While others transmigrate into powerful, harem-building protagonists, I transmigrate into… a mushroom-man. Being a mushroom is bad enough, but to make matters worse, I'm pinned to the ground by a giant sword resembling "Frostmourne," unable to move, on the verge of becoming the fastest person to die twice in history. Thankfully, the [Lich King System] arrives, albeit late, and "thoughtfully" adapted to my race as the [Mushroom King System]. It sounds a bit cheap, but it's better than nothing! To be or not to be? When faced with this age-old dilemma, Imog has only one choice: pull out this damned sword and survive first! From now on, the scourge's iron hooves will be replaced by a swarm of fungi. I will sense the earth with mycelium, spread decay with spores, and forge my immortal throne with decay! My name is Imog, the savior of destiny, the…