Such tenacious life.
The Tyrant Flower was a bit of a headache.
It was clearly a plant, yet it acted like a rooted animal, biting anyone who came near. They'd had no choice but to lock it in an iron cage.
An Jin had just lifted her foot to leave.
Suddenly, a faint "humph" drifted through the air, vanishing with the bone-chilling wind so quickly it might have been an illusion.
She stopped in her tracks.
'If I heard that correctly...'
"Mirror Mirror, can you find out what species this Tyrant Flower is? I'm getting a creepy feeling. This world doesn't have ghosts or anything like that, right?"
"'Bone Flower,' Mirror Mirror said, trying to reassure her. 'The system description just has those two words, along with some basic information you already know. That's it. We transmigrated to the Beastman World, not a horror world. How could there possibly be ghosts?'"
"All right."
