Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 459 New Divine Artifact: One of Three Options
Why was Magalas so awesome?

Because his parallel army can continuously project new clones to descend.

They are not afraid of death; they are an immortal army!
Magalas used this very trait to lure powerful individuals from the 1-10 Trial Universes into becoming his mercenaries, fighting for him everywhere.

This is the charm of the parallel gods.

But now.
"Help!"

"He's gone mad, how could he die, how could he die?"

"Run!"

On the battlefield, the powerful warriors who had slaughtered the Gemstone Clan finally showed fear, their morale collapsed, and they scattered and fled.

But someone immediately shouted, "Gentlemen, cheer up! Although the enemy has removed our immortality, we are still powerful!"

Someone shouted, "Don't run! He's a god! Isn't this an opportunity? If we join forces and kill him, we can take over everything!"

As these voices faded, some of the bolder, stronger individuals indeed stopped running and revealed a eager-to-try attitude.

The temptation to slay a god is too great!

Someone's eyes gleamed with greed: "Gentlemen, he's only at the tenth level of the eighth-tier gem realm, about the same level as us."

At the same level, besieging a deity is not impossible!
These people were indeed quite capable; with this mindset, they quickly assembled into a massive, menacing formation and launched a pincer attack.

"Heh." Obsidian showed no fear upon seeing this. "So, you weren't incapable of military formations before, but rather too lazy to use them against my Obsidian army?"

In an instant.

A massive army is attacking.

A series of astonishing energy cannons were fired simultaneously from all eight directions, and the blinding light suddenly covered the entire area.

In the distance, Magalas looked at Obsidian and said, "An attack of this strength is enough to kill most eighth-tier powerhouses. Even the God of Merchants would be killed countless times."

"Without special immortality, 99% of gods would die from this attack when surrounded by tens of thousands of powerful opponents of the same level."

But Magalas understood.

The God of Merchants can revive in seconds, but the Grim Reaper can never die.

as predicted.

After the endless light dissipated, people could only see Obsidian standing unharmed in the same spot.

"What?!?"

"Let's join forces again and unleash a wave of energy!"

A second attack came together.

But to no avail.

"Let's join forces again!"

boom!
"I don't believe in superstitions anymore! How can there be such an outrageous god that can't be killed?"

"kill!"

"Go to hell!"

the fourth time.

People finally panicked, and the ambition to kill the god was quickly thwarted.

Furthermore, Heiyao was like a tiger among sheep; fearless of death, he slaughtered them, leaving them in disarray and screaming in agony.

Even the distant Tenth Universe entity is crumbling one by one.

In the capital city, at the War Square.

One by one, the powerful figures sat cross-legged, projecting their consciousness into the front-line universe.

But the next second, they screamed and shattered one by one, their bodies turning into ashes.

"This, this, this!?"

Just as everyone was showing signs of fear, Mingtushan suddenly laughed, "I knew it, any seemingly invincible ability can be countered."

“It’s a good thing we didn’t go.” The confidant beside him said with lingering fear, “Those people thought that it was just a parallel avatar descending and that they were completely safe and could participate in the war of the gods. Now they probably regret it very much.”

"The war of the gods is extremely dangerous; they are too arrogant."

Mingtushan said calmly, "However, we'll most likely be fine even if we go, because according to my guess, the Grim Reaper only has the characteristic of killing."

"He must kill the opponent's true form by the deadline and successfully defeat the opponent in order to kill the opponent."

"If we were in the past, the so-called Grim Reaper could not defeat us, and naturally could not kill us."

Everyone suddenly understood.

This feature seems powerful, but it has many limitations.

The main purpose is to restrain those gods who remotely control clones and hide their true forms.

For example, the parallel gods.

"My lord, how should we kill this Grim Reaper?" someone asked.

"As it stands, Death cannot kill us."

Mingtushan said, "But if something cannot be killed, then seal it, gradually drain its power, and seize its divine position."

"Given Ma's intelligence, he probably guessed the various characteristics of Death, just like I did."

The corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

Mingtushan is a true combat genius, the strongest in the world.

He couldn't fight before, but the current battle is in his area of ​​expertise, so he can quickly analyze the situation.

As he had guessed, Death only possessed two types of death artifacts, low and medium, which were not considered very powerful.

It's just a way to restrain Magalas's abilities.

However, a hint of doubt flashed through his mind as a result:
"No! God said that obsidian can defeat Ma."

"If Death is at his current level, I don't believe he can defeat this super monster with multiple divine powers. He is the god-slaying hero who created Ragnarok."

Just as Mingtushan was looking completely bewildered, his expression suddenly stiffened, revealing a hint of barely suppressed excitement.

"That is."

Then, a scene he would never forget unfolded.

A colossal, majestic figure appeared in the sky, slowly surveying all existence; it was none other than the legendary creator god.

Mingtushan immediately roared, "Quickly, let's join the army and use our parallel clones to travel to that world!"

The swordsman beside him hesitated and said, "But didn't you say we should take our time to plan?"

"Do not."

"At this delicate and crucial moment, the Creator God descended and bestowed new divine objects."

"If I'm not wrong."

Mingtushan's expression immediately turned serious, and he stared intently at God in the image of the real universe.

"God, he calculated the approximate time long ago. I'm afraid the divine object that will descend this time is a death object."

"If we obtain the new death, then Death might be qualified to clash with the other party."

This scene is happening in various places.

"To the front lines! A divine artifact has descended! What a golden age! It's truly a golden age!" The three leaders of the Mother Civilization, and even other civilizations, quickly entered that land through Magalas's parallel conscription order.

The powerful figures who had initially fled for fear of being killed actually rushed back at an even faster speed.

"Creator God"

Almost everyone looked up at the sky, as if the source of all things stood in the highest void, causing a greedy glint to flash in everyone's eyes.

"Is this the origin of the gods?"

Liu Jun had indeed calculated the timing perfectly.

Nowadays, everyone has figured out the patterns of mushroom soup.

If you roughly know which ingredients are most abundant in a soup, you can roughly predict what kind of magical ingredients will appear.

Now, so many people have died here, so many people have been killed, and now death itself is on its way.
This time, with a choice of three, it's almost certain that the item will be a Death God artifact.

Furthermore, Liu Jun also wanted to take advantage of this opportunity to choose one of three divine objects to lure out those from the mother civilization, and even other monsters and Magalas on the front lines.

Create a super grand stage for them to make their dazzling debut, and let them fight fiercely and infighting for the divine artifact. After all, there are too many rats lurking in the shadows, and if we don't clean them out in large numbers, something unexpected might really happen.

"The Grim Reaper is considered the counter to the parallel gods."

"I'll temporarily buff him and unlock a new Death Artifact to see if he can pull it off."

Liu Jun looked in front of him.

Mushroom number one, exuding an aura of death, is painting a bizarre and terrifying graffiti.

[Death Forecast]: Fated death, there is no other way.

Introduction:

In the hospital.

"Doctor, what's wrong with my mother?"

"My child, your mother!"

"Mommy, Mommy, don't die!"

My mother lay in the hospital bed, holding my hand in anguish. "I'm so sorry," she said. "I didn't want to die so young. What would you do if I died?"

The hospital was filled with cries and screams.

After spending several days in the hospital, my mother became increasingly weak.

I lay on the hospital bed, devastated, crying countless times while holding my mother. As I cried, I suddenly saw the entire hospital undergoing a dramatic change, and every passerby, every patient's family member, began to have a label above their head.

Death from overwork, death from sudden stroke, death from kidney removal, suicide.
I cautiously followed the distraught old woman who had committed suicide to the rooftop, and watched helplessly as she jumped.

I was so startled that I quickly changed the numbers, replacing "suicide" with "died of old age."

Bang!
A heavy sound was heard falling downstairs at the hospital.

"Someone jumped off the building!" people screamed in horror.

But what happened next was even more terrifying.

The old woman fell from the sixth floor and only broke one leg.

Everyone exclaimed that it was a miracle.

The next day, news came that the old woman had committed suicide. She had hanged herself, but the rope broke, and she also broke her leg.

The old woman began to commit suicide by taking poison.

The astonishing news came out: "This old man possesses some mysterious quality that makes him immune to this potent pesticide; he only suffered a perforated stomach."

In just three days, the elderly man attempted suicide seven or eight times, and each time a miracle occurred, making him a trending topic online.

"The only way to die is by dying on your own head!" I understood everything and returned to my room.

Seeing a bright label above my mother's head: "[Died of Cancer]", I changed it to "[Died of Old Age]".

In this way, my mother would definitely not die of cancer.

"Incredible! Your mother's cancer cells are disappearing rapidly!"

"Your mother, like that old woman, possesses a peculiar constitution! Could our hospital be some kind of auspicious place?"

I'm scared.

I'm afraid that other people will focus their attention on my mother, and I'm even more afraid that they will discover my special abilities.

But clearly, these doctors believed it was just a coincidence.

Compared to rare cases of cancer cell cures, the elderly woman who miraculously survived multiple times is more worthy of study.

This relieved me, and I took my mother home to begin a new and peaceful life.

However, just half a month later.

"I'm sorry, your mother has a rare form of progeria. Her face, skin, and organs already resemble those of a seventy or eighty-year-old."

I looked at the words "died of old age" written above my mother's head and fell silent.

I started making changes like crazy.

"Dying of old age" has become "dying of laughter."

My mother, who never smiled, inexplicably started to laugh.

I was terrified.

The withered, prematurely aging body, with its constant, chilling giggles, is incredibly unsettling.

Doctor: "Your mother is truly rare. She not only has progeria, but also laugh disorder caused by stress."

[Laughing to death] became [Fat to death]

As her organs aged, the mother not only started to laugh more, but also began to eat more, and her body gradually swelled up like a balloon.

Doctor: "Incredible! Your mother is a miracle. She has obesity. I don't know how she could have survived to this day with so many illnesses!"

I've come up with a new idea.

Change "die from being fat" to "die from being skinny".

My mother's obesity began to turn into a rapid, drastic weight loss, and she developed anorexia.

But when I saw this horrifying scene, I was incredibly excited, and a sickly smile spread across my face: "Good, great! If this continues, Mother can live forever!"

Yes.

He has fully discovered his special abilities.

The other party can only die in the way they have chosen.

This greatly increases the risk of death in this manner, while the risk of other forms of death is zero.

To use the current state of being "emaciated" as an analogy:
The probability of dying from being underweight increases by 1000000%, while the mortality rate for other causes is 0%.

"Mothers will only die of starvation."

"Even if he has cancer, progeria, laughing disease, and all sorts of other weird illnesses, she will only die of emaciation."

"As for me, all I need to do is switch between dying from being fat and dying from being thin. When I'm about to die from being fat, I should switch to dying from being thin, and when I'm about to die from being thin, I should switch to dying from being fat."

By repeatedly jumping back and forth by increasing and decreasing fat, he will hit a bug and create a true perpetual motion machine.

His mother will achieve a different kind of immortality!

They can never reach the other side of death.

Doctor: "What's going on here? Your mother is incredible. Her body is a mess, with contradictory pathological features. She should have died from various diseases long ago, but some strange force is keeping her from dying."

"It's like, it's like, Death chose to make him die only in a certain way."

But the next second, the doctor walked out of the door and was met by a large truck.

boom!
Flesh and blood splattered.

The probability of dying in a car accident increases by 1000000%, while the mortality rate for other causes is 0%.

"Sorry, you know too much."

I carried my mother on my back and left the city.

Six months later, Yong Sheng's mother became increasingly strange.

Through repeated shifts between the forms of "dying from being fat" and "dying from being thin," she gradually transformed into an aberrant species.

His hands and feet were as thin and withered as a refugee's.

A huge, bloated stomach, a fat head with a double chin, and so much fat that it almost completely covered his face, squeezing his eyes shut.

I consulted many doctors, but none of them could explain this bizarre miracle of life.

Doctor: "I'm sorry, but is that lump of flesh on the bed really alive? It's so bizarre. Her pores are oozing oil, and oil droplets have overflowed all over her body, like a toad's skin. She's so fat, it's unbelievable."

"But his hands and feet were terribly thin; he was both thin and fat."

To maintain secrecy, they all died in various accidents.

"Mother, Mother"

"This can't go on. If it continues like this, you'll definitely die."

"I have to think of another way, another way."

My eyes were filled with madness.

He looked at the death label, and a bold idea popped into his head.

[Immortal]

But his instincts told him that if he made such a modification, something horrifying would emerge.

But there was no time to worry about that anymore.

I picked up my mother, who weighed over 700 pounds and was almost obese, from the hospital bed. Her arms and legs were almost withered and extremely thin.

"Mother, you won't die."

Revise.

[Immortal]

The mother's expression exuded an eerie and chilling aura.

They transcend birth and death, and are no longer subject to reincarnation.

Her eyes glowed with a ghostly green light as she pounced on me and bit my neck.

Gradually, a label appeared on my head as well.

[Immortal]

Ten years later, all life on the planet staggers through the streets, with the label "Immortal" hanging above their heads.

A thousand years later.

An interstellar spaceship arrives and discovers this bizarre, zombie-infested planet.

They brought these lives back to their own civilization for research, but this led to them getting bitten out of control, and the "immortality" spread throughout this interstellar civilization.

Ten thousand years later.

The entire universe is [immortal].

But the universe became lifeless and silent, as if it were dead.

At this moment, immortality and death reached a delicate balance.

It is my destined death; there is no other way.

"Only destined to die? Immune to all other forms of death?"

After reading this disturbing and morbid short story about family relationships, Liu Jun stroked his chin.
"This power is a bit too much."

"If Magalas doesn't have intelligence, he'll probably get killed on his first meeting."

A slight smile appeared on Liu Jun's lips.

Clearly, he was quite satisfied with this power of death.

(End of this chapter)