Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 40 The Birth of a Fallen Angel, the World's Tribulations

after one day.

The terrible news came from the Cangwu tree.

They had one emperor and four marquises, and suddenly remembered that ancient, aged god's trial, a trial marked by "deep affection but short life."

For every zhang (approximately 3.3 meters) that one gets closer, one ages a bit.

Isn't wisdom today just like that?
“Prophet, what should we do?” said the Dewdrop Elephant. “Madness has gone mad, the whole world has gone mad, and wisdom is spreading from top to bottom.”

But what could Liu Jun do?

He hadn't expected that "high intelligence" would be so terrifying, and that while it appeared to be highly intelligent, it actually possessed an absolute rationality, along with characteristics of madness and ruthlessness.

In reality, even a single saint is extremely rare.

And now?

The whole world has been infected into pseudo-saints who are close to saints.

Civilization is erupting and advancing.

And what can Liu Jun do?
He only has two choices.

1. Wait for the next 100% completion, extract the [High Intelligence] talent mushroom, and leave the Mushroom Soup world.

But this is considered a suicidal rescue.

The thought of extracting this "high intelligence" into himself terrified Liu Jun.

This thing is terrifying.

2. Leave this talent in the mushroom soup.

If it remains in the mushroom soup, the whole world will continue to be infected in this way. What will the world become?

No one knows what the final outcome of this disaster will be.

Liu Jun could only hope that they would find a way to solve this intelligent plague in the mushroom soup!

Thinking of this, Liu Jun could only offer this explanation:
"This is a trial; God's treasures will bring disasters of varying degrees."

"If the people on earth cannot pass the trial, then you can imagine what the world's fate will be."

The Butterfly Clan's higher-ups remained silent.

"Then, what about you, Prophet?" Suddenly, the butterfly-like elephant asked, trembling.

Liu Jun shook his head slightly, not answering directly: "Back then, the calamity of immortality was no less than the current calamity of wisdom."

The calamity of immortality?

Just four words, combined with the current disaster, have given Butterfly a vivid imagination.

Today, everyone is infected with wisdom.
In the time of the prophet, were all people infected with immortality?
Butterfly Red Fungus quickly asked, "Prophet, what do you think the ultimate consequences of the Cataclysm of Wisdom will be? Will it be a good thing?"

Liu Jun said, "The consequences of the calamity of wisdom are the same as those of the calamity of immortality. No one could have guessed what would happen at the time."

"Back then, the catastrophe of immortality plunged the entire world into a state of immortality, and like many people today, they thought it was a good thing, until later..."

The prophet did not continue speaking, but they felt an inexplicable fear.

Liu Jun sighed softly, then thought to himself:
"I am the God of Immortality. After the calamity of immortality, I have come to know that birth, aging, sickness and death are the norm. I look down on this era, naturally dwelling high in the heavens, calmly watching the flowers bloom and fade in the world."

"I don't know how to get through this ordeal either; it's up to you to decide."

"I hope that a thousand years from now, you will still be with me."

The butterfly elephant understood that after the prophet taught them, he had kept his distance from them.

Because he is a true immortal, and we are merely the flowers he looks down at by the roadside, the stone path he walks on, and the stream he sees by the roadside.

The prophet's gaze is always fixed on something higher.

Perhaps their focus remains on terms like creator god, era, immortality, and breaking through to higher realms.

“I understand.” Dielüxiang led them away.

Liu Jun looked at them and shook his head.

There's really nothing I can do to help.

These naturally gifted mushrooms have been in the mushroom broth all along, and they have to find a way to deal with it themselves.

Half a day later, a message was sent from the ancestral land of the Butterfly Clan:

“An unknown calamity is spreading. All people of our clan, please hurry to our ancestral land.”

A large number of butterfly creatures are arriving.

"Help! They've gone mad! They're searching for so-called beauty in the dirt and rocks!"

"My neighbors are already studying so-called mathematics, writing dense text all over the earth, trees, and stones, saying that mathematical principles make the knots we weave more beautiful, but that's clearly the ugliest and most drowsy thing ever!" "The shell butterflies next door have fallen for it too. When I passed by, I saw them studying pearl bracelets, stringing themselves together, and even inviting us to join in."

It was as if the entire world had undergone a terrifying change overnight.

However, the speed at which one can escape still cannot keep up with the speed at which wisdom spreads.

They discovered that wisdom spreads by using interest as bait!

Butterflies that pursue beauty all have their own aesthetic sense.

Some refugees are not fooled by certain tribes, but as they run around, they are drawn to tribes that interest them, gradually lose themselves, and end up joining them.

A family of three is on the run.

"Mother, don't go in! What Titans, the idea of ​​defeating angels? It's cult literature!"

Some children were crying their eyes out.

"No, no, no! Big is beautiful." The mother seemed to have seen the most beautiful thing in the world and joined a tribe that was studying Titans.

Soon, she put on her clothes and began discussing academic matters, weaving together a super life form larger than a dragon in the forest.

To this giant, the angel was nothing more than a toy.

Left with no other choice, the desperate father could only hold his child and continue his escape.

They arrived at another tribe.

Here are a group of dark, skinny, green creatures with enormous heads.
"Child, those steamships and steam gunboats are all nonsense. You mustn't be tempted by them; they are heresy!"

The remaining father prostrated himself and wept bitterly, ultimately having no choice but to abandon the children who had entered the tribe and continue his escape to his ancestral homeland alone.

As the father ran, he suddenly came across a tribe.

In their central square, there is a new type of dragon, a Tyrannosaurus Rex transformed into a dragon.

"As expected, Titans and mechanical steam are all nonsense! The life knot, pure biological evolution, this blueprint of the five-colored dragon is the most wonderful thing in the world."

He seemed to see something that captivated him, and in a daze, he had already stepped inside.

"A five-colored dragon? Ah, please let me weave the brain of the red dragon!"

The entire family of three was wiped out.

Soon, the parents who had been infected and lost their families along the way arrived at their ancestral home.

Here, there is the oppressive aura of "medium intelligence" and "low intelligence".

Fight infection with infection.

Instead, it became a haven untouched by the plague!
They maintain the wisdom of a normal life here.

This is the last ancestral home of the entire civilization.

Outside the mushroom soup, Liu Jun watched this horrifying scene.

"Although I don't know what the future holds, my intuition tells me it will be terrifying."

"I need to find help."

But where is the help I can offer?

[High Wisdom] brought to all living beings a pseudo-saintly wisdom that was only slightly weaker than that of a true saint.

If a solution can truly be found, then only a true saint could do it!
Only true geniuses can suppress this group of pseudo-geniuses.

He could even act as a leader, guiding this group of pseudo-geniuses to turn this disaster into an opportunity!

The probability of a sage being born naturally is one in ten billion.

With such a small number of mushrooms, it's currently impossible for such a savior to emerge.

Modern academic cliques have certain methods to increase the probability of their descendants producing sages through the bloodline of sages, and coupled with encouragement of childbirth, the number of sages is not small.

How could I possibly ask a real, born saint for help?
This is suicidal!

As for the Saint-cloned model like the Amber Swallowtail?

Liu Jun was immediately ruled out.

This is because it is a soulless clone of a saint's brain; it only gained a soul through its "low intelligence."

Amber swallowtail butterflies born in this way are not worthy of sitting at the same table with true saints.

But Liu Jun still had some unrealistic thoughts:

"If only I could kidnap a child saint who hasn't grown up yet, take him home as a time traveler, and save my world."

(End of this chapter)