Clumsy Beast, Keep Your Paws Off - Chapter 267

Chapter 267: Chapter 267: The Witch Doctor is…a Mole?
While the mountain was filled with the sounds of rain and bickering beastmen, a dark figure was struggling through the treacherous mud leagues away.

The old witch doctor, the one Mu Lihua was desperately waiting for, was finally traveling back from the Black Temple in the Beast City.

His face was twisted into a hideous scowl.

The heavy rain lashed against his wrinkled skin, but the cold water was nothing compared to the boiling rage in his heart.

He kept playing the words of the Black Priest over and over in his mind, and each time, he clenched his teeth so hard they felt like they might snap.

“Destiny has given her a second chance,” the priest had whispered in that dark, incense-filled room.

“This time, her Phoenix Luck will shine brighter than the sun itself. We mortals can interfere, but we cannot change what is written in the stars.”

“She is fated to be the most prosperous female in the history of the beast world. She will bring abundant wealth and high fertility, bearing children who will rule the world as kings.”

“To go against her now is to seek your own death, benefactor. I advise you to forget her and run far away. Your luck is dimming. Your good days have ended.”

The old witch doctor wanted to return to the temple and strangle that Black Priest. Twenty years ago, that same man had told him he could rise to ultimate power if he helped Mu Lihua snatch the luck of that little female child.

For two decades, he had lived off that stolen destiny, enjoying status and power within the Fox Tribe.

But now? His luck was deteriorating. His power was fading. And that “dead” luck was suddenly prospering once again in Su Qinglan.

“Why?” he hissed into the rain, his voice a ragged snarl. “Why could I not snatch it back? Why is that priest so afraid to meddle again?”

If the priest wouldn’t help him, he would do it himself. If it was true that Su Qinglan’s luck had increased, then killing her and sucking the essence of her soul would bring him even greater benefits.

Perhaps he wouldn’t just be a powerful witch doctor…perhaps he could become the supreme King of the entire beast world!

An evil smile appeared on his face. The rain made him squint, and the wind tried to push him back, but his greed kept him moving.

“Phoenix Luck… abundant fertility…” he muttered, his eyes gleaming with a sickly green light. “It all belongs to me. Once I reach the tribe, I will find a way to end her and take back what I stole twenty years ago.”

The heavy rain had delayed his journey by days, making every step a battle against the thick, sucking mud.

He cursed the heavens, cursed the mountain, and cursed the female who was causing his downfall.

The old witch doctor was still lost in his grand delusions of becoming the King of the beast world when a sudden, chilling sound broke through the rhythm of the rain.

It wasn’t the roar of a noble lion or the howl of a proud wolf. It was a high-pitched, mocking cackle.

From the shadows of the wet trees, a group of evil, ferocious hyenas emerged. Their eyes were yellow and bloodshot, and their ribs showed through their matted, wet fur.

They hadn’t eaten in days because of the storm, and they didn’t care about “Phoenix Luck” or Black Temple prophecies. All they saw was a skinny, elderly man standing alone in the mud.

“Get back, you filthy scavengers!” the witch doctor shrieked, waving his staff.

But the hyenas only laughed louder. They began to circle him, their powerful jaws snapping at his heels.

The old man tried to gather his dark energy to blast them, but the rain was too heavy, and his power was indeed dimming just as the priest had warned. One hyena lunged, its teeth grazing his leg.

Realizing he was about to be turned into a midday snack, the witch doctor felt a surge of pure, burning humiliation.

He had no choice. He couldn’t fight them in his human form, and he wasn’t a tiger or a lion who could tear them apart.

With a puff of pathetic grey smoke, the “future king of the beast world” vanished. In his place, a small, plump, and very hairy mole plopped into the mud.

He hated this. He detested his beast form with every fiber of his soul. While other men were born as majestic tigers, sleek foxes, or powerful lions, he had been born as a lowly, dirt-digging mole.

It was the great shame of his life, a secret he kept hidden from the tribe by always staying in human form.

The hyenas stopped, blinking in confusion at the spot where the old man had been. One of them sniffed the mud and let out a confused “yip.”

The witch doctor, now a tiny mole with huge, pink claws, didn’t waste a second. With a look of serious, concentrated fury on his small face, he began to dig.

Scritch-scritch-scritch! His little paws moved like a blur, throwing mud into the air.

“I will kill them all! I will skin every one of them!” he squeaked in his tiny mole voice, though it just sounded like a high-pitched whistle to the hyenas.

One hyena tried to pounce, its massive paw slamming down on the ground, but the witch doctor had already vanished beneath the surface.

He tunneled frantically, his little heart beating a mile a minute. He felt the vibration of the hyenas digging after him, and he had to go deeper, pushing through the cold, wet dirt and slimy worms.

He was the “Proud witch doctor of the Fox Tribe” and here he was, covered in dirt, crawling through a hole in the ground like a common garden pest to avoid being eaten by mangy scavengers.

The embarrassment was so intense he felt like his tiny mole lungs would burst.

Just wait, he thought as he tunneled toward the mountain. Once I get Su Qinglan’s luck, I will never have to touch the dirt again! I’ll never be a mole again!

He continued to dig blindly through the dark, a small, angry ball of fur traveling through the mud, while the hyenas above barked and scratched at the earth, wondering where their dinner had disappeared to.