Bronze door through time and space

Chapter 890 The Lush Green Primarch
The four evil gods are the embodiment of the Roots of the Warp, so trying to enter the physical universe is like trying to get a program to run properly on two completely different systems. Even if the other system has a vulnerability, it is not an easy task.

Unlike the Deceptive Goddess, as an outsider, even though she is bound by the authority of the subspace, she cannot be forcibly restricted. In fact, as long as she does not care about the loss of authority and shares, she can enter the real universe in her true form at any time.

However, the consequence was that the balance of Yin and Yang was completely broken, plunging the entire universe into chaos. Therefore, even after discovering two Primarchs related to itself, it did not interfere much.

However, there is one thing that is not subject to this restriction: the system.

For the original body or the Ghost Goddess, the system was no longer of any use, but for the new account that hadn't even left the beginner village, it could be a lifesaver. However, the Emperor was too cautious. Just as the Ghost Goddess had predicted, he split the pearl in two, causing both original bodies to not only have memory problems, but also incomplete systems.

For example, the original body belonging to the Yang attribute of the pearl knew that he was a transmigrator from a peaceful and safe country, but he also knew that he was not ordinary, not referring to the system, but because he had forgotten.

The fragmented memories caused him great distress as an infant, but the most important thing now was to fill his stomach.

He was surprised to find food right beside him when he climbed out of the incubation pod, as the pod had landed in a large mushroom forest.

Although it was unknown whether it was poisonous, it was too much to ask a baby to make such a choice, so he grabbed the nearest mushroom and took a bite. Then a muffled scream came from the ground, as if someone had been covered with three layers of burlap sacks and then stabbed in the buttocks.

However, his attention was first drawn to the system that had been activated in his mind, and by the time he realized something was wrong, he was already surrounded by a group of green goblins.

"What is this?!"

"Why isn't it green?"

"Are the mushrooms spoiled?"

"It looks delicious."

"Bad mushroom, eat it."

The goblins with sharp teeth and claws gathered together, drooling as they talked, and raised their rusty, iron-like knives.

Although he didn't know how he could understand the other person's babbling, he knew he was about to die.

The threat of death gripped his heart like a cold, large hand, but the will to survive ignited his blood like a raging fire, making his heart beat violently and causing him to grow larger and greener. Even though he was still an infant, he bulged out a body full of muscles and became extremely aggressive, with his eyes turning green.

With a roar, he tore several goblins apart with his bare hands, then chased after the rest, experiencing a kind of joyful beating of a kindergarten.

It must be said that the Primarch's genes were truly extraordinary, capable of withstanding such drastic changes and adapting rapidly, making him faster, stronger, and bigger.

The goblin's pleading for mercy stopped the panting man from venting his seemingly endless rage, and he began to think rationally about the problem.

These things aren't goblins; they call themselves fart spirits.

What a terrible name! It doesn't even sound as good as "goblin," he thought disdainfully.
Because he was bigger, stronger, more powerful, and greener, these farts automatically surrounded him as his underlings, offering him their treasured delicacies: roasted mushrooms and some kind of meat.

Hungry, he devoured the food. His enhanced Primal Genes, combined with his miraculous transformation, allowed him to digest the food with incredible efficiency and convert it into nutrients for growth. His previously underdeveloped muscles became fuller.

Because there was food and he had his underlings, he stayed in the mushroom forest. It was at this time that he learned that the fart spirit grew out of this mushroom forest.
This is even stranger. What exactly is a fart spirit?
Although he couldn't figure it out, he still enjoyed the offerings from these little devils without a care in the world. He didn't have to lift a finger to eat or drink, and he could occasionally rummage through the things these restless little guys had picked up from who-knows-where.

It was from these things that he realized this was not a magical world, but a world with highly advanced technology.

Upon opening the system, only one of the original seven character images was lit up. It was a large figure called the Hulk, who was also the reason why he was able to easily turn the tables before.

The Hulk's stats have been slowly increasing, clearly indicating that he is far from reaching his limit.

Contrary to the imagined mindless violence, the character template also provides him with extensive knowledge and a clever mind, enabling him to understand some of the things the fart-monger picked up.

It was precisely because he could understand that he unlocked the second character template, an armored man named Iron Man. The Hulk template's improvement was limited by his current infant form; even though his growth rate was already very fast, it wasn't a leap forward.

The upgrades to the Iron Man template were different. The more high-tech things he came into contact with, the faster he improved. In particular, when he made his own modifications, he even surpassed the first template.

Unfortunately, there wasn't much technologically advanced stuff nearby. Even with a constant stream of inspiration, there was no room to put it into practice. Bored, he directed these seemingly stupid but surprisingly capable little devils to start climbing the technology tree, beginning with iron smelting and forging.

However, his days of focusing on farming didn't last long. Just as he was forging a warhammer and a battle axe for himself, a group of even larger green-skinned boys broke into the mushroom forest.

The green-skinned boys trudged into the mushroom forest with heavy footsteps. The crisp sound of their boots crushing the mushroom caps was like the sound of war drums. The leader, wearing a crooked metal helmet, brandished a rusty axe. Saliva dripped from his fangs onto the ground, making him appear both foolish and violent. His words were also incomprehensible to him.

"You bastard, hand over all your teeth!"

Because he had enough food, and being a Primarch, his size had already surpassed that of ordinary farts, and was even comparable to those green-skinned lads. He was originally hammering the battle axe that was about to take shape in front of the forge when he heard the commotion. He casually threw the red-hot axe into the cooling pool and slowly turned around in the rising white mist.

"Get out of my territory," he said impatiently, wielding his warhammer.

What kind of shrimp is this?

"Why isn't it green?"

"Are the mushrooms spoiled?"

"It looks delicious."

"Bad mushroom, eat it."

The familiar conversation left him speechless and furious. Why did everyone seem so eager to see him turn green with envy?!
The familiar roar echoed through the mushroom forest once more, and the minions on his side squealed and made all sorts of insulting and provocative gestures at the orc boy, because their leader was angry.

"The boss is angry!"

"You are dead!"

"Surrender now!"

"Give up all your teeth!"

He didn't care what those bastards were saying. His anger surged continuously, causing his already strong body to swell rapidly, becoming tall, big, and green.

"It's the boss!"

Upon seeing him grow taller, bigger, and greener, the orc boys panicked, but ultimately, recklessness prevailed. They grabbed their weapons and charged forward, intending to fight first.

Despite his ferocious appearance, he hasn't actually lost his mind. The unparalleled brute force from the Hulk template and the engineering intuition bestowed by Iron Man have perfectly blended within him, making him an even more perfect war machine—powerful, intelligent, and green.

Unparalleled brute force made the heavy warhammer seem weightless. No skill was needed. Even if he could calculate all the opponent's movements, speed, and attack angles in an instant, there was no need. He could just smash everything. It was just like how Superman's super brain told him to use super strength when he encountered a problem.

The overwhelming disparity in strength forced the orc boy to quickly accept reality and choose to surrender.

The arrival of several foreign orc boys seemed to have created a chemical reaction, causing several more orc boys to pop out of the mushroom forest, along with even more farts and a bunch of random Skullgods.

The Primarch, who became the Green Boss, was very interested in Skullgo, feeling that this creature had great potential and was not just something to be used as food or a toy.

(End of this chapter)