Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 83 The Death of Hercules
"Magic?"

"This is a cultivation system unique to our Mushroom Clan."

On the Cangwu tree, amidst the beautiful and vibrant flower buds, Liu Jun, who was practicing his mental abilities, revealed a slight smile.

Mushroom talent is their unique power.

Each of the gifted mushrooms possesses an infectious quality.

Wind, light, two mushrooms.

I've been constantly empowering, adapting, and borrowing from it, using it as wind and light magic.
Sooner or later, I'll be in sync with that mushroom.

As the compatibility increased, it eventually merged with this divine object, becoming the god of this series and ascending to the altar.

“Awesome, really awesome!”

"Should we name this process of fusing mushrooms: Cultivating Magic?"

"It's a cultivation mushroom!"

Liu Jun marveled at the boundless imagination of his eldest disciple.

"This system should be given priority in development."

"In this way, the various mushroom talents on my body also have a formal method."

"With three types of mushrooms on my body, does that mean I've cultivated the magic of immortality, the magic of invisibility, and the magic of gold—am I a three-elemental mage?"

He smiled softly:
"For no reason at all, I've become a three-elemental archmage. How interesting."

This world is really interesting.

A magical era appeared out of nowhere, yet it made perfect sense.

In the future, won't each new mushroom falling from the sky be a new origin of magic?

perhaps.

In different civilizations, these gifted mushrooms have different cultivation methods.

If one were to create a civilization of cultivation, wouldn't countless great paths descend from the heavens?

He organized his thoughts.

The creation of biological species lays the foundation for civilization.

If you do well in this stage, then the rest will be a matter of accumulating strength and then unleashing it.

That's the situation right now.

The creation of life had just ended when three systems emerged in succession.

1. The Nen system, which existed before, involves cultivating the soul.

2. Blood Knight System: Cultivate your body.

2. The magic system is unique to our world and is cultivated by mushrooms.

This power can also be used through the telekinetic system to empower mages with various attributes.

It can also be enhanced into a Fighting Knight through the flesh and blood system.

"The radiation range is too small."

"After all, as a deity, one must travel on earth regularly in a butterfly-cage carriage in order to bestow blessings."

“As for inanimate objects, sacred artifacts must be enshrined as statues in order to bestow blessings upon those who worship them.”

"But how many subjects can a single statue accommodate?"

"If this problem is not solved, then the magic system will never become widespread, remaining a privilege of a small group of high-ranking nobles."

He started thinking about how to solve this problem.

How can we ensure that the [Statue of the Wind God] and the [Statue of the Light God] bless more people?

As I was thinking, a thought suddenly flashed through my mind:
"Just like individual AI brains scattered across the earth as nodes in the [public sea of ​​consciousness], I might be able to create similar AI brain statues as nodes, connecting them into a network."

Thinking this, he suddenly summoned the Angel of Truth and the Phoenix Emperor outside the temple.

Upon arriving at the temple, they presented a ribbon and said, "Greetings, Gods!"

"Knowledge is like that of a god who has established the path of magic in his kingdom. It is vast and profound, and it is an era of change for heaven and earth. Now go down the mountain."

Liu Jun said calmly, "With your wisdom, establish a magic sect and help him build a new miracle of the century."

The Angel of Truth asked curiously, "What miracle?"

"The Magic Network." Liu Jun smiled slightly.

on earth.

The Hercules Palace high in the mountains.

Elephant Tuomo was carrying a watering can, watering some of the super giant trees unique to the Jurassic period, large flowers and plants, and some species woven by their butterfly tribe.

This is a flower garden, left by his wife.

Those towering trees, as tall as Tyrannosaurus Rex, were nothing more than dwarf trees that could be pruned with scissors in his eyes.

Now, having learned from his mistakes, Elephant Monk is planning to enjoy his retirement.

He has no intention of continuing to study new systems.

The more you cultivate yourself.

The longer one lives.

This life can never be extinguished.

He stopped cultivating and focused on perfecting the Bloodline Knight and Mage systems he had created.

"I'm getting older."

He still stood tall and straight, quietly looking at himself in the mirror.

I am quite satisfied with getting old.

Perhaps it's the increasing loneliness of old age, but lately he often talks to himself:

"What more could I ask for? I have already borne the greatest honor in my life."

"I have done everything I could for this land."

“I am not their nanny; they have their own beauty.”

"My beauty is not their beauty."

As he watered the flowers, he vaguely recalled another elderly angel emperor from years past, the renowned hero-king.

The Angel King who left his ancestral land during a chaotic era, defeated the tyrannical dragons that plundered his people, and finally established the Angel Plains.

"I have no regrets in this life, except for him."

His eyes became slightly cloudy.

Just then, a guard outside announced that the Angel of Truth and the Phoenix Emperor had arrived.

"God has instructed us to establish a magic net."

What is the Magic Network?

"The people on earth need to worship two great statues in order to cultivate themselves."

"But there are only two statues of gods on the earth!"

“They will be very crowded, so we will build statues of gods and scatter them in various places as nodes to spread the power of the statues.”

The principle is very simple.

Upon hearing this, Elephant Monk looked thoughtful, and couldn't help but feel a surge of excitement: "Interesting, truly fascinating! This method can indeed completely change an entire era!"

His original plan to retire and wait for death has been rekindled.

"Forget it, the establishment of this magic network has nothing to do with cultivation level, so I won't break through any further."

He couldn't help but pat the elephant's ear and said in a deep voice:

"Prophet, know that my life is destined to be one of constant toil and restlessness."

This Hercules had a rather kind and gentle smile in his later years. "Are you two trying to work me to death too?"

"No, it's not just the two of them!"

"And us."

Suddenly, a voice came from outside the garden. Butterfly Red Fungus, Butterfly Pool Indigo, and Butterfly Bright Man were already outside, looking at this tall, kind, old giant.

"This time, we'll accompany you on your journey."

The Butterfly Clan, 490.

Elephant Mongols went into seclusion again, where he, along with the Angel of Truth, the Phoenix Emperor, and even his former companions, studied the magic network that covered the entire era.

Completely perfect the magic system.

He wanted to place a magic statue in every city so that the city's residents could practice the corresponding wind and light magic.

He traveled across the land again, erecting magical statues in cities, and from then on, various schools of magic emerged on the land, including the Aura Knight.

The era of the extraordinary has truly begun.

In the blink of an eye, another eighty years have passed.

And Zangdama burned through his lifespan, once again ushering in his later years.

"This time, there will be no more surprises."

In the final moments of his life, he traversed mountains and rivers, and set foot in the kingdom of the plateau.

This was his final journey.

Last time, he traveled to every kingdom on earth to popularize the knight system, giving all living beings on earth physical strength.

Now, he will popularize the magic network for magicians.

When he arrived at the old site.

The tribe of angels has established a holy empire.

The current King of Angels is named Shinbal, and like Domo, they played music together and played the flying race game they used to play.

"Go! Go!" Phoenix Emperor and Butterfly Pool shouted excitedly.

Let's dance together in the Elf Forest.

The elven children here established an elven dynasty, and the elven queen was Galadriel, a queen of great talent and ambition.

She was studying the magic being practiced in the new era, saying she wanted to transform it into elven magic suitable for their bodies to cultivate.

During a bonfire dance at night, a group of adorable elf children tried to dig into his belly button while he was sleeping and snoring.

The elves still live by the legends of that time. The elephant god's navel is filled with knowledge, and abundant wisdom flows from it.

He then arrived at the Titan tribe in the high mountains.

There was no kingdom established here; the primitive style has been preserved, and they have started an arm-wrestling match.

Finally, he arrived at the island of dragons, where the dragons were full of wisdom.

Their king was a tall golden dragon named Alexstrasza, and together they discussed the possibilities of dragon magic, intending to combine wind and light magic to create "Dragon Roar Magic".

"On this vast and boundless land, the era of creation has ended, and a transcendent system is rising."

He walked and stopped intermittently.

He saw Agni on a high mountain at the edge of the world.

This giant lived in a volcano and built a huge volcanic blacksmith shop to forge weapons.

The enormous volcano resembled a burning basin, and this giant figure was constantly turning over the weapon blank with fire tongs.

He saw Varuna in a sea at the edge of the world.

She and Agni had many children, and she was responsible for raising them. Her three thousand children were intelligent and kind, and were known as the daughters of the sea.

They are now very old and about to die.

After all, they were essentially just ordinary giants, even though they wielded divine artifacts.

"We still meet on the day of the new moon every thirty-six years."

"Thank you so much, great Elephant Monk. We have begun to learn the magic you have spread."

"This is a very promising path to godhood, giving us the opportunity to completely merge with divine objects."

“You have given us the chance to regain our youth, and we want to live on and regain our youth.”

“We want to complete the test of the God of Immortality, become gods, and then escape this cage so that we can meet again.”

Elephant Dhamma bid farewell to the two sinners.

He encountered Vedama again in a valley; he was still towing a huge raft filled with corpses.

But a group of little dog-headed people were jumping around on the corpse; those were his children.

Vedama, now incredibly old, knelt on one knee with immense remorse, clasped his hands to his chest in a gesture of holy devotion, and said:

“God, you still remember your chief guard. I sincerely beg for your forgiveness.”

"Didn't the immortal gods already judge you? You're already atoning for your sins. You have a child now?" Xiang Tuomo said with great emotion.

“It has existed for two hundred years. My wife died of old age more than a hundred years ago, also from dementia,” Vedamo said.

"Dementia," Elephant Monk sighed deeply.

"She was a brave female giant warrior who protected the southern tribes. I met her while I was carrying corpses."

"later."

"The second raft she traveled on was our home. I went to those two giants to have it built, and they also set up a blacksmith shop for me and kept repairing my boat."

"During the last ten years of her life when she was in a daze, she would always sit blankly on another raft, already in a very daze."

After hearing this, Elephant Monk said, "Aren't you tired of dragging two boats?"

"Of course I'm tired, but I'm dragging my family along."

“One boat carried family members, and the other carried the deceased, but I never imagined that these two boats would eventually melt down into one, and I personally saw her off.”

They talked for a long time.

Finally, Vedamo said, “Our time has passed, God. Giants like us and all sorts of strange creatures have gradually disappeared.”

Elephant Monk was not surprised: "It was an experiment left over from the creation of the world, exploring new paths. Its disappearance is an inevitable part of history."

"The truly well-established races, possessing both heritage and sufficient potential, are still the original five major races. The future belongs to them."

For the next three days, Elephant Domo played with the little dog-headed people, letting them climb onto his elephant trunk and slide down the slide.

One of the kobolds, named Steve, said that one day he would be as strong as Hercules and become a great war knight.

Before leaving, Xiangdomo said, "Now that you have seen your wife off, come and see me off when I am about to depart."

"I will prepare the best treasure ship for you." The sinner, burdened with chains, wept.

"Don't cry. You should get used to this. If you can keep living, you will have to send off the existence. There is still a lot more to come."

After saying goodbye to old friends, Xiangtuomo made its final stop and visited Cangwu Tree again.

He offered the ribbon and said to the gods:

"God, I have done my best in this era. This era is prosperous, just, and enlightened. The knights have the spirit of the righteous Hercules, and the magicians have the spirit of the fanatical God of knowledge."

"This is the best I've ever done. I don't know what the future holds."

"But I, this butterfly, will die in the most beautiful era I have created."

When he left, he also sent his brothers and sisters who had traveled with him back to the tree.

But the butterflies were still weeping when he left.

Soon, the inhabitants of the land heard from somewhere that Elephant Dhomo had prophesied his own death.

They followed in his footsteps, weeping as they went.

This time, he was followed by many believers, who formed a dense, long line, as spectacular as a coastline.

As he walked, Elephant Monk was completely exhausted.

He stood there quietly, his eyes gradually becoming unfocused.

Suddenly, he slowly looked up at the sky.

"We're here."

He shook his head and smiled, his gaze piercing through the misty mountains and vast oceans, as if he could see his most glorious years.

Suddenly, the image of the footless bird flying in with a pine cone at dusk that day reappeared before my eyes.

He showed a hint of realization and gently touched his heart:

"It turns out that back then, I had already died along with my heart."

"What remains of me now is merely a lingering shadow bearing the responsibilities of the Butterfly Clan's Emperor."

He smiled broadly.

With a thunderous roar, his massive body tilted like a mountain peak, slowly collapsing and becoming a continuous mountain range.

This most powerful being of our time transformed into a hard statue and sealed itself away.

He had already made all the preparations.

He sealed his power as if sealing a box of misfortune, yet some afterglow remained, allowing his idol to continuously bestow "blessings of power" upon the surrounding people.

"God is dead!!!"

The people who followed the gods shouted loudly.

Five conquered races, countless giants, angels, elves, dragons, and sirens, lifted him from the earth with enormous ropes.

Vedama, who was in charge of death, came dragging a huge raft, carrying Ganesha on it, and headed to the homeland of the Cangwu tree.

A traveler returns home.

He should return to his original homeland.

Along the way, wandering poets wrote various poems and painted various paintings.

They sang thus:

"This is the most incredible story, the most magnificent journey, and the most perfect and courageous hero."

"He is Ganniza, the mountain god who defeated the Titans."

"He is Gannish, the god of knowledge who conquered the elves with his knowledge."

"He is Ganesh, whose speed surpasses that of angels."

"He is Pabigoni, who conquered the dragon with his breath."

"He is still the elephant-headed demon who defeated the siren's curse!"

The siren clan added loudly that he had initially conquered four races, forgetting the siren.

But later, he did indeed conquer the siren.

A long, magnificent dragon was escorting their god home.

Three hundred giants, led by Vedama, were pulling the raft with chains.

Although Hercules lost his power, the people who covered the mountains and plains had long since become his strength.

This strength lifted him up again, and he sat on the raft to go home.

He sat once more atop his treasure ship, touring his great kingdom of knowledge and overlooking his venerable subjects.

This is the inheritance and continuation of power.

Along the way, they passed countless tribes and kingdoms. Countless people who witnessed this scene were initially incredulous, their faces filled with complex emotions, and finally, their faces were filled with shock.

“Oh God.”

Their voices were hoarse, their emotions running high, and they joined the wave, weeping loudly.

Finally, the grand procession arrived at the Cangwu tree.

An ancient deity was already standing atop the tree, followed by several butterfly creatures, silently watching this scene.

"Alas," the immortal deity sighed.

Think back to those days.

This scene seems familiar.

A swarm of life forms attacked the Cangwu tree in waves.

But now, the scene remains the same, with life overwhelming the Cangwu tree, but the situation is already different.

They shouted in unison:
"God, we have brought your disciple back!"

A sense of epic grandeur and heritage is condensed in this scene.

The god of Blood Knights, Hercules, left the most beautiful moment in the present and left the expectation for the future.

"The era of Hercules has ended."

He also became the first god to die.

(End of this chapter)