Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 251 Praising the Goddess of Fortune
In the command room.

Sarin's pupils changed drastically, revealing a look of extreme fear and madness.

"You, you bastard, this bizarre and terrifying power... what exactly are you?"

Sarin felt fate attacking him relentlessly within his body, like a long snake slithering through his veins.

He could only desperately suppress fate to delay the time it would take for him to be twisted.

"I can't fall here!"

He was completely paralyzed, and even when he tried to press the alarm button next to him, he trembled and stumbled to the ground.

"useless."

The goddess of fate knelt down and gently touched the head covered in flower-covered hair.
"I used the concealment power of the immortal god to shield this place. If you were in your prime, you could have pierced it with a single finger, right?"

Salin stared at the madwoman with a face full of fear:
"What exactly are you trying to do? You're going to attack our 300,000 elite soldiers? You should know that even God couldn't defeat an army of 300,000 by himself!"

"Every soldier of the thirtieth generation possesses the power to easily destroy a tenth-generation civilization. It is even unknown whether God could defeat an ordinary soldier in a head-on confrontation!"

The goddess of fate, Fortuna, smiled slightly, as if looking at a pet puppy she was about to adopt, her expression gradually turning cold.

"The hero Salim, the lord of the gods in every era, has his own unique divine power mechanism."

"We are all different. What fate can do, mystery may not be able to do, and what mystery can do, fate may not be able to do!"

The goddess of fate curled her lips, "You think that a sixth-order civilization is a natural counter to the mysterious, and that God's abilities are suitable for one-on-one kills and ambushes?"

"God awakens the body of the strongest person in the opponent's body, and can then control that person."

"But your combat strength is balanced. You have no strongest. Each of you is at the sixth level, level thirty. If God only makes a few moves, your sixth-level civilization will swarm him and overwhelm him."

"How many divisions does God have? That's what you all say, isn't it?"

Sarin's desperate will to resist was in a daze.

It's all scheming, all a scheme of fate.

God couldn't kill that many people.

Even fate cannot kill so many people.

But fate can use amnesia to twist them one by one, snowballing its control over them all.

“Clearly, clearly we also have ways to deal with fate.”

A deep sense of regret lingered in my heart.

"Fate cannot attack inanimate objects. We have hidden our ultimate biological weapon, one hundred Flower Ghost Generals, on a planet that is halfway there."

Salin sighed inwardly.

If one were to carry one with him, he would issue the order to attack the goddess of fate.

The goddess of fate is doomed!

Because inanimate objects cannot possibly have their personalities distorted by fate.

The greatest enemy of fate is a mechanical weapon without a self!
But why didn't I bring the ultimate biological weapon with me?
Because they feared God, these weapons were awakened as demons.
God's main power is to awaken inanimate objects and turn them into fairies!
Now think about it.

This is also a calculation of fate.

God excels at: awakening the inanimate.

The fatal weakness of the goddess of fate: fear of inanimate objects.

Disappointment, despair, and collapse surged within me.

A misstep becomes an eternal hate.

"Don't you understand yet?"

A leisurely voice said, "You gave up your strongest ability to easily target me because you were afraid of God; it was also a choice of fate."

“Fate, what a terrible thing!” Shalin roared. “We’re like toothless tigers, having removed our claws, and delivered ourselves to your doorstep at the most opportune moment.”

"ask you a question."

Clad in a robe adorned with the patterns of seventy-eight tarot cards, the goddess of fate gazed upon the civilized hero, Salin, with a benevolent expression and asked, "What kind of life do you choose?"

Wow~
Cards, each symbolizing a different fate, floated up before my eyes.

Priestess, Queen, Emperor, Pope, Lovers, Chariot, Power, Judgment, Temperance, World, Hermit.
Each card represents a reshaped life.

Countless threads of fate flowed through my mind.

"Oh no!" A thought kept popping into Shalin's mind.

Choose one.

Hurry up and choose one.

As long as I submit to fate, I can start a brand new life.
The Hermit!
His gaze involuntarily fell upon the hermit.

Compared to the other glamorous and dazzling Tarot cards, he had long wanted to retire and become a hermit.

Retire to the countryside
Isn't this my dream?

I can grasp my life as long as I reach out.
Sarin's throat was constantly dry; the other person's fate was attacking and bewitching him.

When you choose your own destiny, it means you accept that destiny.

As a flower-man hero from the mythical era of the thirtieth goddess of flowers, his combat intelligence keenly perceived:
The other party's goal is to make him submit to fate!

The fact that the goddess of fate told her embarrassing stories before, showing her determination to fight to the death, was also a kind of psychological tactic!
I must kill you!

Only one of us can get out today!
The other person is putting pressure on me, causing me to break down.

When I succumb to fate and accept the wonderful life offered by others, I completely lose the ability to resist.

When I came to know fate, rebelled against it, and broke free from its shackles, the goddess of fate, who had no direct offensive power, was powerless against me.

Why was she so eager for me to submit?
Her destiny was already coursing through my veins; I knew that if I just waited a little longer, I would give in.
Why was she in such a hurry to tame me? "Then there's only one possibility!"

Sarin stared intently at the goddess of fate before him with a murderous and resolute gaze: "As long as I hold on, someone will soon notice my abnormality!"

"Therefore, you must completely corrupt me, otherwise someone will come to the command room and discover the anomaly, and then you will only have one way out: death!"

The goddess of fate stood with her hands behind her back, frowning slightly: "What a monster. Even with such deep poisoning, she can still struggle to this extent. And she can still clearly analyze the problem at this point?"

"Since you've guessed it, I might as well tell you. As long as you can hold on for half a flower hour according to your time calendar, someone will notice the anomaly here."

"Can you really hold on?"

"Accept your fate."

The goddess of fate said with a smile.

This guy is a real freak; that's the will of a hero.

A sixth-order civilization, where everyone is at the same level.

Even the strongest heroes don't possess power exceeding that of ordinary individuals, but their skills, patience, and mental fortitude have all reached their peak.

Absolutely no weaknesses!

Tier 6 can be considered the era of heroes where skills have reached their limit.

Sarin, even though the power of fate had completely entered his body.

However, for someone at the sixth rank, tenth level, attacking someone at the sixth rank, thirtieth level was still somewhat of a struggle.

The opponent did not have the skill to extinguish divine power, but could still resist with willpower.

"How long can you hold out? Surrender to your fate." The goddess of fate chuckled inwardly.

Time passed by minute by minute.

The goddess of fate sang a gentle lullaby, which gradually relaxed Salin and made him fall asleep.

In Salin's eyes, he seemed to see a secluded life of farming and rural life, a time when he had laid down his responsibilities, enjoyed glory, and retired with countless riches, with countless beauties dancing before him.

As Salin was washed over by his new "past" memories, he revealed an expression of unprecedented joy.

Looking at the sleeping hero, Salin, the goddess of fate smiled slightly. "Success."

A moment later, Sarin slowly stood up; his memories had all changed.

"who are you?"

The goddess of fate silently observed the other party and said coldly, "Why have you appeared out of thin air, leading 300,000 elite soldiers towards my continent of Ananke?"

Upon seeing the goddess of fate, Sarin suddenly knelt on one knee, his expression one of fervor: "I've finally met you, goddess of fate Ananke."

"My name is Brzezin, and I come from the future."

"future?"

The goddess of fate looked surprised:
"Time travelers? How is that possible? However, if you are time travelers, then it's understandable that you possess terrifying power that surpasses our own."

"Now is the tenth generation of gods, and I come from 300,000 years in the future. I am a hero of the thirtieth generation of gods," said Bröger.

The goddess of fate showed a hint of surprise: "How did you travel through time? What happened in the future?"

A hint of pain appeared on Bröger's face. "Our journey through time came from the power of the Clock Tower!"

"The Clock Tower?" The goddess of fate seemed very curious.

"The clock tower is a lighthouse built by the two gods of fate and time, guiding travelers who are lost in time."

Brzezin knelt on one knee, his expression one of fervor, like the most devout pilgrim.
"As the goddess of fate, you govern the destiny of the past, present, and future."

"In the distant future, our era has come to an end. At that time, the era ends, all things perish, and the darkest creator god of the universe chooses to destroy the entire world."

"The Creator God is an unprecedented and terrifying being. He is the concept itself, the source of all principles, the one and the zero of the world."

"And the Goddess of Fate, as the leader of the gods, united with the gods during that period and, at the cost of her own life, chose to activate the ultimate power of the Time Tower, restarting the entire destiny and sending us 300,000 survivors back to the distant past."

"Go and change the past!" That's what you said on your deathbed!

The goddess of fate was very pleased to hear how great she was.

Sure enough, in the new world, the history of one's own destiny goddess is always so great, upright, and splendid.

She is definitely not a silly girl who doesn't flush after using the toilet.

The goddess of fate feigned great surprise, "The thirtieth generation of gods? Has the future already reached that level?"

"Your army of 300,000, each soldier possessing the terrifying power to slay gods, are you truly not here to seize our divine authority?"

Brzezin knelt on one knee:
"We are unworthy! We are willing to follow you, the great supreme being of humanity, to rewrite our destiny and confront the distant future!"

"I am leading 300,000 soldiers back here to retire to the countryside and protect this land of Anang!"

"Your greatness, integrity, and kindness have changed the tragic fate of all mankind, deeply moving and impressing me!"

I'm not as good as you say.

The goddess of fate, flattered by the praise, had a fleeting, secret joy in her eyes, and her expression radiated compassion and peace.

"With the help of you future humans, we have skipped the intermediate stages of civilization and now, starting from the Thirty Ages of Gods, we have plenty of time to change our future fate of destruction!"

"Yes!"

Bröger said with a solemn expression, “The 300,000 soldiers outside, after crossing over and experiencing the torrent of time, have been distorted into other people.”

“I will bring them in one by one and ask the goddess of fate to awaken their future memories from the thirtieth age of gods.”

The goddess of fate smiled, "I will."

(End of this chapter)