Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 316 The Eleventh Trial: A Desperate Opponent Appears
the other side.

In the parallel universe where Elephant Monk left.

An overwhelming chaos permeated the entire world, turning everything into nothingness and filling it with deathly silence.

The original world of death, the small space world, had not yet been corrupted by chaos.

But as chaos continued to grow, even the world of death began to crack, seeping in large amounts of chaos.

At this point, there were almost no pure lands left in the world.

This world is about to be destroyed.

The only remaining pure land is in heaven.

Before the throne.

Cupid, who was beside God, sighed softly and said sadly, "God, I'm afraid we can't follow you into the next age to take care of you."

The little angels around her seemed to realize their ultimate fate and couldn't help but cry.

"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu"

"We can no longer be with God."

When the era ended, even the gods could not escape the overwhelming chaos and obliteration, let alone them.

They will eventually die.

Below, God's daughter, with a gentle expression, says, "Father, may you walk into a new and eternal life, and step into everlasting happiness."

The majestic and towering God sat sideways on his throne, surrounded by a halo of wisdom, his chin resting on one hand, looking down at the children with a slight emotion.

Heaven is quiet.

Everyone turned to look at the surging chaos.

The end of the world has come!
God looked down at the children below. He had ruled over mythical ages, myths of magic, myths of fate, and retreated under the myth of the sun.

He had witnessed too many partings and deaths, and friends from one era after another had passed away.

He thought he was already used to it.

But now, he watches as the gods fall one by one, and the angels around him depart.

Even the one who initially defeated the dragon in the castle and followed his daughter was about to die.

He thought he could remain calm, but suddenly a strange wave of emotion surged within him.

"But what's the use of that?"

"As times come and go, I cannot save others; I alone have escaped."

He looked up. "The sun rises and sets, and then... am I all alone?"

"Perhaps this is not the first epochal day and night I will face."

Watching the enormous, chaotic sun almost engulf the entire world, even transforming into the world itself, the golden surface of the sun revealed a crystal-clear, glassy luster, beautiful in its brilliance, yet suffocating in its despair.

Sun rise!

Everything restarts!

Even the supreme God cannot defy the order of the world; chaos and destruction followed by renewal are the laws governing all things.

Just as God sighed softly, two figures were suddenly brought in.

These are two children.

"The Lady of Death not only dragged people over, but also sent them in?"

God suddenly pondered: "What exactly does this guy want to do? I won't go over there; it's his own business if Elephant Domo goes over there."

"Is she trying to use these two children to persuade me to help her achieve her ambitions?"

He can reopen the world in the next era and remain neutral.

I won't get involved in things that are out of touch with the times, which would only cause unnecessary trouble.

Furthermore, the goddess of fate loves to toy with destiny.

This displeased him greatly.

In order to save his companions and himself, Elephant Monk chose to accept the gifts of fate and follow its arrangements.

But God didn't have to take such a risk.

However, after God read the memories of the other world and saw the memories of Madeira and Mandalay.

God's assessment was that these two unfortunate children were quite remarkable for managing to outwit the cunning and experienced gods at such a young age!
He also saw that Xiangdomo was initiating the Twelve Trials, raising the world to a higher dimension, and had already reached the Tenth Trial.

"It seems he has a chance to fulfill his dream."

"But it has nothing to do with me in this world."

God absorbed the vast amount of information, looking down at the little angels below, yet remained unmoved.

However, he suddenly had a vague feeling that the information he received from that side was somewhat strange.

He began to deduce the history of that world.

Divine objects, creator gods, and all sorts of data and details about destiny suddenly flowed and were processed rapidly in his mind.

Why is there no creator god here?

Doubts resurfaced.

As a fully intelligent deity, the most intelligent being in the world, he suddenly discovered an unbelievable truth within this vast amount of information.

"So, we were just a figment of our imagination."

"I'm fake."

A certain type of divine object possesses the characteristic of creating a conceptual world.

The most traditional theory is that a spatial deity creates a spatial world.

The world of death creates the conceptual world of death.

The ultimate artifact of destiny creates a fictional world with a predetermined fate. All the joys and sorrows, the history of one's own world, are merely a fictional testing ground, a dream of some ultimate goddess of destiny?

God continued his analysis.

"If every destiny is a musical score."

"What I have here is merely a temporary piece of music composed randomly, rapidly probing the final future of a certain situation."

"When the goddess of fate opens her eyes, our parallel virtual world, which has been fictionalized and simulated for tens of thousands of years, will be destroyed."

Suddenly God closed his eyes, and an immense pressure swept across the entire heaven.

He suddenly understood the scheme of the goddess of fate.

"It seems I can't remain unaffected either."

"Since that's the case," he, all-knowing and all-powerful, suddenly unleashed the various divine powers of destiny, tearing apart this false world.

Just as everyone who recognizes their destiny can escape it.

When he realized that everything was an illusion and chose to break free from his fate, he opened his eyes again to find that everything around him had changed completely.

He hacked into Skuld's dream mechanism.

The next dream of Skadi was restarted, returning to the moment when chaos had just erupted 30,000 years ago.

"I see."

"Fate is the ultimate destiny, a destiny that can distort all divine power."

"Scodi and Gandharva join forces to twist the fate of the twelve trials activated by the power of [Evolution]."

"Forcibly interfering with ultimate destiny. One of the evolutionary trials bypasses destiny and moves along the path they desire."

"To transform our world into the eleventh trial world of the ascended dimension?"

"As long as reality remains stuck in the eleventh trial."

"Our fictional world of destiny will become the real world."

"And all the gods in our world will come to life."

God's expression was extremely calm. He suddenly turned around and looked at the little angels in heaven behind him, and his daughter.

"A world that has been restarted 37,000 times."

"At this moment, the world that will serve as the eleventh trial will also materialize."

"We will all survive."

He stretched out his hand, and Madeira and Mandalay, who had been brought in, transformed into two little angels, serving on either side of Heaven.

"Since you were sent in by Elephant Thom and Skuld to strengthen our forces, you two will stay by my side from now on."

Endless radiance emerged, and the two children transformed into little angels, growing snow-white wings and donning halos.

The two children said:

"If it is your wish, we will certainly comply."

As soon as God spoke, it was done.

real world.

The world began to ascend to new dimensions.

The environment, the people, and all things are undergoing drastic changes.

It's like a computer system, constantly updating its various functions.

"After defeating those two children, we've finally reached the eleventh trial."

"The world continues to evolve, and the underlying code order of everything is changing. I wonder where this new monster will be born?"

“We have experience with this; we just need to find the source of the crying and grab him!”

Click.

The world suddenly stopped changing.

It seems that this train to an upgraded world is beginning to stop in the next version of the world.

Stopped.

It stopped at the platform of the eleventh trial.

"Our world suddenly began to distort, to change, to transform into this world! Why is there still no crying?"

"Wait, how come 99% of our population hasn't died yet?"

"Yeah, the rules should have changed, so how come we're still alive?"

Countless people felt both joy and fear, grateful to be alive.

"I wonder who the monster in this world is?"

There were no cries, no baby noises that swept the world.

All people could see was a young, tall figure sitting in the void.

"Welcome to the new eleventh trial."

"Let me be your opponent." The majestic and domineering figure sat there quietly, as if he himself were an endless golden sun, representing an unparalleled concept.

"Who are you?"

There was dead silence.

Everyone seemed to be witnessing the most unbelievable sight.

The power and aura surrounding him, just by feeling his mysterious presence, one can sense a heavy despair from history, reminiscent of the forbidden and unique existence in historical myths.

"Who am I?" The man looked down upon the beings of this era from his throne, his cold, aloof gaze filled with boundless wisdom, as if he were looking at a group of insignificant ants.

“God, Surya.”

(End of this chapter)