Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 68 Copying Homework Frenzy

The King of Angels said calmly, "I hope that more AI will be produced so that more children can have books to read, and that the temple of the prophet can be built as soon as possible."

Hot Carp also had some expectations in his heart:
"We will build it according to the blueprints, a one-to-one replica, and it is expected to be completely completed within three days."

It's just building a structure.

If a prophet were to descend, the gains would be even greater.

Those are ancient, mysterious deities.

They had no evidence to prove whether it was true or false, but why not build a temple?
As he spoke, the angel emperor began chatting with many of the guests at the banquet.

Most of them did not arrive in person, but were instead projections transmitted through the network of consciousness.

They are various schools of thought, both large and small.

The four traditional arts of music, chess, calligraphy, and painting are mostly used to cultivate one's spirit and will, and to enlighten one's true nature.

"Your Excellency, I have long admired you."

"I never expected to be able to communicate with someone from an ancient era like you."

"Yes, it's an honor to meet you."

“My child read your story and was moved to tears. He said he wanted to become a great and upright person like you, to conquer the world and protect all living beings.”

Today, this King of Angels is undoubtedly the protagonist.

at this time.

A middle-aged man with a scholarly air, sporting a long beard and an antique style, wore a blue robe and carried a mechanical longsword on his back.
"When do you think the divine trials of the Creator God will descend upon our time?"

The words fell.

Everyone perked up their ears and immediately asked us the questions we most wanted to know.

This King of Angels, who was kind, upright, and honest throughout his life, would certainly not deceive them.

He was disdainful.

The King of Angels pondered for a moment, then said:

"I'm not sure either. The Trials of the Gods didn't begin at the start of the era, but they certainly didn't come too late either."

"Here are some of my guesses."

"That mysterious creator god has probably destroyed one civilization after another. To him, our world may just be a pile of sand on a beach."

"He's like a traveler on the beach, passing by sand dunes, building castles, and destroying them."

After these words, a silence fell over the crowd.

Does such a being truly exist, capable of creating and destroying all things?

However, if stories of ancient angels and dragons are real, then the creation myths of various ancient civilizations may not be fabricated.

The King of Angels smiled. "But we won't start the trial when you have no chance of fighting back. How can it be considered a trial if you have no chance of winning?"

"Your civilization has only developed for a few thousand years, which is considered the early stage of civilization. I believe the trial is coming soon."

"The most important evidence is that the ancient immortal deity has awakened, probably because it sensed the coming of the divine trial."

This is his analysis, and it makes perfect sense.

The other important figures attending the gathering had slightly complicated expressions.

They had briefly read those fairy tale prophecy books beforehand, whether they predicted disasters of wisdom or disasters of fire and water.

Both are somewhat frightening.

Just imagining the disaster of fire and water, and the two giants wrestling together.

A device that turns streams, lakes, and rivers on earth into green jelly.

One is a fire giant that absorbs heat energy.

Just imagining them fighting like giants from a special effects movie in Rehe City gives me a sense of dread that goes straight to the depths of my soul.

It is estimated that a large number of troops will need to be mobilized to deal with and eliminate the disaster.

But while they felt afraid, they also felt a sliver of anticipation.

Because danger is accompanied by opportunity, the trials of God, and the chance to obtain divine treasures, the opportunities they had were incredibly tempting.

Two days have passed in the blink of an eye.

Nothing major happened in the mushroom soup.

Elephant Monk occasionally awoke, but he was already suffering from true dementia, confused and disoriented, remembering no one. He would even occasionally act like a child, crying and making a fuss.
When it threw a tantrum, the whole mountain suffered. This taught the guards many tricks for coaxing children, and they even hired several babysitters.

However, no major changes occurred throughout the era.

Furthermore, the calamities of water and fire have only recently occurred, and the next trial crisis will not come so soon.

The key is:

Current progress bar: 16%

Charging stopped.

No money.

Liu Jun could sense that if he didn't spend any money to add firewood to the mushroom soup, it would use its own flesh and blood essence as firewood, draining itself dry to ignite the mushroom soup.

Liu Jun felt that he had lost weight.

"This perfectly matches the statement at the beginning: once evolution begins, there are only two paths: the first is ultimate life form, and the second is death."

Although a new talent appears every now and then, if resources are insufficient, the person will be drained dry.

Time to start making money!

However, Liu Jun still dared not make any rash moves.

He was thinking of sneaking out and pulling off a heist under the cover of darkness, but who knew that some force would act even faster than him.

A nighttime news broadcast was pinned to the top.

A major factory in the suburbs of Rehe City, a third-order AI production line, was suddenly attacked by a certain force!

Night fell, and light soared into the sky!
Standing on the windowsill, Li Feng and Zou Anmeng both shouted:
"Fighting has broken out! There's been a war!"

The whole building was filled with shouting and yelling.

The city's guardian deity, Hot Carp, personally intervened and wreaked havoc.

Rumble!
From afar, one could see an army composed of flying swords, drones, and mechs.

This isn't a battle between the Angel Kings in the high seas of AI; it's a real-world bloodbath.

The outcome of this battle is uncertain, but martial law has been declared in Rehe City.

The current situation is sensitive, and with the release of his new book, Liu Jun is even more hesitant to take action.

"There are so many crazy people reading cybersecurity books these days. They even dare to mess with the big shots' production lines, and they've dragged me down with them."

"If this continues, I'll be drained dry."

"However, this does not preclude the possibility of destruction followed by construction."

Liu Jun looked at the weaving techniques of various experts on the internet.

Skin, heart, liver, spleen, lungs, leg bones
He tried to modify his mushroom-like form and sort out the chaotic talents within him.

After simply stitching together what looked like rotten meat, he felt much better.

Various energies formed convection currents and began to circulate within the body.

A feeling of exhilarating pleasure surged through my body, as if blood that had been stagnant for half a year had finally been cleared.

Immediately afterwards, his body also changed slightly.

"First-level body refinement."

He suddenly murmured instinctively.

He took his first step into the realm of flesh and blood.

As his physical body broke through, his mental energy level also began to rise rapidly.

Three tiers and six layers.

Three levels and seven layers.

Blood is surging.

He broke through two minor realms in one go.

This made Liu Jun look at those guys on the internet as if he had found a treasure, his eyes shining.

"Great! Copying these scholars' simple assignments has initially resolved all the side effects I'm experiencing."

(End of this chapter)