Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 26 The King of Angels, Reborn in Rehe City Millions of Years Later

Chong Shisan pursued beauty throughout his life.

From a young age, he longed for the gods of longevity and wisdom. He learned to tie ribbons from his mother, wanting to weave the most beautiful knots and build the most beautiful life.

He is as fearless as countless tiny insects.

His life was filled with unwavering determination; ahead lay a garden, in his dreams a vast expanse of mountains, and in his heart resided a divine presence.

He is pure.

He remained steadfast in his yearning for beauty.

At first, he studied how to spin a cocoon with other ugly little green caterpillars.

On this beautiful road full of thorns, he saw his companions who sacrificed their lives to create cocoons in order to test the rationality of the knot.

He had seen insects volunteer as test subjects because of something he said, to verify his conjectures and provide him with data.

They were all ugly in appearance, but pure in heart.

With each death of a companion, Chong Shisan's heart grew heavier.

Because of the insects' successive efforts, Insect Thirteen carried their ideals, which strengthened his determination to become beautiful.

He wants to lead all the insects to become the most beautiful life in the world.

As long as you break free from your cocoon and become a butterfly.

In the end, he succeeded, and the angel was born.

He also became the most beautiful, bravest, and most powerful emperor in the world!
But the problem that follows is...

Beauty is fleeting; his companions are growing old.

Gaining beauty is easy; maintaining eternal beauty is the hardest thing.

Angels should not only see outward beauty, but also strive to maintain the purity and nobility in the hearts of their people.

He wanted to be the most arrogant king.

But now he has managed to do it, albeit with some difficulty.

He had the right and the courage to sit on the throne in the golden palace and boldly declare before the two gods:

I am the most beautiful hero, the dragon slayer who will be recorded in history, and the most magnificent king of angels.

Rehe City.

The First High School, affiliated biology laboratory.

"Relieved, content, and I died a worthy death."

"Is this the memory of the amber swallowtail butterfly before it died?"

"An ugly little insect pursuing a beautiful fairy tale, the main storyline of the ugly duckling turning into a swan, a distant myth?"

Professor Li Ruxiang was a tall, thin old man who launched into a tirade of abuse:

"Are you crazy? Don't joke around! I'll give you three minutes to rephrase your logic! Otherwise, I'll suspect you've developed cyberpsychosis!"

A cheap high school student assistant nearby answered:
"But sir, the instrument is not malfunctioning! Currently, when reading memories, the first thing we read is the fragments of their strongest obsessions in their lives, and these fragments often come from their dying moments."

Li Ru thought about rechecking the experimental data several times, and couldn't help but frown:

"How could a butterfly encased in amber possibly have such memories? How could ancient life forms from the Jurassic period possess such outrageous, even revolutionary, images that overturn the entire history of biological evolution?"

The assistant student exclaimed, "Something's not right! His dying memory is of God continuing to read his memories from even further back!"

A group of teachers in white coats looked excitedly at the amber swallowtail butterfly frozen in ancient amber.

This is an ancient species that existed only during the Jurassic period.

Furthermore, there is actually a considerable amount of amber containing this type of butterfly.

However, most of them are not very effective.

Because under normal circumstances, the potential to become a saint is one in a billion.

One out of ten billion amber fossils of swallowtail butterflies is a true saint-like specimen.

Before them.

It was just an experiment using a batch of ordinary swallowtail butterfly fossils, and one of the amber swallowtails actually showed unusual behavior.

They started investigating, and the results were so outrageous.

"Continue reading!"

"And let's put this amber swallowtail butterfly in the highest grade nutrient solution to see if we can reactivate its cells."

Professor Li Ruxiang, who was at the head of the group, couldn't help but show his excitement.

Rehe No. 1 High School is a truly world-class top-tier school.

The students here also get rained on by acid rain.

But in reality, none of them lack resources.

They are all from collateral branches of various schools of thought and families. They come here to improve themselves through acid rain and hellish learning, hoping to achieve something to show their masters.

After all, even large families with Confucian and Taoist sages in charge are experiencing severe internal competition.

The only thing to be thankful for is:

If they don't break through to the third tier before they turn thirty, they will most likely not die.

Because their families are wealthy enough to afford tens of millions for cloning and rebirth of their broken bodies.

Just like this.

Although their lives were saved, they lost their value.

For the rest of his life, he would work like a beast of burden, shining brightly in various factories for his family, in order to repay the cost of that life-saving surgery.

For all these reasons, Rehe No. 1 High School is an elite school, naturally with affiliated schools, laboratories, and even professors. Its equipment is also extremely advanced.

In fact, many of the experimental results of Rehe Heavy Industry originated from here.

But now
The scientist leading the group, Li Ruxiang, watched this scene with excitement in his heart: "If it's true, if it's true, I'm afraid..."

Glory, fame, wealth
They will even be recorded in human history textbooks.

Wow!
Various high-energy solutions were introduced into the transparent culture chamber.

Cell regeneration cloning technology continuously nourishes and revitalizes the recipient's body.

Just then, the lab assistant suddenly shouted:

"The amber swallowtail butterfly exhibited conscious activity."

The professor roared, "How could a butterfly that has been dead for countless centuries still be alive?"

Even the cloned models today are merely clones of their brain structure.

They are really dead.

Take, for example, the most versatile PC001 [Amber Swallowtail].

This ancient sage is actually dead; the prototype was simply the brain structure of an ancient corpse.

Even ancient sages are dead, so how could an ordinary butterfly, which is not a sage, still be alive? And even have a soul and a self?
The assistant shouted, "Should we stop the experiment and apply to our superiors?"

"No, you can't apply."

Li Ru wanted to know what kind of people those guys were. Once they found out, this treasure would no longer be theirs.

Even if there is some danger, he believes it is bearable.

It was just a Jurassic animal from the primitive era.

"Keep going!" Li Ru shouted.

In the laboratory.

Unbeknownst to them, a faint consciousness was slowly awakening within the amber swallowtail butterfly.

"Where am I?"

"I remember that after I died, I instinctively used my remaining consciousness to follow that creator god out of the world, along with a mysterious storm."

"So this is where I ended up? And I've become attached to someone from my clan? I'm now the first generation of the Primordial Swallowtail Butterfly?"

With a thought, as a third-tier powerhouse, he instinctively hacked into the AI ​​of several laboratory assistants.

Through the internet, a vast amount of information is retrieved and quickly floods into my mind.

"Modern humans, living billions of years in the future, how is that possible?"

"The prophet and the former emperor, they both died in that era?"

He reads the memories of mass extinctions, after the Triassic-Jurassic extinction that occurred after the era they lived in, which was known as the Jurassic period.

"They probably died in the mass extinction." A complex feeling of loss arose in my heart.

He thought he was dead, but he never expected that he would be the lucky one who survived the entire era billions of years later.
He suddenly remembered the prophet, the god of immortality.

he.
Did they, like me, survive the destruction of the era, as refugees of the previous time?
Am I now another prophet?

Another god of immortality who has lived to this day?

His thoughts shifted, and he looked at the alien creatures outside, the civilized species of this era.

"Ugly, so ugly!"

"They dismantle organs and sell bodies."

"They create life without intelligence to enslave them."

"They clone the brains of the strong and sell them to the common people."

"They call themselves human, an ugly and filthy race whose entire history has been almost entirely filled with infighting, greed, and selfishness."

This era is inhabited by a race completely different from the beautiful, kind, and upright angels.

Thoughts turn.

He has gradually restored the entire butterfly body.

He discovered that he still carried the curse of "deep affection leads to a short life," and was already a god he had once dreamed of.

But he felt no joy.

What's the point of that?
Our era has long since passed.

He also discovered that he had unintentionally acquired a new divine artifact, the Star-Speeding Divine Artifact.

It was because of this divine object that we were able to catch up with the creator god.
As his Nen abilities gradually recovered, he read a large amount of information and data from this era and quickly learned some advanced Nen techniques.

next moment.

Suddenly, the lab assistant shouted, "Lord Li Ruxiang, our lab is being hacked!"

"what happened?"

Is there a problem with the instrument?

"The entire nutrient solution is being absorbed at a rapid pace!"

"This is insane! That's a rare and precious No. 3 Thought Replenishing Potion, even among Tier 3 cultivators."

"Continue to add more!"

"what happened!"

Amidst the chaos, people looked back and discovered the amber swallowtail butterfly inside the glass chamber of the laboratory.
It is forming a cocoon.

(End of this chapter)