Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 311 A New Monster, A Fearless Philosophy

Ordinary heroes are far from being as weak as they seem!

Gods and mortals are on the same level; the gods are merely blessed with divine essence.

Every era on Earth has its own strongest god-like hero.

These beings, despite being mortals, are comparable to gods.

Arthur.

Lionheart.
They even once stormed into the abode of the gods, provoking them.

They defeated all the gods of that time, forcing them to stay indoors.

The god-like hero Wolf before us has formed the Sun Chaos Cult on Earth, uniting numerous great mages to besiege Cain, the god of evolution, with his mortal body.

They beat Cain into becoming Jesus, and after his resurrection, he ran back to heaven to become God's adopted son.

Wolf successfully obtained the strongest divine title: Godslayer.

But this same Wolf, who was not afraid to perish even with "the sky," now looked terrified and filled with despair.

"What, what are you?!" Wolf shouted, pointing to the sky. "Did all that effort I put into killing Madeira, all that sacrifice I just made, amount to nothing?"

"My name is Mandalay."

The dead baby, its body wrinkled and grotesque, seemed to have a sinister voice that flickered with a hint of mockery:
"You're quite the hero, aren't you? Even in the dead, in this world of the dead, you still want to extract information from me?"

"In this case."

Mandalay's voice seemed to carry boundless fear, "Then you can guess what kind of world I am."

Wolf saw the mockery in the other person's eyes, and he gritted his teeth, feeling utterly humiliated, but he still forced himself to stay alert.

'This guy is toying with my dignity, but dignity is nothing to me! Watch how I feign a humiliated cry to extract information from him.'

'He's clearly a sadistic baby; I need to act like I'm being humiliated and resentful.'

Wolf thought of the beautiful and virtuous young woman who used to live next door to him, and he bit his lower lip, mimicking her expression of being humiliated but powerless.

'I've become shameless, so despicable! But for victory, for fulfilling my dream, for ensuring that future civilizations of this world will never again suffer the despair of our sixth order, it's time to sell my dignity for a good price.'

He disregarded the dignity of the strongest man of his era, violated his upright and honorable persona, and used his first-ever sneak attack, perishing together with Madeira, the newborn child.

He doesn't care about saving face at all, even when he bullies innocent newborn children with his cunning and experienced adult status.

just now.

This child's pride is an opportunity.
Let me, this despicable and shameless adult, teach this young kid who hasn't even entered society a lesson.

The second child will also be tricked by this despicable adult, and I'll get information out of you.

Even if it means death, I want to contribute to my comrades on the living side.

Wolf showed a resentful expression.
"The previous world was clearly a world based on [change], which is why he went crazy distorting various time and space."

"And this world before us should be good at dying."

"Therefore, you were born in a world of death, not a world of the living!"

Hearing the other party's analysis, the sinister-looking boy, Mandalay, nodded slightly:

"You guessed pretty well. As a reward, I'll mercifully tell you my heaven-defying ability to kill!"

"Then I'll let you watch from the sidelines how I defeat you step by step, and make your ascended world remain in the same type as my world."

Upon hearing this, Madeira, a child who also lacked love, didn't look for a new father, but instead called out to another child, Mandalay:

"Father, don't trust this treacherous adult. He's definitely trying to extract information from us."

Wolf, standing nearby, had a bad feeling.

This changed child has lived for over seventy seconds, his mind is almost mature, and he has become a bit difficult to deal with.

What if this baby, who was only born a few seconds ago and is already dead, listens to what the other person says? That would be terrible!
"fine."

Mandalay's expression revealed an innate arrogance as he said calmly, "I know what he wants to do. True strength is when even if you know my power, you still can't defeat me."

"The previous hero, Dhomo the elephant, revealed his identity and trump cards by removing his cloak, but even Baal, the god of magic, was no match for him!"

"If Elephant Thomo dares to do this, why shouldn't I?"

Compared to the timid and love-starved previous child, this child's personality is clearly that of a proud and arrogant type.

"I am the god of this world. The world is divided into the living and the dead. My power is mainly concentrated in the world of the dead."

Mandalay spoke calmly, "Furthermore, I can modify the rules and underlying logic of the world of death. Haven't you discovered that yet?"

He pointed to the fact that 99% of the world's population had died, "They've been gone for over a hundred seconds, but they're not dead yet."

After these words were spoken, even the ordinary sixth-tier powerhouses who were huddled together realized what was happening.

"Yeah, it's been over a hundred seconds, how come we're still not dead?"

"It is said that the supreme gods, and the divine objects of the gods, die within a hundred seconds in the world of death."

The ordinary people who had been brought to tears twice were discussing and debating the matter.

Mandalay smiled. "Do you know how long they can stay in the world of the dead now?"

"how long?"

Mandalay held up three fingers.

Three hundred seconds?

"No."

"Three spells?"

"no?"

"Three days?"

"Useless! Thirty years!"

Mandel seemed unable to tolerate Wolf's foolishness, and the boy angrily shouted out the answer:
"The underlying rules of death in this world are different. The most significant difference is that in your previous world, you could only live for 100 seconds, but here you can live for 30 years."

"That's it?" Wolf was stunned, his eyes seeming to say, "What a useless trait."
Your son Madeira's world-building ability is to rapidly reverse parallel worlds, making him a hundred times stronger than you!

Wolf couldn't help but blurt it out.

"Your world's unique characteristic is that the 100-second delay before death is extended to 30 years. What combat abilities do you possess?"

"It's not like each trial is weaker than the last, is it? I think your son is stronger than you."

Madeira, the honest child who had recognized his father, quickly said, "Father, I will protect you! I will change the world and life, and I will definitely protect you! Let us survive in the hands of these evil and despicable adults!"

Mandalay was furious that even his own teammates didn't believe in his strength. He stomped his foot and yelled, "Then just you wait and see!"

"Watch how I use this seemingly useless power of death to kill you all!"

"Son, lend me your power!"

"Okay, Father!"

Wolf, the strongest mortal hero, looked at the two babies who were less than a hundred seconds old, one acting as a father and the other as a child, and felt an indescribable sense of strangeness.

The world suddenly changed in the next moment.

"Oh no! Could it be..." Wolf's smile vanished.

"Yes."

"Haven't you found it yet?"

"What is the world of the living, and the world of the dead? By what standard can we distinguish who is alive and who is dead?"

"Is it because the world of living people has the largest population and the largest area? And is capable of reproduction?"

“But now,” Mandalay’s expression turned cold, “99% of the world’s population is in this so-called world of the dead, while the living are left desolate.”

"Who truly represents the world of the living?"

"However, in my world of the dead, there are rules about lifespan; everyone can only live for thirty years!" "This is the predetermined lifespan bestowed upon you by the Heavenly Dao!"

“You sixth-order life forms, each of you has a lifespan of hundreds of thousands of years. Your long lifespan makes you not cherish life, constantly committing suicide, and finding it boring.”

"Then, I will punish you."

"They can only live for a short thirty years!"

The words fell.

Madeira, the ugly child from the ninth trial, activates his ability to distort the world.

Various divine powers were able to intervene in the world of death, and everything was reshaped.

The barren wasteland quickly became covered with green grass.

It was as if it had entered an accelerated mode; valleys split open, mountains rose, forests appeared, and the ocean was teeming with life.

"what?"

Wolf was stunned, his jaw dropping as he shouted in disbelief:
"How did you do that? In a world of death, even the divine power of the gods dies. How could you possibly use various divine powers here?"

"madness."

Mandalay hovered in the sky, overlooking the vibrant, idyllic world of the dead, and spoke softly:

"We couldn't use divine power in the desolate world of death before because any divine power, including the divine objects themselves, would die here after a hundred seconds."

"Therefore, the virus would die within a hundred seconds here, and it simply cannot spread."

"But now, everything will die after thirty years, which means that the divine power that spreads here has a lifespan of thirty years."

"All the gods here have a lifespan of thirty years, and their divine power can be fully utilized."

Is there any difference between this place and the world of the living?

Everything in the world is relative, not absolute.

What is life?
What is death?
And what defines life and death?

A slight smile appeared on his lips. "Next, I will expand the world of death and devour the world of the living."

"What? You want to turn the world of the dead into the main world?" Wolf was shocked by this outlandish idea.

"And what about the world of the living?" Wolf felt his voice was so hoarse for the first time: "Completely swallowed up by death?"

"A world of living people, huh?" Mandalay stroked his chin and chuckled. "Of course, we'll leave behind a small area. Seventh-tier living people can live for millions of years. Let's leave a hundred seventh-tiers as breeding machines, produce a bunch of living people, and then send them to their deaths."

"In this way, the hundred reproductive machines in the living world will give birth to batches of new dead children in the dead world, replenishing the dead population."

Wolf felt a chill run down his spine.

This is about turning the order of life and death upside down!
Wolf thought this guy was absolutely insane.

Do not!
The underlying laws and order of this world of death are inherently insane.

"You think I'm crazy?" Mandalay looked slightly surprised. "I think it's great. Everyone lives in a world of death, so there's a lifespan limit."

"Otherwise, if each of you seventh-tier beings has a lifespan of several million, and your numbers keep increasing, wouldn't you all become parasites in the magical and mythical world? Wouldn't you be overcrowded?"

"Now everyone is forced to have only thirty years of lifespan, even the gods. Everyone will pursue excitement in their short lives and then die quickly."

"The gods, whose lifespan is thirty years, are replaced rapidly, and everyone has a seat of godhood."

Wolf remained silent, trembling.

He had been faking his breakdown before, but now he was truly broken, trembling with fear, and couldn't help but shout, "Death is absolute! Even divine beings will die within a hundred seconds!"

"Even if the time limit is changed to thirty years now, in thirty years, even you, a being of heaven, will die in a world of death!"

Wolf couldn't help but shout, "You only have thirty years left to live, don't you... don't you fear death?"

"Not afraid."

Mandalay smiled and said, “When I die, a new era will be born. My life is finite; thirty years is enough to make it wonderful.”

He gave a pure smile. "I believe that a lifespan of thirty years is an interesting number for any strong person, making those of you who don't know how to cherish your own lives start to value yourselves."

Mandalay, born from the tenth trial, was an idealist who wanted to make the world more orderly and vibrant in this way.

Everyone becomes as brilliant and fleeting as ordinary people.

Imagine everyone becoming like moths drawn to a flame, just like in the butterfly myth of yesteryear—what a magnificent sight that would be!

"Let me change this pathetic world," the Heavenly Dao said softly, its eyes filled with a pure holiness. "I will force you to stop your dimensional ascension process! Choose my world!"

"Madman, madman!!!" Wolf couldn't help but shout.

Wolf suddenly discovered it.

These babies in the world all have their own personalities and beliefs; they are all living, breathing beings.

The tenth trial infant before us is a martyr who disregarded everything for his ideals.

This made Wolf feel a sense of awe towards this ambitious opponent.

But Wolf also understood that even if they were good people, they were still on the opposite side of him, and he had to defeat them in order to move forward!

"Our positions make us enemies, otherwise we could really be good friends! We will not stop the world's dimensional ascension, our lifespan is as long and distant as our dreams!" Wolf said coldly.

"Hahahaha! Why impose your own ideas on others? What if the people of this world want to choose my world?"

Mandalay smiled slightly and looked at Madeira beside him. "Son, would you rather live happily with me for thirty years, or live a boring and tedious life for hundreds of thousands of years until you commit suicide?"

“Of course, thirty years!” The honest boy Madeira nodded. He lacked love and felt that even a short period of happiness would be wonderful.

In fact, happiness is precious precisely because it is fleeting, and it is through this preciousness that happiness becomes apparent.

"Look."

“You despicable adults don’t even have the same level of awareness as a dead man like me.”

A hint of mockery flashed in Mandalay's eyes. "Your pursuit of higher realms and longer lifespans is nothing more than becoming bigger parasites on the world. It's so ridiculous."

"Furthermore, not all battles require close combat."

"I'm fighting you in a different way."

“I am the heaven of this world. You want to attack the heaven? How could I possibly surrender? I will swallow up the world of the living and drive all the gods into the world of death, so that you will only have thirty years to live.”

"I will use my lifespan as a sharp blade, and use thirty years to kill all your opponents."

The baby had his hands behind his back, his eyes calm and undisturbed.

Madera, who was incredibly ugly, looked at him with admiration, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth. "So cool! Father is so cool! With this kind of fighting style, those gods will definitely die."

"Anyone who fights without using their brain will always be a worthless idiot."

Mandalay looked at the ugly child and said, “Your special ability is to distort parallel worlds, but your previous battles were like a pile of shit. You didn’t show your unfathomable power at all. As a being, you should not fight the mortals who kill you head-on! Otherwise, you will be ambushed and killed by those despicable adults.”

Madeira nodded, feeling she had learned something, and looked at Wolf: "What a despicable adult!"

Her father's method didn't involve fighting and killing; it used the rules of the world, death, to kill everyone.

God's battle is to kill the enemy with heaven and earth!

"It's over." Wolf could already imagine the horrific scene.

How do I kill this boss?

To kill him, the gods, and even his companions, must enter the world of death.

Once inside, they only have thirty years left to live.

If the other party just keeps entangled with you and doesn't fight you head-on, they'll just wait until you die of old age.

They don't want to live long either.

My only goal is to hold you back, to fix the world of the Twelve Dimensional Ascension Trials onto this Tenth Trial, preventing you from continuing your dimensional ascension.

(End of this chapter)