 percent each.