The King Of Warriors novel (Jared Chance) novel Chapter 5747

The black-furred giant ape seized its chance. It bounded forward, raised one titanic fist, and brought it crashing down on the fallen rival's skull.

Crack!

The sound of bone giving way split the air.

The dark-gold giant ape quivered, eyes dulling from crimson fury to empty glaze, then sagged into final stillness.

Silence followed—broken only by the harsh breathing of those still alive.

Standing over the corpse, the black-furred giant ape threw back its head and released a long, triumphant howl that rolled across the basin, a proclamation that this treasure ground—and the Blood Ganoderma rooted here—now belonged to it.

Jared lowered his sword and steadied the storm still churning in his veins.

He strode to the trio of Blood Ganoderma, each crimson stalk gleaming like polished jasper. Joy flared in his chest as he reached out to harvest the prize.

A massive black-furred hand—bigger than a cartwheel—dropped between his fingers and the fungi, blocking his path.

Jared froze, eyes narrowing as he turned to the black-furred giant ape.

Is the beast truly so ungrateful—ready to betray me the moment victory is ours?

Yet there was no hostility in its gaze. Instead, the ape rumbled softly, tapped a thick finger against the Blood Ganoderma, then thumped its own chest and gestured again—an awkward, almost childlike negotiation for its share of the spoils.

Jared drew back his hand, confusion tightening across his brow. He decided to wait— to let the massive ape reveal its purpose before he risked another move.

The black-furred giant ape padded forward with unexpected delicacy until it reached a single Blood Ganoderma bursting scarlet against the cave floor. Instead of yanking the mushroom free—as Jared had assumed—it extended one calloused finger and, with a tenderness that belied its size, brushed the edge of the crimson cap.

A heartbeat later, the impossible unfolded.

The crystal-clear, life-laden fungus dimmed, its inner radiance guttering like a lamp in sudden wind. Within a breath, it shriveled, turned to gray dust, and drifted apart—everything vital stripped away in an eye-blink.

Jared stared, mouth half open, every herbal lesson he had learned collapsing in silence.

Was my technique flawed? Had I doomed the prize by plucking it the ordinary way?

Before the doubt settled, the ape performed an act even stranger.

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