Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 483 Strange Divine Objects
After reading it, Liu Jun's gaze fell on the name of this divine object.

【Myriad Source Spirit Seed】: Plant a seed and harvest a batch of fruits.

"Is it a farming-themed series?"

"It seems they treat life like a rice paddy, planting it in it."

"It seems that hybridization and mutation are also possible, allowing the cultivation of new mutated Dao bodies using different seeds."

Liu Jun could tell at a glance that this series was profound and extensive.

It seems that the laws and order of this universe are becoming more and more perfect!

His gaze involuntarily drifted to the second mushroom.

This is a brand new series.

It looks like a mushroom shaped like an old-fashioned dial telephone?
"What is this? A new divine artifact?"

Liu Jun couldn't quite understand the meaning of this magical telephone.

Is the function of this magical object to make phone calls?

【Cause and Effect Telephone】: The cause is on one end, and the effect is on the other.

Introduction:

Going to work, working, getting off work, picking up the kids from school.

“I don’t want a father like you. When you pick me up from school, my classmates laugh at me.”

Going to work, working, coming home, being humiliated by his wife.

"Can't you be a little more ambitious? You only earn so little money, how are you going to support me?"

Go to work, work, get off work, go to the hospital to pay bills.

"I'm sorry, your father needs a considerable amount of money for treatment."

What is the purpose of life?
Poverty, exhaustion, and sleepless nights.

Numbly going to work, leaving get off work, and going drinking.

"Sigh, look, this is what happens when you're useless."

"But he works three jobs a day."

"How can this be considered 'improving'? Does he even have money?"

"Your child got into a fight. Come to the school."

"Hey, don't work overtime. I was driving past the hotel today and I saw your wife with a man."

So why am I so poor? Is it because my efforts haven't paid off?
One late night, drunk, I passed by a phone booth and suddenly heard a voice in my ear:
"This is a wishing phone booth."

"Congratulations, esteemed customer, you have been granted a testing slot and can experience our latest product from the Divine Realm."

"Here, you can make a wish and get what you want."

I made the call almost without thinking.

A voice came from the other end of the phone:
[Operator 97513, at your service. What would you like to receive?]

"I want money, lots of money."

Hmm, let me see. Our recent business has moved on to the button series.

If you were given a button, and every time you pressed it, a nobody would die, you would receive a million dollars in cash. Would you be willing to do that?

"I am willing."

A red button appeared before my eyes.

Press!

A flash of red light.

Stacks of banknotes fell into my hand.

Press!

The banknotes are falling!

Press.

The banknotes are falling!

I became rich, and my father's illness was cured.

I drove my luxury car to school, and my child was all smiles every day.

I hired the best lawyer to handle my divorce case, and my wife left with nothing.

I married a new wife.

I arranged for my father to marry a new wife.

I bought a big villa, and I invested in a company.

Press!

Press!

Press!

I became increasingly arrogant and overbearing.

No longer afraid of death, I even pressed the button ten million times in a single day, using a machine, just to test if it was real.

I listened to the news nervously.

But today, there are no reports of millions of deaths in the news.

"Hahaha, it's fake, it's fake! There were no dead people at all."

"I can be more carefree now, I want to become a real millionaire!"

Press, press, press! Even though money is just a number now, I still like pressing the button!

When the seventeen millionth button was pressed, a beam of light suddenly tore through the sky.

A spaceship landed on our planet.

Everyone was terrified, and the whole planet was in an uproar.

An extremely angry green-skinned alien finally arrived, picked me up, and angrily asked me:

"It was you, the number one assassin of the Willy Starfield, hailed as the strongest killer of the younger generation, who wiped out everyone on our planet?"

"They even killed my king, our strongest war god, my parents."

The alien was furious.

I knelt down, trembling: "I don't understand, I don't understand, I just pressed a button."

The alien angrily retorted, "Yes, you knew perfectly well that button would kill, so why did you press it?"

I can't speak.

The alien said, "Do you think pressing the button is free? They are using you as a tool to kill. Every time you press it, you create a cause and effect, and what you are consuming is your own causal power!" "With your enormous causal power, you should have been one of the top powerhouses in this ninth universe, far surpassing our entire civilization, but you were tricked by the most notorious telephone fraud company in the universe into exhausting your causal power to kill our civilization."

The other party cursed viciously:
"You think you've become rich, but you don't know you've been swindled out of all your money."

"You've exhausted your karma, you're no longer qualified to rise. You're just a mortal now, even a piece of trash like me can kill you."

I tried to struggle, but the alien reached out and squeezed me, instantly killing me.

When I opened my eyes again, I found myself in a mysterious space.

I could hear two people talking nearby.

"You did a great job this time, operator 97513. You tricked an S-level talent who was destined to influence the entire starry sky and squeezed him dry. You are likely to be rated as the annual gold medal telephone salesman."

"Thank you, sir. I will definitely try my best to make calls and use exquisite rhetoric to induce these geniuses to use their vast karma to work for us and continue to sell our services!"

After the top salesperson left, the business manager looked at me:

Do you know what innate wealth is?

"Were you born into a wealthy family? Were you born with exceptional talent? A healthy body? Powerful abilities?"

"No, no, no, none of these are true wealth. These are not yours to begin with."

"A wealthy family can only determine your birth; your family can become poor."

"Even a healthy body can become disabled or suffer from diseases due to various accidents."

“Great talent, if it cannot be realized, is nothing more than a genius dying young.”

“True innate wealth comes from having a great karmic foundation. The natives of lower-level planets are born with a karmic value of 5, while you were born with a karmic value of 98654 trillion.”

"You are destined to rise to prominence. After the death of your parents and the betrayal of your wife, you will have an epiphany in your grief and become a genius who will rule this star field."

"But now, before you've even risen to power, your causal value has already been completely depleted."

“You were used by us as an assassin. The people you killed consumed your karma, so the other party will naturally find you as the culprit.”

At this point, I gradually realized that I had been deceived by an unprecedented mythical civilization.

These telemarketers lured me in with promises of high salaries, benefits, and various services, draining me of all my wealth and then tricking me into taking the blame when they did bad things.

"So, I've become a professional debtor?"

I remained silent. If I hadn't been scammed, I should have been a super-rich man.
The sales manager said, "Right now, you're heavily in debt. Working for me is your last chance to survive."

After saying that, the other party tossed a report at him and said, "This is your first job. Pick up your phone and get to work."

"Trick this person on the list into becoming our assassin."

"Although he is weak, he is destined to be strong. Use his karma to kill, trick him into becoming our next number one assassin, and get assassination jobs for us."

"I do not!"

I no longer want to continue down this path of depravity.

But if I don't make calls to expand business, I'll get electric shocks, be punched and kicked, and put in a water dungeon.

I couldn't hold back any longer, so I picked up the documents and made the call.

Operator 97544 is at your service.

[Is this Mr. Ye Fan? Your Qi Sea has been destroyed, and your entire family has been killed. We're having an event here, and you've been selected as a lucky customer. A grand prize awaits you.]

Yes, yes, a high-paying job.

After hanging up the phone, I gasped for breath.

In this world, people are born with inherent wealth!

And I have nothing left.

Now, I've joined the ranks of telecom fraudsters, deceiving geniuses, taking the blame for us, and shirking responsibility for our actions.

After taking a deep breath, I picked up the phone book again and continued looking at the data on each living being.

"This won't do, he's a piece of trash with a natural causality value of 5."

"This one is so-so, a waste with a natural causality value of 136."

Liu Jun's lips twitched slightly.

The ingredients I've been using for making soup lately seem a bit off, don't they?

How filthy is this universe? How did even divine beings end up producing these monstrous things?

It was theft before.

It's a lie now.

Have these all-powerful tools for telecom fraud appeared?
Liu Jun stared at the telephone-shaped mushroom and fell silent.

"Sure enough, although this method of simmering soup is fast, it makes it spoil easily."

"Think about the kind and simple world I live in, like the mushroom soup I make, and how pure and simple the mushrooms I cook are?"

"They came here hoping to cook soup at an incredible speed, but ended up growing crookedly."

The people in these universes are not pure at all; they are all swindlers, cheaters, and thieves.

But then I thought about it again, and it does seem a bit unusual.

"This divine object has actually introduced a new concept: cause and effect?"

There have been similar divine objects before, introducing new concepts such as death and parallelism.
The 9999 Laws that Liu Jun cultivates also contain threads of cause and effect, but they are extremely useless and relatively insignificant, far less powerful than described here.

He thought about it for a moment.

Cause and effect seem to be an innate form of wealth.

There are always poor people and rich people.

Those who bear great karmic burdens are highly likely to rise to become powerful figures in their own right.

But this telemarketer seems to be deliberately taking advantage of the other party's lack of success, using extremely low-quality resources to swindle them out of their huge fortunes.

"interesting."

"This company is a bit despicable."

Liu Jun believes that this new series has great potential.

Although it seems that every single item in the Divine Item series has great potential.

Without giving it much thought, he looked at the next divine object.

His pupils contracted slightly; it was actually a divine artifact.

A mushroom-shaped object holds a snowflake bomb, looking ready to sacrifice itself.

"The Way of Heaven"

Liu Jun couldn't help but murmur aloud.

【The Primordial Chaos Opens the Heavens】: With lofty aspirations and sacrifices, we dared to call for the creation of a new heaven from chaos.

(End of this chapter)