Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 268 It was all preordained!
"That's a terrifying level."

After several brief encounters, God showed surprise at the goddess of fate before him.

And the facts were just as predicted.

He was just waiting for the other party to break through, to see how strong the seventh rank was!

This is a historic breakthrough.

Level seven.

How could he possibly stop him?

Furthermore, the Goddess of Fate has reached the seventh rank, which is within the acceptable range for error.

Due to the side effects of fate, her basic combat strength was too weak!
Even so.

The woman in front of him leaped up and bombarded him with a level of psychic energy far exceeding that of a sixth-order comprehension and a level far exceeding that of a sixth-order psychic.

This move, featuring a woman in a skirt with lightning speed, is comical yet incredibly fast, so fast that even God would find it difficult to catch.

"Even the weakest seventh-tier possesses such formidable basic numerical strength."

God, as if strolling leisurely, though moving very slowly, manages to evade the clawing attacks of the goddess of fate.
It looks like she's going to scratch my face? What kind of cat punch is that?

The goddess of fate lost her vision of the future, which had made her so elegant. Unable to see the future, she could only rely on her own combat skills to fight.

But she's absolutely terrible at this.

"Unimaginable psychic power, unimaginable physical strength."

"If you weren't the God of Destiny, but any other god, or even if you didn't have to be a god, an ordinary person breaking through to the seventh rank could probably defeat me in an instant."

It's a pity, you are fate.

God silently conducts a combat capability assessment of various data.

"You don't know how to use divine powers like fire, water, and wind; all you know is the village woman's fist of fate."

God dodged the attack like a willow catkin and gently stretched out his foot.

The goddess of fate, who was countless times more powerful than God, was tripped and crashed into a distant asteroid belt, leaving her dizzy and disoriented.

This dramatic scene was witnessed by others, and later became a mythical story:
A stumbling block to fate.

"It hurts!" She had not received systematic soldier training in pain resistance and impact resistance.

Finally, she couldn't keep up the aloofness of the goddess of fate anymore, revealing her true, carefree, and forgetful nature.

"what!"

The goddess of fate screamed as if piercing the entire starry sky, shouting madly, "You bastard God, how dare you humiliate me by tripping me up!"

She began to rush at God like a madwoman, throwing punches and kicks at Him relentlessly.

"How is that possible?" Fortuna exclaimed incredulously, "I'm faster than you, and stronger than you."

"Your only redeeming quality is your defense."

God strolled leisurely, saying, "My attacks would severely injure Baal, but with your seventh-tier defense, you are more durable than any punching bag I've ever seen."

As soon as the words fell, God's attack arrived as promised. God's fists, ferocious to the extreme, rained down like raindrops, as if scattering the starlight falling from above and turning it into a new starlight.

A violent explosion and terrifying dust surrounded the two people.

"I can't stop it, I can't stop it! I'm clearly a seventh-tier fighter!" Fortuna watched as a fist the size of a casserole dish came hurtling towards her beautiful face. Her head swelled up instantly, and she was sent flying backward.

Ideal is full, the reality is very skinny.

Before Fortuna had ever fought, she thought fighting was nothing special, and that she could do it herself.

But when it's actually time to play...
"Ah!" Explosive damage erupted with Fortuna's scream. "Even if I only had a sliver of seventh-tier attack power, I clearly had the defense of a normal seventh-tier expert. How could I be so easily destroyed?"

Without hesitation, without any pity or tenderness.

God, unaffected, threw a second punch, this time aimed directly at her left cheek, and the next moment Fortuna's jaw dislocated.

"Ouch, it hurts so much!" Fortuna screamed angrily, and suddenly headbutted God.

She lost even her basic fighting stance due to anger, and began to pounce on God like a shrew, biting and tearing at his face and pulling his hair.

Bang!
The next moment, Fortuna was sent flying again, leaving her both shocked and furious.

Cain cheered from the sidelines, "Kill her! Kill her! Kill this damned bitch of fate! No one can save her, as Jesus said!"

The Demon King was also singing, "She looks so pathetic now, like a shrewish woman of fate. She doesn't even have a fighting stance! I've actually been toyed with by this kind of person!"

Fortuna was so angry that she vomited blood again. Fate's characteristic was that it had almost no fighting ability, which was something she couldn't change.

"Seventh-tier defense, really tough." God said calmly, "You can't even activate a defensive force field, yet you managed to make my fist hurt with just your bare body."

The gods watching from afar, as well as Baal, who was severely injured and barely able to stand, were all excited, their expressions showing extreme apprehension.

Even with such calculations, having broken through to the seventh-order Goddess of Fate, he still couldn't defeat God?
"Damn it! Are we really going to lose like this?"

Exhausted, Barth couldn't help but feel a surge of anger as he recalled God's elegant attitude towards him and Fortuna from the beginning.

"I'm going to undergo the twelve trials of fate," he coldly uttered. "I'm going to break through to the seventh rank."

Moira couldn't help but shout, "Baal, are you crazy? Someone as powerful as you can't possibly pass the Twelve Trials right now!"

Baal said, "No, for a combat general to require a leader who is not good at fighting to personally take to the field is an insult to me, an insult worse than death!"

"no!"

Moira gritted her teeth. "Neither I nor Fortuna will build a new training ground for you."

Baal stared blankly at the battlefield in the sky, watching a woman who was not good at fighting flail her fists and feet, being toyed with by God.

Barr's eyes flashed with endless frustration.

Is this how it ends?
Is God truly invincible?

God's majesty is inviolable, and Fortuna will pay the price for offending God.

Fortuna simply wanted to build a wonderful world where people could change their destiny through hard work.
“We still have one hope,” Bal suddenly said. “What hope?” Moira whispered.

“It’s you!” Baal said. “To pass the Twelve Trials, which are almost impossible to succeed in, two conditions must be met: first, be weak enough; second, have exceptionally strong luck!”

"The goddess of fate fits this perfectly, and that includes you!"

“Me?” Moira shrank back timidly, her eyes widening. “I… I can’t do it! I’m not capable of it! I simply don’t have that talent!”

"Cheer up! Only you can break this deadlock now!"

Baal said, "Accept the trial. Unlike your sister, I sense that you have the aptitude for combat!"

"I sense boundless potential within you, and I am willing to become your combat mentor and accompany you through the twelve trials!"

While they were talking.

In the sky, the strong-willed Fortuna continued to attack God relentlessly. Her hands trembled, her fists clenched nervously, and she bit her lower lip, waving her fists in an extremely disheveled manner.

"Sister, she's nervous." Moira stared blankly at the sky, knowing full well that Fortuna would bite her lower lip when she was nervous.

Why are you so nervous?
Yes, the older sister has the power to see the future; she can see all sorts of possibilities for the future.

Could it be that my sister saw a future where she would be killed by God in every branch of fate?

100% certain death, there is absolutely no way to survive?
"How is that possible? Even if we could see the future, my sister wouldn't be able to change her fate of dying in battle? We've already done our best."

Moira looked at the leisurely God and felt a terrible sense of oppression.

This God, from beginning to end, is playing tricks.
"It's all my fault, it's all my fault. I released God, that monster. I awakened him. A piece of trash like me should have died long ago." Moira's expression gradually became dazed, and she recalled the alleyway on the night of her death.

A dark corner, sharp sand and dirt, the pungent smell of blood, and the thugs' maniacal smiles.

The two sisters, who depended on each other for survival, trembled and kept backing away. Even though their voices became muffled due to their nervousness, they could not clearly remember the appearance of the assailant.
All I remember are those scarlet eyes and the sharp dagger stabbing fiercely at me!
puff!

Without thinking, she instinctively stepped in front of her sister, collapsing in a pool of blood and murmuring:

"Fortuna, this is my fate, Moira's fate. This is my destiny to die. Fate is unchangeable."

"No, damn fate! I, Fortuna, will change my fate! I will change all of this through my efforts!"

Thousands of years later, those two sentences seem to have become the beginning of destiny.

I became the goddess of fate, whose destiny is unchangeable and subject to death.

She became a goddess of destiny striving to change the future.

“Fate... fate, fate! I think I understand now.” Moira looked up at the disheveled Fortuna.

Long-forgotten memories begin to slowly surface.

The scene of the thugs chasing Fortuna
The image of God chasing Fortuna
Gradually overlapping.

In her daze, she seemed to return to that alley, to the fate of shielding Fortuna from that knife.

"So that's how it is. Fate is so wondrous. God, the fate of the three of us—Fortuna, myself, and myself—was already predetermined back then in that alleyway with the thugs."

"There are three of us this time too. I'll die again in place of my sister, to stand in front of God, that villain!"

Moira looked enlightened and let out a soft sigh.
"Because...this is fate."

My name is Moira, and I died in the past.

I thought I was already dead, my consciousness gone to nothingness, until I obtained the power of a divine object.

I have been reawakened from my past death.

I control my destiny of death; I will take Fortuna's place and defy her fate of 100% certain death and defeat.

“You’re right, Barr, I have no other choice now.”

The next moment, Moira's fists, which were trembling with tension and fear, tightened and then relaxed.

"Even if I have to die a second time for my sister."

"Fate is unchangeable; everything we have is a cycle of the fates of those three people in that alley on that day!"

"It was all destined all along!"

Hearing these words, Barr, who was standing nearby, smiled with satisfaction.

He knew that character determines destiny, that some people were not born to fight, and that it was extremely difficult for a coward like Moira to take this step.

"You're amazing," Barr said in a low voice.

Next, I, General Baal of the Eighty Gods, will train a true monster.

Looking at Moira, who had made up her mind, he thought to himself, "If someone has to die, if someone has to help Fortuna to win, then please, you useless goddess of fate, go and die in Fortuna's place."

Barr clearly understood the consequences of doing so.

If he were to advise Moira now, even if he were to win, Fortuna would still settle scores with him and execute him, because his current actions could very well lead to Moira's death.

But didn't Bal also sacrifice his own spirit?

At this moment, I, Bal, also saw the mission in my destiny.

Even knowing I would be punished and die afterward, I would still make this choice, for that perfect world of destiny, for my savior Fortuna.
Baal's expression gradually hardened:
"For fate to triumph over God, one must be prepared to make sacrifices."

"Because no victory comes out of thin air. In the history of mankind, in all the trajectories of destiny, all victories have been achieved through the blood and tears of countless heroes."

“Even if it means my death, I will accept it in order to realize my dream. This is my resolve.”

“Begin, my twelve trials.” Moira was so nervous with fear that she trembled like a little dog.

But she still had to do it, because Fortuna didn't have much longer to go on.

The whole world began to tremble and twist; everything began to warp.

The new Twelve Trials have begun.

"Sister, you're wrong. I, Moira, also have the courage to overcome the twelve trials!" She resolutely stepped into the new world where light scattered.

(End of this chapter)