Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 309 Sorrow
"No, why, why doesn't anyone believe me?"

The child's voice gradually filled with jealousy and madness, and he cried out hoarsely:
“I, Madeira, only want a father, just one father is enough.”

"You gave birth to me, yet no one will acknowledge me, no one will be my father."

The infant, claiming to be Madeira, cried out with a sharp, venomous cry that sounded like the roar of a banshee.

"I was born into this world, and all I wanted was a warm home."

"And what about you? You only see me as a monster born from the Ninth Trial, to be defeated and reaped as spoils of war from the Ninth Trial, and as a great demon king!"

It roared and cried, listening to the world's angry curses against it, which grew increasingly vile.

Its voice echoed in God's ears.

God remained silent, gently opening his five fingers to form a palm.
"There is no absolute right or wrong in this world; it's just that your birth has blocked everyone else's path to advancement."

"You were born from the collapse of the world's twelve chains, born amidst disorder, and should never have come into this world."

boom!
The palm suddenly transformed into a whirlwind and slammed down.

"And, child, you are too ugly."

God grinned, revealing a set of brutal, jagged teeth. "You evil Heavenly Dao, it's one thing for your own style to be bizarre, but you've made mine so bizarre too."

"Your way of Heaven makes everyone ugly, so you deserve to be beaten to death!" A pure white, crystal-clear, jade-like hand gently slapped down, incredibly thick, with strangely long, bluish-black fingernails, as if containing incredible power.

The infant's phantom image was suddenly sent flying backward.

Using the power of chaos to obliterate the mystery that had penetrated deep into his body, he gave God a venomous look and then disappeared.

"This quaint little thing runs really fast."

God frowned slightly.

"Is this erroneous world, with its abstract art style, a genre that primarily focuses on a distorted parallel universe?"

Before me was a world with a style resembling a terrifying, dark fairy tale.

The trees and flowers are not the rounded types found in the real world; they are full of thorns.

Because of the rules of this world, even the teeth of living beings are not rounded, but rather each person has a set of sharp teeth.

"Even my God has had his style altered by the fundamental laws of this world?"

God opened his lips and found that his mouth had turned into a set of sharp, gleaming teeth, and his own style of drawing had become angular and angular.

The five fingernails also turned bluish-black and thin.

It seems I've unlocked a new form: the bizarre God.

Everything felt like living in the bizarre world of those dark-themed comics.

The underlying code of this world is absolutely hideous!
As for why this baby created the ancient tree of immortality, and why the ancient butterfly valley era, and why Elephant Tuomo felt that the other party was insulting it at first glance.
Because the butterflies there have such a strange style.

Her own butterfly queen had a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Even though you've tried very hard to please the gods and tempt them to help you with the images they crave, your art style determines how you distort the parallel universes of the world, and it will be seen through at a glance."

"Damn God! So what if I'm ugly? Does being ugly mean I deserve to be beaten?"

"It's because your world's aesthetics can't appreciate my beauty. When you all become natives of my world and your styles are all the same, everyone will develop a new aesthetic!" Madeira drifted aimlessly through the world, listening to the voices of all things within her own world.

Someone roared:

'My wife is dead, and all I hear is that terrifying crying.'

'My mother is dead too, that monster, I will kill him!!!'

Some exclaimed in horror: 'The cry of its birth killed 99% of life in the universe. This monster is on a completely different level from the previous eight trials.'

Some remained arrogant, 'Hmph, is this the price we pay for gaining power? We must defeat this monster? In that case, let's defeat it together!'

Some people calmly analyzed:

"This is a distorted world! I sense that the laws of heaven and earth are filled with resentment, darkness, and despair. This is not the world we want!"

Another person said calmly:

"Ladies and gentlemen, the first eight trials were about stabilizing time and space. Starting from the ninth trial, we will begin to choose the type of world and our life form!"

"We're like a world train, traveling along a route that has entered the wrong world station. We must kill the will of this world and continue to the next tenth trial, otherwise, once we stop, our world will forever remain this type!"

Theoretically, the twelve trials of the world.

Even if they only complete the ninth trial, it will still be considered a successful dimensional ascension.

Although stopping at the Ninth Trial means they will be stuck in a more hopeless world.

The world has ascended to a higher dimension.

It's like traversing through a series of wrong worlds before finally reaching the world you want!
Someone chimed in:
"Yes, if we defeat the monsters on this platform, we can continue to start the train and enter the tenth trial, the next platform's new world type. Hopefully, it's the right world!"

"If that's not right, then keep driving, to the eleventh trial world, the twelfth trial world."

"Keep driving forward, and you'll eventually find a world that is the perfect seventh-tier home we've been longing for! There, there's no infighting, everyone strives to become stronger, and life is happy and fulfilling!"

The powerful heroes discussed the matter, their expressions gradually hardening.

"Let's defeat him together, everyone!"

"Moreover, we have the gods who control the direction of the train. Under their guidance, we will surely sail to our perfect destination!"

The hatred fueled by the deaths of family and loved ones ignited a fierce fighting spirit in everyone. Listening to the discussions, Madeira grew increasingly resentful: "Why, why? I just wanted to live peacefully with you all, why is there killing? Why can't we negotiate? I just long for love and to be loved."

Ascended monsters, evil spirits born from a flawed world, unnamed demons that distort parallel universes.
They all call me ugly.

Why must I be born to die? I try my best to please people like Domo and God, but what about them?
"No! I can't let them leave this platform. They have to stop! Stop at the type of station in my world! Otherwise, if they keep starting the train, I'll die!"

Madeira's expression gradually hardened. "Then let's fight! We cannot survive without fighting!"

"Let their world's ascension process stop here, let them all remain in my world of the Ninth Trial!"

His voice gradually turned cold and stern.

This newborn baby also has to fight for its own survival.

"I will defeat you, and then I will twist the world's inhabitants and gods into my beloved subjects. As the will of heaven and earth of this world, I will grow up under the protection of the gods!"

"You will all be incredibly happy."

"I will be happy too."

The next moment, the world was distorted, "and in order to achieve this happiness, you must now taste pain."

The demonic aura in the child's eyes grew stronger, and his disappointment with his fathers drove him to extremes.

"You will stop evolving, stop at this world type, and then fall in love with me!" He gradually transformed into an enormous infant, floating in mid-air, with the resentment of heaven and earth forming a powerful radiation.

Almost every block of the world was twisted into various shapes by his resentment.

His heavens are like an abstract painter, twisting and creating abstract deserts, forests, oceans, and starry skies.

Just by standing there, it felt as if the entire world was pressing down on it.

"What a powerful aura!"

"Such violent demonic energy!"

"As expected, the Twelve Trials, a classic challenge for heroes, and the world boss Demon King are indeed an indispensable element!"

"Another demon king? This doll is really ugly, all sticky, with a sharp snout and fangs, hahaha, just like the style of our magical world! You can tell he's a bad one just by looking at him!"

Although the other party exuded an eerie and inexplicable aura, just one glance was enough to make the seventh-tier beings in the entire world feel parched and filled with primal fear.

It seems to be the sky of this world, the will of all things, giving a terrifying illusion of confronting the world.

However, faced with such a god-like monster and its cruel, cold eyes, none of the seventh-tier powerhouses felt fear.

"Everyone, let's attack together."

Wolf looked around at the Chaos Cult members and slowly began to speak:
"You all rushed forward like madmen even when there was no path. Now that the path is right in front of you, so be it if you die. Do you really want to go back to the sixth rank?"

A powerful figure nearby sneered, "The world has collapsed. It's not as simple as falling back to the sixth rank. Who can escape the destruction of the world? There's no choice but to fight to the death!"

One after another, powerful warriors, resembling war gods, stepped forward, slowly gathering their momentum, and began to join forces to fight against this world monster called Madeira.

Hundreds or even thousands of seventh-tier elite powerhouses and heroes of the divine era charged forward like a densely packed army of 100,000 heavenly soldiers.

The battle broke out instantly.

"It's no use, I am heaven and earth."

Madeira looked down at the approaching army of gods and demons, and slapped out, sending countless newly-broken seventh-tier powerhouses falling like dumplings into this magical world.

In other words, while they were severely injured, their lives were twisted, their memories were altered, and they were quickly transformed into bizarre soldiers under Madeira's command.

"Why are you forcing me?! I just want a peaceful life! I just want a father, but you all say I'm ugly! You'd rather flush me down the toilet!"

Madeira is like a beehive; every powerful person he defeats is twisted and transformed, becoming one of his subordinates to fight.

"Kill! Kill! Kill! You've completely enraged me! You're the bad guys! You're the villains!"

Madeira's eyes blazed with murderous intent, and the chaos of the battle made him seem like a powerful figure capable of sweeping away the entire world.

He easily avoided even the hand-kneaded chaos.

The abode of the gods.

Seeing the changes in the magical world outside, the gods were filled with worry.

Baal and the goddess of fate, who had been missing, also returned to this place. They looked at the enemy and said, "Elephant, aren't you going to help them?"

Elephant Monk shook his head. "If they can't even complete the ninth trial and need the final gods to appear, then the future is worrying."

In the eyes of Elephant Dhamma.

Now that the gods are about to take the stage, what will happen to the trials to come?
We really need to ask God and immortal deities to intervene.

But will they really make a move?

Not necessarily!
They are perfectly capable of entering the next era and passing through the chaos of rebirth, so why would they help them and get themselves into trouble?

For those two, no matter what style of world they live in, they will eventually be destroyed; it's just a change of era.

After the god of learning, Elephant Dhamma, explained the situation, the other gods became deeply worried.

"The ninth trial should indeed not involve the gods."

"This is the grand military parade of our time. The Chaos Cult, the strongest force among mortals on earth, must live up to expectations!"

(End of this chapter)