Charles felt as though a vice grip had clenched his heart. He sprinted over, scooped Lily up, and turned his back toward the sun to shroud the white mouse in his shadow.3

“Do you have a death wish?”0

“Mr. Charles, don’t worry. I’m fine. The sunlight doesn’t seem to be lethal against mice.”0

“How do you know?”0

“It’s true! Furry and the others even secretly tailgated you into the forest just now.”2

At Lily’s words, Charles turned toward the mice beside them, which were gnawing joyfully on the fruits. Seeing that each and every one was alive and kicking, he let out a sigh of relief.0

He wasn’t sure if it was due to the difference in anatomical structure between mice and subterranean humans, but it was evident that the sunlight dealt no harm to these rodents.0

“No wonder they said that rodents and cockroaches are the most adaptable creatures on Earth,” Charles...0