Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 458 Reincarnation of the Grim Reaper
You stand on the bridge admiring the scenery, while someone in a building admires you.

God orchestrated a scheme, having the goddess of fate nurture a protagonist who then lured out Magalas' true form.
After all, how could Magalas tolerate being beaten and humiliated like this by a young man who had risen to prominence in just a few years?

But wasn't Magalas also setting a trap to lure out the true form of God?

after all.

As long as neither side is willing to reveal their true form, neither can kill the other.

They both need an opportunity, an opportunity to completely kill each other!

Only the Obsidian Emperor witnessed this scene. "Hmph, just in time! Watch me slaughter you all!"

No sooner had he finished speaking than the Obsidian Emperor waved his hand, and a large number of gem armies appeared in the starry sky.

In an instant, the three sides faced off, each lying in ambush.

"You think you're qualified to sit at the poker table if you summon an army?"

Magalas didn't even glance at Obsidian. "You're just a mortal we used as an excuse to meet. Don't take yourself too seriously."

One clone of myself is indeed no match for the opponent.

But how powerful is his true form?
Time, evolution, propagation, parallelism—all these forces work together to create this effect.

"I no longer know how strong I am."

"The Land of Gems is merely nourishment for me."

Magalas has a gem embedded between his eyebrows, clearly indicating that he has adopted a new gem system that combines ancient techniques with divine power.

“Do you think I really want to use you against God? I raised you up.”

"Stop dreaming."

Magalas's words caused the faces of the Obsidian Gem Clan members to stiffen instantly, leaving them feeling humiliated.

"Quantity can't beat God."

Magalas's voice was cold and extremely steady, "Cultivating you is simply because I witnessed the incredible artistry of nature, which is faster than the speed at which I can establish a laboratory and perfect a system."

"Your existence is essentially that of experimental subjects, tools I use to repair the foundation and improve the basic values."

In the Land of Gems, as eras continued to erupt and improve, Magalas never expected them to confront God.

He needs the other party as an eighth-order material to deduce and complete the foundation.

Magalas looked at the obsidian and said, "God, you want to meet me too, don't you?"

"Why do you say that?"

God is depicted with his arms crossed over his chest, high in the heavens.

"You guessed that I used the Land of the Lustrous only to improve the basic stats, so you brought out Obsidian as the protagonist of destiny."

"As the protagonist, he accelerated the improvement of the Gem God system and provided us with the basic numerical completion."

In Magalas's eyes, the significance of Obsidian, such a stunning protagonist, is nothing more than making up for deficiencies.

Now, everyone's shortcomings have been addressed.

That's why they chose to meet.

God chuckled softly, "You're half right. I created Obsidian, the protagonist of this era's wave, precisely so that he could defeat you."

"Him? He defeated me?"

A hint of disdain flashed across Magalas's face. "A mortal? I admit he has good aptitude."

"Given the sheer size of the universe, every era produces similar mortal geniuses. Throughout history, countless extraordinary mortals have emerged. What makes him so special?"

God took a few steps back, looking like he was watching from the sidelines. "You underestimate Obsidian. You can try him out."

"Oh?"

After a moment of silence, although he felt offended, Magalas knew that God, by nature, would not lie.

Does this mortal boy named Obsidian really have the ability to deal with me?
next to.

Among the parallel armies that followed Magalas, a general said, "Sir, should we take care of him for you?"

This obsidian, though powerful.

Although he boasted that he possessed the combat power of three leaders comparable to those of the mother civilization, it was just boasting.

In theory, the basic stats are similar, but combat is not just about stat differences. Various supporting systems, techniques, combat styles, racial weaknesses, and combat endurance all have many problems with the opponent.

The numbers seem sufficient, but the foundation of this emerging civilization is far from adequate; it's just an inflated combat power.

The reality is harsh: their army is enough to wipe out the new protagonists of this era.

"You don't need to lift a finger."

Magalas waved his hand, "God says he can do it, so I'll see how good he is."

"You can deal with the army under Obsidian's command."

Having said that, the parallel armies under his command could no longer hold back and began to rush towards the elite troops under Obsidian's command.

The troops under Obsidian's command are all top-notch.

The war breaks out!

Boom boom boom.

The sea of ​​stars is in complete chaos.

For a time, the Obsidian Gem army gained the upper hand, driving the Parallel Army into a series of defeats and causing countless casualties.

The reason is quite obvious.

1. These troops are not of one mind; they are disorganized soldiers. Magalas recruited them without any military training, so they are naturally inferior to the Gem Legion's formation. Scattered, they are like stars in the sky; when they are gathered, they are a pile of dung. Fighting together would only be a hindrance.

2. These so-called strongmen are largely unreliable; the real masters are still observing and have not yet joined Magalas in his war against God.

3. The reason they are so crazy, even too lazy to train their troops, is because they are not afraid of death.

"Hahaha! I killed them! This is the army of gods? Too weak!?"

A Black Obsidian soldier, covered in blood, shouted with joy. But the next second, something terrifying happened.

On the other side of the parallel gate, the powerful figure he had just killed transformed into a quantum-state clone and re-descended to this side.

Wow!
This energy clone quickly absorbed its own corpse and restored its physical form.

"Hahaha, not bad! As expected of a concept god, this is outrageous! We've come back to life like this? I'm an undead army!"

"Hey kid over there, you think you can kill me just because I sent out a parallel clone? I won't defend myself, let me have some fun!"

The expressions on everyone's faces gradually stiffened.

This is the power of the Parallel God, constantly projecting new parallel clones.

An alternative kind of immortal.

In an instant, all the soldiers collapsed.

"Ahhh! How is that possible? Is God that exaggerated?"

"This is God!"

"Help, I'm willing to surrender."

They grew rapidly and considered themselves invincible in combat, but when they truly witnessed the power of the gods, their worldview collapsed in an instant.

What an absurd mechanism!

Just as the morale of the entire Obsidian army collapsed, Magalas spoke:

"Don't worry, after I deal with you rebels and kill God, I will continue to nurture the gem civilizations that have already submitted to me."

"Your entire clan will not be wiped out; only you traitors will be exterminated."

Magalas walked over step by step, looking relaxed.

He dared to come in person, so he must have enough confidence.

He is now a god with multiple powers and various characteristics that make him difficult to kill; his ability to rewind time alone is incredibly troublesome.

Who can kill him?

He was confident in his own survival skills, which were no less than those of God.

So here he is!

He is proud; having perfected all the fundamental stats, he is the pinnacle of destiny.
He longed to fight God.

Watching Obsidian retreat step by step, its worldview seemingly collapsing, Magalas felt a pang of pity. "Young man, admit defeat."

As if driven to the brink of despair, Obsidian suddenly charged forward like a madman, fighting desperately.

But his desperate efforts were completely pointless!

Magalas, now adorned with the new version of the Gem Godhood, is an eighth-tier warrior with combat power comparable to the Ancient Laws.
At the same level, he seemed like a clown in front of his opponent.

At that moment, everyone witnessed a scene of utter despair.

Hei Yao, the strongest mortal protagonist of the era, is nothing in front of the high and mighty gods!

Bang!
Obsidian flew backward.

boom!
Hei Yao coughed up a mouthful of blood.

wow-

Obsidian vanished instantly.

In just three moves, to everyone's astonishment, their powerful monarch, blessed with destiny, died right before their eyes.

"It's over."

"He died just like that."

"Our king, who clearly had a broad mind and grand dreams, how could he die as easily as a roadside soldier?"

But just when the Gem Clan was in despair, an unexpected change occurred.

Obsidian suddenly came to life, its entire body radiating an astonishing aura of divine power.

That is death.

Magalas finally became more serious. "So that's how it is. Obsidian was the reincarnation of Morshock."

Obsidian slowly stood up. "God, I can see that you do value me."

"Not only fate, but even death has descended with you, coming to the mortal realm to punish me?"

Obsidian just died, but he's not really dead.

Because he is the Grim Reaper.

He controls death, so how could he die?
The concept of death simply does not exist for the Grim Reaper.

“The Undying God.” Magalas’s lips curled into a slight smile. “I see. Well, that can serve as an appetizer.”

Obsidian finally awakened its memories of its past life as the Grim Reaper. Its past and present lives merged, and it looked upon its clansmen and the local army.

"Do those parallel armies, relying on their immortality, really have such an arrogant attitude?"

He quietly took out a book and charged into the enemy ranks, declaring, "Before me, everything will die."

The killing begins.

Large numbers of parallel troops were massacred.

And strangely enough, following the parallel causal lines, a deadly line silently drifted across the parallel world and connected to people's physical bodies.

The Book of Death contained the names of numerous powerful figures.

Magalas finally changed his expression slightly, "So that's how it is. You, who control death, are the one who restrains my parallel undead legion."

"If you kill me, even if it's across a parallel universe, my original body will still die."

(End of this chapter)