Chapter 147: Soul tracking

Tim woke up at the crack of dawn. He felt a lot less sore now, and most importantly, he was alive, so perhaps it wasn't the worst thing in the world to faint once in a while. He had thoroughly enjoyed the long nap!

However, as he tried to regain his composure, he discovered something really weird. He was covered in this thick, smelly liquid, and he was covered head to toe with it!

“Gross!!” He squealed.

Although he couldn't nearly understand how he was covered in this weird, purple juice, he did eventually recognize the smell after countless whiffs. He had smelled the same scent on the last bug that he killed, before he fainted a few hours ago.

“Looks like one of these ugly bastards had one lick of my ass, and spat me out.” He guessed this was one of his theories.