Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 441 How could the gods understand the suffering of mortals?

Every god is conceptual.

Each of them perfectly embodies the personality traits found in mythology.

Even their abilities are perfectly matched, without any deviation.

The fact that this self-proclaimed god of thieves, who calls himself the god of merchants, has no offensive capabilities further confirms the King of Lone Light's conjecture.

He has no offensive capabilities, he can only steal!
So, how can you prevent theft?
He recalled the various pickpocketing incidents from his childhood and immediately came up with two countermeasures.

1. If you don't let the other person get close, the thief won't have a chance to steal!
2. If something is really going to be stolen from, just make sure it's stolen from the wrong person.

"Since it follows the pattern of thieves, many thieves will often steal the wrong thing when they reach into other people's pockets."

"For example, you might reach for your wallet, find your phone, or your storage box."

His eyes sharpened instantly; the Lone Light King reacted swiftly.
The moment the thought crossed his mind, he saw the God of Merchants silently appear beside him.

Reach out and touch.

"It's here!" A chill ran down the spine of the Lone Light King, and the next moment he quickly mobilized the other things within his body.

He had been robbed once before, and in an instant, he tried to adjust his position and replace the stolen items.

next moment.

The God of Merchants let out a soft "hmm," as if he had grasped something else, "Is this a painful memory of your workday?"

"Hahahaha!"

"Yes, I did it!"

The King of Lone Light laughed heartily, his laughter unrestrained and unbridled.

He has clearly found a way to deal with the theft.
"Erase, since it cannot form a barrier for me."

"Then I will use my memories, dreams, knowledge, and talents as my defensive barrier, as my bargaining chips, to defeat you!"

His eyes burned with fierce fighting spirit, "Even gods will eventually be overcome by the barriers that can be destroyed!"

"And now, I have a new barrier to obliteration!"

"Dreams, ambitions, love, family ties—how many things can repeatedly stand in my way?" The God of Merchants gave him a deep look.
"In the end, you will become a mentally disabled person who has lost everything, only drools, and can't be cured no matter what."

"Damn thief!" With a loud bang, the King of Lone Light began to draw out Dao Spirits formed from the shackles from his storage treasures.

Knife, gun, sword, club
He grew eight arms, each wielding a different weapon.

Then, various inner linings, outer armor, boots, hair ornaments, and gauntlets—these different forms of Dao spirits—quickly enveloped him.

"Since you have no offensive capabilities, I can confidently choose an offensive Dao Spirit set that has no defensive capabilities."

His voice was strong and resonant.

The full armor made him suddenly appear enormous, as if he were wearing a super armor called a starship.

The god of merchants raised his head.

He instantly heard the various sounds emanating from the eighth-tier Dao Spirits clad on his body:

Is that him?

"After I beat him, I want something delicious."

"I want something fun."

"I want beautiful women."

A variety of chaotic noises came from inside.

Liu Jun glanced at the opponent's new form in surprise, and instantly understood the significance of a powerful cultivator at the Shackled Dao Spirit Realm rushing to the front lines.

It turns out that the young geniuses who rushed aboard those trains of civilization were there to create various equipment called "Dao Ling" for them.

No wonder I hardly saw those so-called shackled strongmen; it turns out they all became the personal equipment of these strongmen, sacrificing themselves in another form.

But it seems quite reasonable.

They practice ancient methods, focusing solely on cultivating their own physical body.

This is one's own strength.

Young people cultivate new techniques, transforming into various shackle spirits, which become their handy weapons.

This is the force of external objects.

The combination of internal and external forces boosted their combat effectiveness.

Looking into the other's eyes, the King of Lone Light's expression flashed with silence. "As a god high above, how do you know our suffering?"

"We had no choice. Faced with a barren environment and a terrible enemy, all we could do at the beginning was try to survive."

"Even survival is a luxury."

"The universe is too vast. We need a large number of people to be stationed in various regions of the universe so that we don't become blind."

“These eighth-level Shackled Realm cultivators, who are simple and quick to cultivate and can be mass-produced despite their disabilities, are the best lookouts.”

"After they die, the spiritual essence they left behind will also become our weapon."

"Only by exhausting all our strength to struggle and survive in the mire can all civilizations in the universe have a chance to survive under the hand of fate."

"We are all burning brightly in the positions that best suit us, illuminating the future."

He kept talking.

The God of Merchants nodded. "I can see that. Your strongmen on the front lines do indeed carry the dreams of everyone."

He looked at the other person's top-grade Dao artifact equipment.

Each dream is worth 2000-3000 spirit stones.

It's easy to imagine how terrifying his combat power would be with such a boost, fueled by his dreams.

"Gentlemen! Fight for the dream of our civilization!" cried the Lone Light King.

A series of sounds emanated from the Lone Light King:

"Yes, for the dream!"

"My father sacrificed himself to spread information during the espionage war. Before he died, he cast me, his Dao Spirit, into his body. I will inherit his will and fight for the dimensional ascension of the universe!"

"We are all orphans, and our fathers are all lonely lighthouses that illuminate a region in the universe, lighting up the map of the entire universe. They are all great warriors of civilization."

The roar of mountains and the roar of the sea emanated continuously from the Lone Light King.

Because the universe is so vast, it is completely dark.

In the vast universe, where even traveling takes decades or hundreds of years...
They truly grasped the meaning of the statement, "The essence of war is the war of intelligence."

No intelligence.

No matter how strong you are, you're nothing more than a monkey who travels around for countless years, only to be toyed with in the process.

Therefore, they had to establish a large intelligence network.

Without intelligence on the enemy's marching route, certain death is inevitable.

This is why they modified the realms, allowing a large number of powerful individuals to ascend.

They are desperately short-staffed!

Perhaps, the attempt to transform one's realm was mixed with various selfish motives and had various side effects.
but.

This is a necessary change in order to survive.

They don't have a large enough population base, and they don't even have informants in various regions of the universe, so they would have been wiped out long ago!
Even the most powerful beings, the leaders of the three realms, could be surrounded and killed by Tianyi and his subordinates without any information or intelligence.

"Fight!" a roar rang out.

"Fight!" a low roar echoed.

One of the Dao spirits on his body roared:

"We cannot survive without fighting! As long as we kill you, this god, we will have the chance to change this hopeless fate!"

"Kill him!!" Countless Dao spirits shouted hoarsely.

"For civilization!"

"For glory!"

"Roar!" In the next moment, Prince Lone Light's figure seemed to transform into the real Lone Light, and endless radiance enveloped this starry sky.

With a thunderous roar, an angry voice rang out, its momentum escalating.

A furious golden light flashed in the eyes of the King of Lone Light. He brandished the Dao weapon in his hand, and with a slight sway, countless clouds of dust rose up.

"God? You cannot understand our suffering."

"I carry the dreams of 370 ascended powerhouses on my shoulders, how could I possibly lose!?"

boom!
He immediately began to unleash his full power in a desperate burst of energy.

A domineering, arrogant, and furious roar tore through the sky, crashing violently into the God of Merchants.

With a loud bang, the God of Merchants was instantly sent flying backward.

"Hit! We can win!" The King of Lone Light's eyes snapped open, and various weapons rained down on the God of Merchants.

This merchant god stole my Dao body and possessed its formidable defensive power.

However, because Prince Guguang was aware of the strengths and weaknesses of his own Dao body, it was easier for him to break through the opponent's defenses.

But the next second, the Lone King suddenly felt that something was missing.

His memories of his wife and children had vanished. On the beach, the ocean shimmered in the sunlight; in the coral reefs, a gentle girl stubbornly followed beside him.

Distant memories are blurry in my mind.

"Aren't you afraid I'll kill you? I'm the strongest person on this land."

"You won't. Because I can feel that you like me, and I want to play the role of a lonely seaweed here with you."

After saying that, the girl followed him and squatted down on the seabed, playing the role of a cute seaweed.

The brightest ray of light in my memory has gradually faded from my mind.

As he felt his precious memories fading away, the Lone Light King brandished his halberd and burst into loud, maniacal laughter.

"You want it? Then take it!!"

"Take it all! Take all my precious things!"

A maniacal, morbid smile flashed across the face of the Lone Light King.

"Anyway, my wife and children are already dead. Take what doesn't exist."

"Thief, God!!!"

An angry growl accompanied the unleashing of all weapons, "You wretched thing! Do you enjoy taking other people's cherished things?"

With one step, flames burst forth.

Clearly, just as Liu Jun had guessed.

Everyone who encounters the God of Thieves is enraged by his disgusting abilities.

It has no offensive capabilities, but it is extremely humiliating.

"You beings are perhaps just as despicable as those lofty divine wills! You are enemies of the entire universe's civilization!"

He seemed to have transformed into the most dazzling sun in the entire sky.

Within the sun, it seemed, burned a mortal hero challenging the gods in the heavens.

"If every time I attack you, every time I touch you, I have to lose one of the most precious treasures in my life in order to kill you..."

His voice gradually turned cold.

"Then I will keep attacking!"

"A hundred times, a thousand times, you can turn me into a drooling idiot, it's no problem at all!"

Countless forests and cities were torn apart, and the sky seemed to collapse under some kind of astonishing pressure.

With every attack, every roar, the power of the Lone Light King was terrifying.

With a single slash, cracks appeared on the body of the Lone Light King, the God of Thieves.

But his dream of becoming Prince Lonely Light vanished.

"Gu Guang, what kind of person do you want to be in the future?"

"I want to be a great hero who stands tall and upright!"

"Hahahaha! Another one taken?" Lone Light King brandished his cleaver, swinging it down repeatedly, laughing wildly.

"Childhood dreams? They're like seaweed that's been rotting on the beach for three months—they stink! I've long since become a piece of trash! Dreams are worthless now!"

His face was contorted with a frenzied, twisted fighting spirit. "Die! Die! Die! You bastard!!!"

"If I kill you, everything will come back. If I become a god, everything in the world can be changed!"

He suddenly looked up and roared.

From the center, terrifying ripples spread in all directions.

On the ground, everyone stared blankly at the sky.

crazy
Prince Lonely Light has indeed gone mad.

Everyone turned pale, overwhelmed by the other party's almost manic killing intent, and felt suffocated by it.

"Gu Guang is a regional prince of ours. His strength is second only to the leaders of the three realms and the three hundred council members."

"Yes, if it weren't for his eccentric personality, a monster of his caliber would be fully qualified to be nominated for the board of directors."

The group continued to discuss it.

The dog-headed scientist sniffed.
"This thug who only knows how to fight is still as stubborn as ever. Even though he lost something precious, tears are welling up in his eyes, and he looks like he's about to cry, but he still says he doesn't care."

“That’s just how he is.” One scientist looked up and smiled knowingly.

"He's just a talkative, stubborn brute, but he's actually very fragile and sensitive inside."

"Haha, he looks so ugly when he cries. It's a shame he used to mock us for having no ambition."

All the scientists stared in disbelief at the battle in the sky, erecting massive protective shields around their laboratories to protect them from the fighting.

Only the dog-headed scientist sighed inwardly, watching the frenzied figure in the sky.

"This universe is too hopeless. Who has come this far without a bunch of messy things? Without a sad past?"

He silently lit a cigarette, a hint of weariness flashing in his eyes, and exhaled puffs of stale air.

"In this civilized era full of oppression and despair, it would be abnormal not to have mental illness."

puff!
He punched the god of merchants hard, but something important about him also disappeared.

Memories flashed by.

A tall, taciturn man, who looked like a melancholy recluse, was silently stacking building blocks in the room. "Gu Guang, what kind of person do you want to become?"

"I want to change this universe."

"Then help me perfect the Dao Spirit framework of the eighth realm."

"it is good"

The light dissipated.

Prince Guguang's movements did not stop at all despite losing his memory. He took a step forward, and his sword emitted an astonishing brilliance.

boom!
This time, the father disappeared.

A figure in his mind gradually faded away, and amidst the raging gunfire, a withered man shielded him with his body.

"Guguang, my child, you must grow up well."

Countless memories, countless dreams, countless milestones in life are being lost one by one.

One sword strike, and the sky and earth shattered.

dream?

what is that?
One punch, and the heavens and earth are turned upside down.

childhood?

Have I ever had that experience?

I don't remember walking home from school with my friends in the sunshine when I was a child.
With each move, with each attack, he lost a treasure.

Countless memories that were once incredibly important and deeply saddening to him have become a shield protecting him in battle.

"I never imagined that my ridiculous dream would one day serve as a shield for me against the enemy." A hint of madness and mockery flashed in his eyes.

"That's about enough. No one knows my body better than me; it's endured so much from you."

"Today, I will slaughter the gods in heaven!"

With a shout, Li took a step forward, unleashing a domineering power that could extinguish even the stars.

Every attack he made struck the very body he knew intimately.

Although each attack comes at a price, each one causes immense damage. If he's willing to sacrifice his treasures, even the god of thieves will be slain by this mortal.
The Lone King will become a mortal hero in future fairy tales, repeatedly robbed by the god of thieves, yet successfully slaying the god, and his story will be eternally etched in epic tales.

"If I use this move, my body will collapse."

A hint of weariness and heaviness flashed in his eyes. "I won."

boom!
The final blow landed.

But a scene that left Prince Komatsu dumbfounded slowly unfolded.

As he calculated, the god of merchants had indeed been defeated, but...
"Have you had enough?"

Despite being severely injured, the God of Merchants wore an expression of complete indifference. "Do you know that I am the richest being in the entire world of gods?"

After he finished speaking, countless gold coins flew out of the piggy banks.

"Money can make even ghosts and gods pay."

The gold coins from the piggy bank flew out of his body, which could heal his injuries. This is why the Pure Yang True Immortal was so resilient.

As long as he doesn't spend all the money in his piggy bank, he can use the money in the piggy bank to reverse his injuries and recover his body.

"This is."

"This is."

"impossible."

The scientists below were completely stunned.

The fact that the God of Merchants used his stored gold coins to recover completely unharmed was truly terrifying and beyond the imagination of everyone present.

(End of this chapter)