Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 442 Great Harvest, Unexpected Change
Almost instantly, an uncontrollable thought surfaced in everyone's mind:
The god of merchants, whose wealth rivals that of a nation.

Is it really possible to wipe out the wealth of this incredibly rich god?
"The answer is, of course, it can be done."

Those present were all researchers, analyzing the situation rationally, "but it would require mobilizing a large number of troops."

“Yes, every time we attack him, he steals something from us.” Someone said with a strange expression, “No wonder he calls himself the god of merchants, he has personality and makes money by being friendly.”

No one could even complain.

The god of merchants truly believes that harmony brings wealth.

Lacking fighting power, let's maintain peace.

Stealing something while it's convenient can bring in money.

Isn't this the essence of "harmony brings wealth"?

"It would probably take a massive, desperate attack by a large number of loyal followers to slowly deplete his wealth!"

The scientist with the dog-like head next to him shook his head. "No, the price isn't that high."

"As long as we successfully kill the God of Merchants, all the stolen treasures will be returned, and those guys who were turned into idiots by the theft will have a chance to recover, so it's like there was no loss."

But other scientists disagree with this view.

This is based on the premise of completely eliminating the god of merchants.

Although the opponent had no fighting ability, he was so thick-skinned that he couldn't be killed unless his entire fortune was emptied.
They might lose everything, and all the treasures taken by the other party could be lost forever.

"The current King of Lone Light is just such a gambler. He thought he could win it back, so he kept betting. And what happened? Now he's invested too much and is in a dilemma!"

Some people say, "That's why high-stakes gambling is a no-no."

Some people maliciously speculated: "In my opinion, this god of business is doing it on purpose; he may also be involved in this alternative casino business."

"How to say?"

"Look, isn't this a huge gamble? If I win, I can get all the wealth of this god of merchants, including my godhood."

"If you lose the bet, you'll throw away your entire family's savings. Isn't that tempting people to get deeper and deeper into trouble?"

As these people filled in the blanks with their imaginations, a terrifying scene from an ancient mythological era emerged.

The god of merchants roams the entire universe:
"Want my treasure? Want the richest treasure trove in the entire universe?"

"Want to gamble? Hit me and I'll explode with gold coins. I'll release chips every time you hit me. If you win, even my life, the God of Merchants, will be yours."

These scientists are wildly speculating.

It is said that every god has its own era of rise and a cycle of versions: the myth of God, the myth of fate, and the myth of chaos.
It's as if I'm witnessing a legendary era of ancient gambling:

The era of gambling myths.

Everyone's trying to play the Merchant God slot machine, hoping it will drop loot.

—Want my wealth? Want my treasure? I'm powerless to attack, so I'll just stand here and let you do whatever you want!

The god of business is truly willing to risk his life for money; even his own life is a commodity!
In the distance, amidst the battle between Liu Jun and the King of Lone Light, Liu Jun listened to the scientists' discussion and his expression immediately turned grim: "How dare these people slander my innocence for no reason?"

Before him was his first appearance as the god of commerce, and his reputation was already being damaged.

Liu Jun probably already guessed how outrageous his reputation as a businessman god would become.

But he couldn't refute it.

Because of the nature of this thief god's position, he was destined to be a despicable person.

At this moment.

"Did this guy recover from his injuries so easily?"

The King of Lone Light was completely dejected, just like those bankrupt middle-aged men who had fallen on hard times and ended up on the streets.

He has lost so much, which has left him feeling very listless and dispirited.

"Should we continue?"

The God of Merchants said calmly, "I am a god without offensive power, and I trade peacefully with people, but I always encounter thugs like you who bully me without fighting back."

Won't fight back?

The King of Lone Light laughed in anger.

The other party was being attacked and appeared to have made no counterattacks.

But he preferred to face God, Ma, and other powerful gods, who possessed immense fighting power.
Because he still has a chance to win against those gods!

But what about this guy?
Compared to other gods, the God of Merchants is the truly monstrous one in terms of mechanics.

He disregarded the strength of different realms.

His attack power is based on percentage-based damage.

His defensive capabilities can match the strength of his opponents.

His health bar can be replaced by his money; other fragile mages have mana shields that use mana to offset their health bars. This merchant, however, has a money shield.

It can be said that the strength of one's realm has little impact on this being.
No matter how strong you are, even if the leaders of the three realms came in person and could instantly kill him, it would only speed up the process of depleting his gold and health bars.

"His health bar is too long."

Having encountered another first-encounter kill and obtained this crucial information, the Lone Light King has completely decided to retreat.

He had realized that things were beyond saving.

He's willing to fight if there's a chance of winning, but it's foolish to fight if there's not even the slightest chance of winning.

"Escape!" The King of Lone Light acted decisively, quickly transforming into a streak of light and flying into the distance.

"They ran away?" Liu Jun was slightly surprised when he saw this.

This guy is indeed a ruthless and ambitious man.

They are ruthless when they are fighting, but silent when they are running away.

But
Can they escape? Liu Jun took a step and quickly caught up.

Prince Lonely Light ran ahead, feeling the oppressive presence of the figure, thinking, "I can still escape."

"He stole my Lone Light Dao Body, along with all the accompanying combat techniques, talents, moves, and footwork knowledge."

"However, he doesn't have the talent for that Dao body!"

Yes.

Just like cultivating the Flame Shackles requires an affinity for the talent of fire.

The environment of the universe has long since been altered.

Back then, anyone who practiced the ancient methods could do it; everyone had the physique.

With the dramatic changes in the environment, the physical constitution of the life forms living within it has also undergone significant changes.

In this new era, there are absolutely none, not even one in a billion, people with the "Old Days" physique cultivated in ancient times.

and so.

This is one of the reasons why even on the front lines, practitioners of ancient techniques are extremely scarce.

And the other party.
Under his deliberate protection, his ancient physical constitution was not stolen.

This was the last tactic he left behind!
"What's the use of taking away their physical body, talent, cultivation techniques, and other things?"

"Without the most crucial piece of the puzzle—the ancient physique—none of the various ancient things you stole can be utilized!"

Thoughts kept flashing through his mind.

"His solitary light body cannot be used efficiently. Even if he is stronger than me now, he cannot use the corresponding footwork to catch up."

"He can't catch me." The thought crossed his mind, but then he saw a scene that silenced him.

Behind.

The God of Merchants casually took out an artificial talent called "The Old Days" from his treasury and then equipped himself with it.

For an instant.

He possessed the physique cultivated using ancient methods.

The most crucial link was pieced together, and a feeling of exhilarating wholeness welled up inside me.

Liu Jun secretly complained to himself:

“It’s so simple.”

"It's outrageous to say that someone is cheating."

"Am I really that simple, just a practitioner of ancient methods?"

The "[Old Days]" equipment attribute was something he had received by chance when he opened a pawn shop.

At the time, he didn't know what this thing was for.

Now think about it.

It turns out that these ancient cultivators used ancient methods to cultivate their physiques.

Isn't this a coincidence?
It turns out that he already possessed the ancient constitution, but he had been careless and hadn't noticed it at all.

However, Liu Jun, who had regained his former physique, did not become too arrogant.

"Whether it's his Dao body or this physique, they are all equipment like divine essence, worn on his body."

"The eighth-order Shackled Dao Spirit Godhead and the eighth-order Ancient Dao Body Godhead are both of the same type."

"It's not the power I cultivated myself; it's more like wearing an exoskeleton."

Liu Jun's true form is still at the seventh level.

You still have to rely on your own down-to-earth practice.

However, this power was enough for him to protect himself.

With this in mind, Liu Jun quickly caught up with Prince Guguang.

The opponent was already very weak and had almost no ability to resist.

Steal! Steal! Steal!
She reached out and frantically touched his body several times.

The King of Lone Light's eyes began to become clear and dull, as if he had truly turned into a fool who only knew how to drool.

My intelligence has been stolen.

Even Liu Jun cursed inwardly that this ability was abnormal.

"It's time to finish."

Liu Jun remained completely calm.

This trip allowed us to explore the front lines and yielded tremendous results.

But just then, a gap suddenly appeared in the sky.

From among the countless twisted and violent crevices, a battered man fell out.

But he swayed, and his injuries slowly healed.

This is an extremely quiet, introverted guy who looks a little nervous.

His somewhat tense fingers couldn't help but fidget with the Rubik's Cube made up of countless shackles in his hand, as if he was trying to relieve his tension in this way.

His voice was gentle, even sounding a bit introverted and shy, and he said very politely:

“God, I’m sorry for causing you trouble. Could you please return everything that was rightfully his? Prince Lone Light is a very, very pitiful person.”

(End of this chapter)