Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 405 Overwhelming Power

"How is that possible! How could anyone possibly do that?"

The more the powerful figures from the three great empires watched, the more alarmed they became.

With a wave of his hand, he stripped the Green Staff away, giving away the Ten Shackles Rank he had painstakingly cultivated for tens of thousands of years to this little Amoka?

The most outrageous.

This was not your hard work.

Having forcibly taken the other party's cultivation crystal, it's impossible for him to break through.

But God spoke softly.
His words carried the weight of divine authority, and the law followed; that's how things came to be.

This power, which did not belong to him, was forcibly integrated into his body, helping him break through his cultivation level.

"Now, I'll be the one to fight you!"

Amok laughed heartily, instantly gaining confidence.

"People are divided into four, six, and nine categories; civilizations are divided into upper, middle, and lower categories."

"Come, come, you lowly mortals from a mere inferior civilization in this universe, how dare you attack the gods in the heavens! We'll teach you a lesson you won't forget!"

The others froze.

Is Amoka a severe racist?

No, this is mocking them.

Because Amoka was previously a desert bandit, he was the one who was discriminated against as a member of the inferior race.

He grew up in the wild, without a city household registration, and was discriminated against as an unregistered resident from a young age.

Now that everyone has ascended to this dimension, the number of races here is in the thousands or tens of thousands.
Since there are quantities, it's natural to rank them.

Amok's race was undoubtedly a lower race, born as legally bought and sold slaves used for mining and biological experiments.

"Are you trying to discriminate against us?"

"What a boring dignity."

At this moment, a tall and burly man walked out and said, "You just failed to ambush an eighth-level enemy. I really don't know where you got the guts to say such a thing. A lowly rat is a lowly rat."

Amoka glanced at the other man: "Sir, who are you?"

The burly man was clad in mechanical armor and wielded a mechanical spear.
“My name is Baivan, the Grand Admiral of the Weimu Fleet, a number one figure in this universe for the past 100,000 years, but at your level, you probably don’t even know who I am.”

"However, I invented the urban household registration system. You are discriminated against because of me, so you must hate me very much, right?"

Bayvan revealed a hint of arrogance as he looked at the haughty and conceited Amoka opposite him.

"You useless coward who tries to force growth, let me show you just how big the gap is between our levels!"

"Alright." A hint of cruelty flashed in Amok's eyes as he charged straight ahead.

boom!
The two exchanged a simple punch.

Everyone thought that a piece of trash like Amok would be instantly knocked away, but it was Bayvan who was knocked away.

"A bunch of trash!"

A violent force, like that of a solar system, erupted from Amoka and pressed down on everyone. Their skin, bones, and internal organs seemed to be oppressed by an unbelievable force.

Bayvan's knees suddenly buckled, and he fell to his knees with a thud.

"So much nonsense."

Amoka stomped hard on the man's face, pinning him to the sand. "Kneel down! General? Slave Act? I heard you enjoy trampling on the lower classes?"

"How does it feel to be trampled on by the lowest of the low? You dog!"

Everyone was completely taken aback, staring blankly at Amoka, momentarily paralyzed by the oppressive aura.

At this moment, the power that Amoka displayed was so violent that it seemed as if the entire world was crushing down on him.

The sheer force of the aura alone was enough to make all the eighth-tier spirits feel suffocated.

The same thought popped into their minds:
How could he be so strong?
How could it be that strong?
All the powerful figures who had attacked showed expressions of utter horror, barely managing to lift their heads to look up despite the terrifying wind pressure.

"He's just a piece of trash who just broke through and got the Green Staff's essence. Why, why is he so strong? He's so much stronger than the Green Staff itself."

"Oh?"

Amokah snorted softly, as if a truth was pressing down on everyone's heads, "Why don't you kneel before my God?"

"If you're not willing to kneel, then lie down."

As soon as the words fell, heavy ripples of energy suddenly erupted, and an even more astonishing pressure slammed them hard to the ground.

"Kneel? How is that possible?" All the eighth-level warriors were sweating profusely, struggling to withstand the overwhelming pressure that almost deformed their bodies and made their bones crack and pop, so as not to kneel down.

They were sweating more and more, and their consciousness was becoming increasingly blurred!
Pfft!
Pfft!
The heartbeat is speeding up.

Finally, the bodies of those generals, marshals, and high-ranking officials seemed to be bent and twisted by an unimaginable energy, their skin bursting with blood mist, and they collapsed to the ground with a thud.

The emperors of the three great nations followed suit, quickly collapsing to the ground.

In an instant, a whole group of them knelt down.

boom!
The ground even sank several thousand meters.

Everyone lay on the ground, their faces ashen, their faces covered in a dense layer of mud and sand.

Some of the mud and sand were even ingested.

What a shame!

Who among you here isn't a high-ranking figure in this universe?

The emperor, the general, the marshal—each of their unintentional decisions determines the fate of billions of lives.

But now, he was forced to kneel down by a lowly racial thief, his whole body trembling!
This eerie power sent chills down their spines.

But they were ultimately exceptional individuals, and they forced themselves to suppress their fear and begin to think. 'How could Amoka be so strong? He just broke through, and his techniques, skills, and foundation are all inferior to the worst, most worthless Star Realm cultivators!'

'But how does he possess such terrifying numerical power?'

'It's those hundreds or thousands of pieces of equipment in the inventory!'

'If he possesses hundreds of times the power of a seventh-tier cultivator at that level, does that mean he can also achieve hundreds of times the power at the eighth tier?'

'No, how is this possible? Reaching the seventh tier is already the limit, how could it possibly provide a percentage boost at the eighth tier? What kind of conceptual artifact is this? It doesn't change with the strength of the cultivation level?'

They looked at Amok with resentment.

A strong sense of self-esteem, honor, and contempt for the lower classes erupted at this moment, while an overwhelming sense of humiliation filled his heart.

"Kneel down."

Amoka sighed softly:
"Even I can't stop you, you lowly insects, you've been arrogant on earth for too long."

God, witnessing this scene, knelt down in a great number of eight steps.

As expected, there was no challenge at all.

He took a different approach, stole the opponent's eighth-tier rank, raised an eighth-tier character, and could easily defeat those of the same rank.

Actually.

Previously, it was possible to steal the divine power shackles used in cultivation!
But why steal it?
That's just the outer layer of equipment.

You yourself must cultivate this shackle; this power must reside within your body, not be a temporary garment worn on the outside.

As for the stolen shackles and equipment, can they provide combat power?
That's a joke!
The shackles, being inherently inferior divine objects, forced it to barely utilize the laws of heaven and earth.

The common people in our world of gods have even more powerful divine power that they can use directly.

Using your pirated shackles to provide the rules, isn't that putting the cart before the horse?

and so.

No one had ever used this shackle to forge equipment before.

But it is different now.

The seventh-order shackles are just average, but the eighth-order shackle artifacts can be stolen and used!

Liu Jun revealed a thoughtful expression, "Furthermore, we will likely remain at the seventh level for some time, enduring arduous training with numerous shackles."

"If we don't lay a solid foundation, forcing a breakthrough to the eighth rank will likely exhaust our potential."

"However, if I don't break through to the eighth rank, my combat strength will be insufficient, and it will be difficult to protect myself."

Liu Jun's eyes fell on Amok.

Perhaps, this is one way!
Although he himself is only at the seventh rank, he can still raise a group of eighth-rank beings to protect him.

even.

We can conduct further research and development ourselves.

Is it possible for me to find a way to falsely assume the status of someone else and become a pseudo-eighth-order individual?
In this way, he can continue his arduous training at the seventh level while also possessing the combat power of the eighth level.

Liu Jun couldn't help but consider its feasibility.

After all, for him...

He wasn't in a hurry to break through to the eighth rank.

Furthermore, the comprehension and cultivation of a shackle by a divine object before the emergence of more divine objects...
He doesn't plan to make a breakthrough yet; he wants to solidify his foundation first.

In other words, he might remain at the seventh rank for a very long time!
Yes, it will probably take a long time.

Then
He was about to face a harsh reality.

How should a seventh-tier opponent face an encirclement by an eighth-tier opponent?
If one were to rashly attempt to break through to the eighth level, it would clearly leave a flaw in one's cultivation level.

"It seems I need to artificially modify my cultivation level."

Liu Jun had previously used divine objects to artificially modify his breakthrough in cultivation level.

It wouldn't be surprising if they interfered with the division of realms again now.

at this time.

Amoka kicked each of the eighth-tier Starry Sky Realm experts, leaving them breathless.

Fortuna, standing beside her, laughed and said, "That's how the unorthodox experts outside are. Among those of the same level, none of them can stop us."

"Previously, wild sixth-tier experts outside were like this, and wild seventh-tier experts were like this."

"I'm not surprised that this is how it is here, that we get beaten up."

Fortuna, the goddess of fate, smiled and was about to speak when a terrifying aura suddenly swept over her.

boom!
A startling aura flashed by.

Fortuna froze, her life force vanished instantly, her pupils lost their color, and she collapsed like a corpse.

The body vanished into sand the instant it fell.

God, seated on his throne, raised an eyebrow and said calmly:
"Fortuna, are you surprised now? Your side effects are still quite significant; you were ultimately a bit careless."

Fortuna was attacked and killed.

This was also within his expectations.

God slowly looked up at the distant sky and addressed the kneeling emperors and ministers:
"Your real trump card seems to be quite something."

"So it turns out that there are more than just ordinary eighth-tier cultivators like you stuck at the threshold of breaking through ten shackles here."

God looked at the distant sky and spoke softly:

"That real expert over there, you can come out now."

(End of this chapter)