Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 343 The Myth of Sisyphus
Inside the Time Tower of the Magical Milky Way Galaxy.

Each planet is merely a jewel adorning the tower, shrunk into tiny bubble-like planes by the power of spatial distortion and inlaid at the top of the tower.

In the very center of the tower, various luxurious dishes that only gods could eat were laid out, and two figures were sitting facing each other.

"Welcome!" Mogannan said very politely.

"Since you want to sit down and talk, then I'll see what you have to say," said Sisyphus, the sole ruler of the Fifth Heavenly World, calmly.

The atmosphere at the scene was solemn and dignified.

They represent the negotiation and struggle between two mythological civilizations.

The two people were none other than the parallel god Morganan and the master of the foreign super civilization, the Heavenly King of the Fifth Galaxy.

The Fifth Age is the myth of Sisyphus.

And sitting before them was none other than Sisyphus, the king of the gods in mythology, revered as the end of the heavens and the voice of all things.

Each of the gods has its own duty.

If the god of evolution is real estate, then the god of parallelism is the "Minister of Foreign Affairs," responsible for external negotiations and coordination.

wow-

The wills of the two sides clashed constantly, like a torrent.

Every minute and every second, an astronomical amount of information is being exchanged.

Everyone held their breath and watched their conversation in silence.

Everyone was incredibly nervous, knowing that this would be the moment that would determine the fate of this nation, this era, this age of gods and myths!
All beginnings are hard.

If they can successfully negotiate in the near future.

Then, they can use this method to fully open the era of deterrence and defeat new gods and heroes through deterrence!

If it fails
If a great war breaks out, who knows where the world will go if it gets out of control? It might even lead to the destruction of the world.

one day.

Two days.

Three days.

He conducted a three-day diplomatic visit, showing King Sisyphus of the Fifth Age around, envisioning a bright future for future cooperation.
"In that case, I can accept it!"

Ultimately, the Fifth Generation of Gods hesitated for a moment, but still agreed.

"Good! Good!"

The Parallel God Morganan was overjoyed and said, "Then you should surrender and not resist. For safety's sake, we must imprison you first! Because your power is too great! We must ensure our own safety."

A hint of annoyance flashed across the proud face of the Fifth Generation of Gods' Heavenly Will. "Impossible! We are merely partners. The two mythical kingdoms are equals!"

In his Sisyphus myth, even the high and mighty gods are his little dogs.
In his mythological era, the Celestial Race rose to power, and all the gods were enslaved.

Only God and immortal deities, possessing the divine power of concealment, could have escaped as two notorious fugitives.

The two of them, like rats in the shadows, are trying to overthrow the new system and restore the corrupt, old, and feudal old system!

In their Fifth World, God is a cunning and treacherous black man named Nike, and the Goddess of Longevity is an incredibly cunning woman who manipulates the emotions of the gods.

Identity and gender have become distorted to an extreme.

Because with each new world, God's life trajectory shifts slightly.

After five or six consecutive deviations, the so-called God was nothing more than another completely unrelated lucky person who obtained this divine power.

So, after 23,000 years of hunting down this black god, the goddess of immortality, he successfully killed her.

It can be said that he has made immortal contributions.

Yet this very overlord has arrived here.
He actually rebelled against the Heavenly Gang, and the corrupt and outdated gods wanted to make him their slave.
"impossible!"

The Fifth God said calmly, "My patience has reached its limit by not overthrowing your corrupt old system. I'm only here to cooperate!"

In his history.

The gods schemed against each other, and divine wars frequently broke out, causing widespread suffering among the people.

Evolution, destiny, wisdom, immortality, magic, death.

He single-handedly swept across the six kingdoms, unified the land, and ended the chaotic era.

He enslaved the gods who were in internal strife, standardized the written language and the gauge of carts, and under his command, all the gods built a brand new chaotic world of the Sun God.

As a great and powerful ruler, being able to cooperate with these corrupt remnants of the old era was already the limit of his patience!
"Aren't you afraid of dying?" Mo Gannan couldn't help but ask, "You don't want your child to come out and teach you a lesson, do you?"

"Humph!"

He snorted coldly.
"If you insist on waking my child and having him hit me, then so be it. I'd rather die than let anything happen to me!"

Mo Gannan thought to himself, "This man is truly arrogant."

Every destiny has its own character.

Although the previous few Heavenly Wills were arrogant, they were all afraid of death, so the blond guy threatened them: You don't want to be forced to get pregnant and give birth to a child either.
They gave in.

But now, things have gone wrong from the start.

Right from the start, I encountered a chaste and virtuous woman who would rather die than submit. You can let me live, but I'd rather die with you.

"This is a huge problem," Mo Gannan sighed inwardly. The worst part was that his threats were ineffective!

It seems there's not enough energy now; the process is getting slower and slower. Giving birth to this fifth-world being only took so long; what will happen when the sixth-world being born?
In that time, this great god of mythology, Sisyphus, would have already killed us!
Despite feeling incredibly unlucky, Mo Gannan forced himself to remain calm. "A fight to the death would be bad for both of us. Although I can summon your child to teach you what it means to respect the elderly and care for the young, it might also bring out an even more difficult person to deal with!"

“So, I won’t summon your son. Let’s make a bet,” Morganan said.

"What do you want to bet?" Sisyphus asked calmly, without any fear.

In his eyes, he felt as if he had entered a primitive urban-rural fringe, a world of backward old system with rural and township facilities everywhere.

The gods of this world are too free and unrestrained, too unscrupulous. Only when divine authority is centralized can the era be rapidly propelled forward.

This old system of gods is incredibly backward.

“It’s simple, just fight a match,” Mogannan said.

"That's fine."

Sisyphus stood up and slowly walked out of the tower. "It's a good time to test the strength of your world. The only powerful beings you rely on are those three Destinies. Three against one, that's quite interesting." There is only one Destiny life in a world.

As the invincible Sisyphus, he naturally felt a fighting spirit when he first encountered his fellow tribesmen, such as Mandalay.

soon.

The gods emptied the Fourth World.

The life forms inside were moved to the second and third divine worlds.

Sisyphus stood tall in the center. "Using a parallel world as the arena? That's a good idea. Finally, I can go all out!"

He looked up at the gods of this world sitting on the high platform in the distance, a hint of sneer flashing across his face. "Aren't the gods just watching from above as judges? Why don't they come down and compete themselves? What a bunch of inexplicably arrogant and backward fellows."

Geniuses are the true superiors, while these gods sit on the judging panel with an even more dignified air? They deserve to die! They deserve to be exterminated!
Before Sisyphus could think any further,

The battle suddenly broke out.

boom!
Madeira, Mandalay, and the powerful beings of the Fourth Day suddenly formed a triangle and surrounded Sisyphus.

The two children in Mandalay have also been learning advanced technologies from the era of divine will and studying various techniques and cultivation methods of their tribe in recent years, and have made great progress.

They began to mobilize the various divine powers provided by the source of the gods, engaging in battles with all sorts of exquisite and unparalleled techniques.

Bang!
Too much energy was constantly overflowing, and the entire space ocean began to stir up a tsunami powerful enough to destroy the world. The order of all things even made a creaking and shaking sound.

"You're fighting me because you want to steal my techniques, aren't you?"

Sisyphus stood proudly in the void, looking at the three of his kind who were flashing before him, and said, "If you can learn, then come on."

Sisyphus took a step forward and unleashed a barrage of attacks.

The entire magical galaxy seemed to be erupting with countless stars, like candles suddenly being lit in a dark room, instantly illuminating the space.

"I, Sisyphus, am the ultimate catastrophe that will destroy the world and sweep across the six kingdoms of the gods!"

To everyone's astonishment, the other party caused countless stars to tremble and billions of seas to surge.

high places.

The gods were watching.

Parallel God Morganan, God Surya, God of Evolution Elephant Dhomo, God of Death Anu
And Fortuna from the main world.

"What an exaggerated guy."

"It seems that this race, like normal people, has geniuses and mediocre talents. The previous few were all minor geniuses, which shows that their race is blessed with extraordinary talent. But the one in front of us is a monster who surpasses ordinary geniuses!"

"How enviable! This race's characteristics far surpass ours. I wonder when we will be able to become like them."

The gods fell silent, frowned, and showed concern.

They watched as Sisyphus, like a god or a demon, wreaked havoc.

A thought popped into my head.

Can't beat it.

If we gods were to personally go up against them, we'd probably be no match!
After all, most gods are conceptual and functional; propagation, evolution, and destiny are among the fundamental building blocks of the world.

Apart from the Chaos Sun God, who possesses the innate "annihilation" divine power characteristic of killing gods, almost no other gods are naturally suited for combat.

Even as hosts with a 100% compatibility score, their compatibility talents are also focused on farming.

and so.

As functional gods, they felt a deep sense of crisis in the face of the more advanced and combat-savvy Celestial Race.

We are too backward.

Faced with such a more advanced mechanism of the times, are we really going to be eliminated?

The gods looked worried as they gazed at Elephant Tuomo, the god of evolution, "Have you not yet figured out how to evolve us into this race?"

“No!” Elephant Monk had actually tried very hard. “I doubt the power of evolution. It can’t turn us into them, because evolution is just evolution, not change.”

God Surya also spoke calmly: "What country in this world is eternal? On the smallest level, mortal dynasties rise and fall, and on the largest level, the gods in the heavens take turns ascending to the top—the age of God, the age of destiny, the age of chaos."

Each version brings a new god, and even the strength of the gods is updated as the times improve.

Why won't they be eliminated?

Just as the gods were worrying about the overwhelming power they had been displaying these past few days, the battle in the distance suddenly ended.

Sisyphus stomped the Fourth Heavenly Will under his foot, "Useless!"

His feet kept grinding against the other person's head, making a cracking sound as the pressure increased.

The Fourth World's Heavenly Will revealed a look of horror, "No, what are you going to do?"

The words have not yet fallen.

Sisyphus acted ruthlessly, crushing the head of the Fourth Heavenly Will with a single, gentle step.

"You will be the first member of your clan to be killed in history."

"My worthless father, please offer yourself as a sacrifice to the heavens."

With a loud bang, to everyone's astonishment, the first death of the Heavenly Will Clan occurred.

There were five divine beings before this.

Rigaona, Madeira, Mandalay, and the Fourth Heavenly Will, whose name was still unknown, died simply like a minor character, without a name.

"As for you two."

Sisyphus's gaze fell on the two children. "You're just two kids, not even a few years old yet. Compared to the tens of thousands-year-old Fourth Will of Heaven that I killed, you still have potential."

"From now on, you will all follow me," Sisyphus chuckled.

Mandalay and Madeira trembled and nodded repeatedly: "We understand."

They were clearly the two oldest grandfathers, but now, in order to survive, they acted like servants who had served three masters, constantly following new ones everywhere.

"I won."

Sisyphus looked at the gods in the sky, a hint of mockery flashing across his face. "This kind of fighting isn't satisfying enough. I have a bold idea. Why don't we release my son, the Sixth Generation of Gods, as well?"

(End of this chapter)