Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 416 Invasion!

In a universe where an ocean covers most of the surface.

Nice, Ireland.

This is a vast area covered by the ocean.

Countless fish, shrimp, shellfish, seaweed, coral, and a variety of other abundant marine life frequently appear here.

This is a land teeming with life.

Just as a vast amount of life is born from the sea, this is the second trial, a cosmic phase of a biological explosion.

"The twelve trials of the universe are like the twelve stages of a person's growth: embryo, infancy, adolescence, and youth."

"If the first trial is the Dune Era universe, this stage of the universe is lifeless, a universe where the planets and ruins that have sunk to the bottom of the real universe have been ground into a desert."

"Then, our second trial is the [Floating Tide Era], when seawater begins to flood the desert, all things revive, and life begins to be reborn with a new origin."

"The ocean is the origin of civilization."

In the heart of the city, a venerable old king was teaching his young child, telling him bedtime stories.

"Grandpa, Grandpa, tell me about that desert universe from before."

A green baby creature covered in octopus sucker patterns, dressed in gorgeous clothes, said coquettishly.

"Then let me tell you about it."

"That universe was very barren because it was only the first trial, a transitional phase of the universe."

The old man revealed a hint of nostalgia, "We come from the real universe. When we started the Twelfth Dimensional Ascension Trial, we passed through there. In the first trial, there was an emperor named Munesus who ruled over three desert empires."

The old man seemed to be recalling the past; his voice carried a desolate sense of the vicissitudes of time.
"It was a sad world, and water was very precious."

"Water? Isn't there water everywhere here?" The child looked confused and couldn't help but twist his body. "Shouldn't the most precious thing be soil?"

Yes, this universe is entirely ocean; it's a gigantic water sphere.

At the center of the water sphere, there is a tiny planet composed of a mixture of metal and soil, called the Earth's core.

That is, the location of the ruler of this universe.

Only the most noble rulers of that era could live on solid ground.

Everyone else can only live in small cities on corals and seashells.

This is a universe teeming with corals, inhabited by native planktonic microorganisms.
Those enormous interstellar planktonic creatures would prey on these alien humans.

and so.

In this universe, these alien civilizations are not at the top of the food chain at all.

At the true top of the food chain are the planktonic civilization and the divinely ordained life forms here.

All alien civilizations could only eke out a living and defend their territories under the oppression of the Celestial Race.

"Yes, water is extremely scarce in their desert universe."

A hint of disdain flickered in the old man's eyes, as if he were telling a fairy tale.
"Although their world is ruled by humans, not by those wretched plankton, they live a very difficult life."

“Each of them has a fixed amount of water. The standard amount of water for each person is 17 kilograms. They are born with 17 kilograms of water and die with 17 kilograms of water.”

The child couldn't help but exclaim, "What? A life only has 17 kilograms of water? Wouldn't it become a dried-up corpse?"

"Yes, in that universe, you can tell a person's wealth or poverty just by looking at their skin. Rich people always have plump skin, while poor people are always skinny and bony, with no moisture."

A look of confusion crossed the child's eyes: "Only 17 kilograms of water? Don't they pee? Don't they cry?"

"They don't cry; they are tearless and dare not cry. But they need to go to the toilet, and do you know how they do it?"

"They use their powerful psychic abilities, which are at the sixth level from birth, to drain the water from their urine and feces, and then eat it back up to maintain their constant weight of 17 kilograms of water."

"In that universe, if you want to have a baby, you have to find a way to get 17 kilograms of water for your baby, otherwise he/she cannot be born."

“Some extremely poor parents who want to have children will give some of their own water to their children, but in the end, they die of thirst.”

A look of confusion flashed across the child's eyes.

渴死
There were even sixth-class citizens who died of thirst.

"How can such a world exist? They are powerful sixth-tier beings. In the ancient planetary era, each of them traversed interstellar space, crushing those low-level first and second-tier planetary civilizations and becoming gods of low-level species."

"Is the water quota equivalent to a life's identity slot?"

"Yes, every small desert country has a fixed water reserve, and their national water reserves will determine their population size."

"The water on them is not their own; it is state property. If they lose more than one gram of water, it is a serious crime of damaging state property, and they will be executed!"

The old man recalled that distant past.

After he ascended to a higher dimension, he arrived at the first desert universe trial and was quickly captured.

They suffered greatly from humiliation.

Only after being interrogated about the characteristics and underlying principles of civilization did they become slaves.
Following those geniuses who boarded their civilization's train, the indigenous desert geniuses who usurped the throne continued to ascend to higher dimensions.

After arriving in this universe of the Second Trial.

They could only follow those geniuses from the First Desert Universe, serving as their suicide squad here.

But lucky.

Only by killing all those arrogant geniuses can they be freed and live happily here.

"What a despicable bunch of desert aliens!" The old emperor couldn't help but curse inwardly, recalling the humiliation he had suffered years ago. Suddenly, the child shouted, "What do those desert people look like?"

"Oh, they are inferior, hairless, poreless beings without our suction cup pore patterns, pure-colored, smooth, fleshy lumps of life."

"Their level of understanding is very low, they are weak, primitive and backward... so barbaric that they drink their own excrement and urine every day."

The child paused, then pointed to the sky behind the emperor and shouted, "Does it look like them?"

The emperor suddenly looked up, his eyes revealing a look of disbelief and shock.

A giant gate opened in the sky.

Various creatures imbued with mysterious magic emerged.

The first thing to appear was a giant, silver, magical eagle that stretched for ten thousand meters, wearing a powerful eighth-order divine core on its head, exuding a terrifying aura of power.

This is just the beginning.

Roar!
An ancient star-shaped Titan emerged from the dimensional gate, its terrifying aura constantly radiating the powerful momentum of a savage, ancient giant.

From the age of magic, the Titans have been a well-developed race with an incredibly powerful foundation.

An angel of holy light, wielding a holy sword and with six pairs of angelic wings on its back, stepped forward.

He is none other than His Holiness the Pope Munisos, the current head of the Papacy on Earth.

"Everyone, I think I just heard you talking about me."

Beams of white light poured down like splashed ink, and countless sacred pillars of light rained down from the sky.

Countless elegant elven archers arrived aboard ancient trees as massive as stars, rising from the ground and moving slowly forward.

Boom boom boom——

Stars shine.

One after another, mythical artifacts from another world, bathed in firelight, emerged, densely packed, their sheer number overwhelming.

And each of them was surprisingly at the eighth level.

And in the sky.

God, the goddess of fate, the god of time, the god of space, the god of chaos, and many other deities, following the spread of the magic net, cast their gaze upon the human world in this alien universe.

The power of God illuminated this vast galaxy cluster empire in an instant.

The child, with an innocent face, pointed to the sky and asked:
"So you're Munisos, the emperor of that trashy desert civilization down there? Winged big brother, what's it like drinking your own urine every day?"

This sentence fell.

There was silence.

It was as if the entire invading civilized army was ignited by this one sentence.

The old emperor of Nice Ireland's expression gradually stiffened, his mind went blank, and he wished he could just cover the child's mouth.

But how is that possible? How could Munisos have become so powerful?
How could there be so many eighth-tier powerhouses?
It's important to know that every civilization that can enter this path of ascending to a higher dimension is at least at the sixth level at birth.

However, the majority of sixth-tier citizens are ordinary people.

They are born without the ability to cultivate, making them essentially ordinary mortals.

Seventh-tier individuals are still considered mid-level powerhouses, while eighth-tier individuals are considered the ruling class even in their universe. The enemy's numbers are rather large.
"No, no"

"Hahaha, you're fake eighth-tier cultivators! You're all fake!"

"You have a unique energy source within you. You broke through to the eighth rank by relying on external forces."

The old emperor suddenly realized what was happening and burst into laughter, saying, "Although I don't know how you got here, you gave me quite a fright."

"I could take on a whole bunch of trash like you eighth-tier rank 8!"

As soon as he finished speaking, a blazing light shot out from his eyes, as if burning the entire sky.

He intended to wipe out all these pseudo-eighth-tier units in this wide-area attack!

He had heard that some civilizations also possessed the technology to create pseudo-eighth-tier beings, but they were merely empty shells, easily defeated.

“Those inferior species in the desert that survive by drinking urine, take a good look at the true value of powerful beings from higher dimensions.”

"Take a closer look at what a true strongman is."

"Compared to you useless people who try to force growth, I have real talent. I reached this level step by step through my own hard work, struggle, and steady progress!"

boom!
The light dissipated.

Just when the old emperor thought he had annihilated this inferior civilization, he discovered that their sleeves were not even dirty.

"Old man, are you giving us a bath and helping us change clothes?"

Munesus looked puzzled, seemingly not expecting the opponent's attack to be so weak.

"So that's how it is. Your level of cultivation, though seemingly achieved through arduous steps, is actually quite superficial and unrealistic."

"Our current level of power is achieved through faith in God, and through gradual, step-by-step investment of resources and enhancements—a solid, powerful, and perfectly perfect combat strength!"

A raging fire seemed to blaze in Munisos's eyes. "How can your daily arduous training compare to our rigorous ascetic practices?"

"Come here, you lowly mortals from a lower universe, how dare you attack the divine messengers from heaven?"

(End of this chapter)