Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 270 Fated Death

The million soldiers of the entire Deep One civilization watched this scene in silence, feeling utterly shocked and unable to calm their emotions.

god!
God's power.

They felt their hearts pounding with excitement.

The next set of more detailed data is also available:

"It's been calculated! God's basic combat strength is only equivalent to the 90th level of the Divine Era. One of our soldiers can stand shoulder to shoulder with God!"

"It's the so-called divine artifact that allows their explosive power to be exaggerated to this extent!"

Don't underestimate their soldiers.

As a super civilization.

In their civilization, he was a mere soldier; in other civilizations, he would be equivalent to a superhero in a movie, born with the ability to move stars and extinguish the atmosphere.

Each of their million soldiers possessed an energy level unimaginable to ordinary strongmen, comparable to the power of a miniature sun.

They are equivalent to millions of miniature suns, and when you add in the energy absorption and metabolic losses, they actually absorb more than ten times that amount of energy!
This is why the starry sky is vast, and theoretically, matter is infinite. Furthermore, their civilization has accumulated a massive amount of energy metabolism over ninety generations.

"God is merely at the level of a soldier like us? Yet he can travel faster than light and influence light, fire, and all kinds of forces?"

"How can life be so powerful?"

"If only we also possessed this power"

Everyone was caught in a mix of fear and excitement.

Furthermore, they could already sense that the opponent who had been killed by God seemed to possess a higher quality aura.

It might be an incomplete seventh-order unit.

God possesses a level of power comparable to their ninety generations of gods.

That mere incomplete seventh-tier being, though not skilled in combat, possessed power ten times that of God, equivalent to over a hundred levels in the Age of Gods.
Is the weakest level seven disability really that exaggerated?
"Gentlemen, I see hope for breaking through to the next level!"

"Yes, perhaps only this illogical civilization can break through the limits of the real universe!"

"Our universe is like a backward, garbage-strewn town, with each planet just a pile of trash. Now, some higher, more mysterious being has descended upon us. This is our opportunity!"

"Yes, I don't want to stay in this garbage universe for even a second longer. 99.99% of it is empty wasteland, and the rest is just sand and gravel. If you compare this place to a desert, it is a desperate desert where even gravel planets are pitifully scarce."

"I must enter the abode of the gods! This is the true higher-dimensional civilized universe!"

They suddenly felt that their pride in their strength was as laughable as a child wielding a wooden sword in front of the other party.

And then the next piece of data came in: "This is the information we obtained by our special forces team after infiltrating the area around the enemy!"

The leaders quickly browsed through the thousands of years of history of the continent of Ananke. "So, it was the goddess of fate, Ananke, who fought against God!"

Even for a fleeting moment, ambition arose.

Are we able to participate in this battle?
Taking advantage of the mutual destruction, can the third party reap the benefits?
They have discovered a way to obliterate divine power. If we use this method to obliterate divine power, can we fight them?

Each of them was a soldier from the Ninety Ages of Gods, much weaker than God, but there were many of them!
But there's another possibility!

The towering leader declared, “We will be plundered. Every one of our soldiers will be like a resource package delivered to our door. The very foundation of our civilization will be completely taken away by the enemy, allowing them to build a new world!”

at this time.

A strange and inexplicable cold voice came from the air.

"You guys are quite clever!"

"Who?"

They were startled and went into full defensive mode, unleashing a full range of psychic energy fields designed to annihilate divine power.

Just then, a mysterious woman in a black cloak appeared out of nowhere, sitting in a chair and elegantly swirling her wine glass.

"When?" Several leaders present got goosebumps. How did this guy manage to infiltrate our area?
A man instinctively asked, "We've been using the power to obliterate the divine forces at all times to resist their invasion! How did you get in?"

"Heh, when did you come to the misconception that you are using the power to obliterate gods?"

The mysterious woman revealed a hint of mockery, "How do you know this isn't a dream I wove for you?"

what?
The leader of the Deep Ones felt a chill run down his spine and broke out in a cold sweat.

We were already secretly invaded by divine power long before we discovered that it could obliterate the gods' power to resist the invasion.
No.

We've probably been lured here!
We were infected from the very beginning.

Like the Thirty Gods civilization of that time, our consciousness was altered in an instant.

We are not who we used to be.
"You are Fortuna! Weren't you fighting over there?"

"No, you should have been killed by God!"

A mysterious smile curved the woman's lips. "No, I'm not Fortuna."

what?
If it's not Fortuna, could there be another hidden goddess of fate?

The entire Deep One civilization's leadership was stunned, feeling as if they had been drawn into some terrible conspiracy.

On the battlefield.

God frowned slightly.

In the end, he didn't intend to kill Fortuna; he only wanted to imprison her and see if she would die or become a slave.

but
It was as if by fate that the other party accidentally bumped into a vital spot.

"Is he dead?" Seeing this, God had little regret.

Goliath can kill and die, and so can Fortuna.

Although he values ​​talent, he doesn't necessarily need you.

Fortuna is indeed an interesting person; although she has almost no fighting ability, she is still a formidable opponent.

No one can deny the glorious mythological era she led the gods during the Anamke continent and the Tarot era.

Now that he's dead, that's fine.

However, this time, it was a huge profit. The gains were substantial.

The birth of the seventh tier, the gestation of the evolutionary demon god, and even the supercontinental plate obtained through this interstellar war.

The seventh rank saw a glimmer of direction and hope.

If a disabled person emerges, then we're probably not far from reaching that level of depravity.

After a moment's mental calculation, God's gaze suddenly fell on the other side, and he said with some surprise:

"That's... Moira?"

at this time.

Moira, having just completed the twelve trials, rushed out.

Having broken through to the seventh rank, she picked up Fortuna's corpse on the battlefield, tears streaming down her face.

She was cowardly, timid, afraid of death, and prone to wanting to surrender at the drop of a hat; at this moment, she was crying loudly.

Seeing this, Cain gloated and shouted, "Stop crying! I can't stand seeing little girls cry!"

Moira wiped away her tears and suddenly whispered, "I finally know what my power of destiny truly governs."

“I am in charge of destined death.”

Countless rays of destiny flickered, and Moira floated slowly in mid-air, exuding a sense of sacred sacrifice, as if it were a preordained ritual.

She gently embraced Fortuna's lifeless body.

"I am Moira."

“I am the destiny of death.”

"The true purpose of my divine power is to die in someone else's place."

The next moment, Fortuna's predetermined death was twisted.

Regardless of the future, Fortuna, who was already 100% headed for death, had her fate of certain death suddenly changed and restarted.

Almost everyone could feel that Fortuna's life was slowly returning, while Moira herself was gradually losing her breath.

When the light fades.

Fortuna slowly opened her eyes, looking incredulously at Moira, who was lying on the ground.

"Why, Moira. She was so timid." Fortuna held Moira's body, as if she were recalling that alleyway that night.

Moira, who had stood in front of him, fell into a pool of blood.

The man known as the thug gradually overlapped with the figure of God before them.

At that time, Moira said from the pool of blood:
"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!"

"God--!!!"

Fortuna's face was streaked with tears. She felt the intense malice of fate and screamed in anguish, "Bastard! Damn fate! It was all predetermined from the beginning!"

"Our fates began that day in that alley—"

With her rage, a violent power surged forth from her body.

Having received all of the other party's gifts, Fortuna absorbed their power, talent, and fighting fortune.
Is it the malice of fate?

Just when God thought the matter was over, he suddenly turned around and looked at Fortuna, who was holding the corpse and weeping bitterly.

Moira in her arms gradually disappeared, turning into ashes.

"Even if I were to stop you from killing each other, to be open and honest, would someone still die today?" A hint of pity flashed in God's eyes. "Is it fate?"

God does not understand the principles of fate, nor does He possess the talent or ability in that regard.

Seeing this scene, one can only marvel at the nature of fate, which seems extremely strange and dangerous.

"destiny?"

A surge of overwhelming anger threatened to engulf her. "If this is the curse of fate, that even the goddess of fate must pay the price for its gifts, that even we two goddesses of fate must die because of fate?"

Having received the power bestowed upon her by Moira, Fortuna regained all her strength, radiating an unparalleled power mixed with an unprecedented unwavering will.

The forces of three destinies converge in one person.

As the power of the Goddess of Fate continued to grow, she, having acquired Moira's combat aptitude, was still only a weak seventh-tier, but she was already able to unleash the full force of this power.

“You’ve finally come to the point,” God said. “Were you blinded by anger?”

"I will create a new world!" Fortuna roared furiously, and storms erupted from her as she grabbed Baal beside her.

Baal sensed the killing intent emanating from the other party, but still smiled and said, "I am willing to follow your power, even if it means death."

"Then let's do it!" She kneaded Baal into a staff, blessed by the three deities, and by the power of wind, fire, water, and earth.

She seemed to be both a goddess of fate with no fighting power and a goddess of magic with the strongest physical combat power.

boom!
The endless power of various attributes, transformations, and the interplay of reality and illusion were all at the Goddess of Fate's fingertips. She burned the golden liquid lake formed from hundreds of planets, imbuing it with dazzling attribute colors.

In the swirling vortex of brilliant stars, Fortuna stood at the center, her eyes reflecting a profound sense of vicissitude.
"Damn fate, I will defeat you first. As long as I kill you, the thief who corresponds to the three of us in the alley back then, God, then Moira's fate will definitely change!"

"To change my fate, I must kill you!"

A violent tide of elemental energy surged, and Fortuna saw the fate of the inanimate, the fate of the living, and the fate of the future.
The three Fates united, rushing towards God before them with endless light.

Boom boom boom! !

The next moment, the mysterious God and the Goddess of Fate clashed completely.

The power of the goddess of fate was no longer weak; the two sides clashed evenly, creating terrifying sparks. There were no prior tests, because fate's ability to see the future had already completed all the tests for them.

The two sides instantly entered the most brutal and dangerous stage of their battle.

(End of this chapter)