Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 759 - 607: Ever-Changing, A Bountiful Harvest!

Lord Ronar was brutally beaten by his father, lying flat on the ground without any resistance, staring blankly at the Creator beneath him being dismantled."How... is it possible?" Ronar exclaimed in disbelief, "This is impossible... how did that monster do it?"

In his opinion.

Even if the blueprint of the Creator was given to the other party, what could they do?

In such a short time, it’s simply impossible to understand!

That was the structural blueprint of a massive Creator, composed of hundreds of thousands of different Divine Objects, as complex and intricate as a sacred text.

Even if they understood it.

It would only be used to study what the other liked to eat... and then create special targeted "delicacies" to lure one’s own Creator.

Taking the worst-case scenario.

Even if you now understood their Creator’s blueprint and had the time to make delicacies.

Even if you truly made those delicacies, would they be effective now?

The Creator’s survival instinct would override the temptation of food!

Even if their Ross civilization used the freshest and most delicious custom-made food, it couldn’t seduce such a frenzied Creator.

The opponent had to crazily dive back to 500 light-years to survive, your food lure is useless.

For these reasons, Ronar handed over the blueprint so freely.

"Ronar, you have ruined our civilization! Impossible? How could it be impossible!"

Ross roared loudly, and this imposing, strong, and steady man suddenly shed tears, punching his rebellious son pinned to the ground, his eyes filled with hatred,

"The world is full of impossibilities! Why use our logic to analyze the opponent’s methods?"

Thud! Thud! Thud!

Ronar was beaten until his body was a bloody mess, "I’ve told you long ago, be steady, steady, and again, steady."

"But I didn’t want to die, didn’t want to gamble our lives on a failure with less than a thousandth chance... who knew he really could..."

Ronar spat out blood, utterly unable to comprehend why it turned out this way.

Was his father’s stupid baiting behavior correct?

No matter how small the civilization, if there is a probability of defeating your side, even at the cost of life as bait, it’s necessary to lower that probability...

"Our dynasty has used this method for generations, and it was destroyed in your hands..."

While these people argued frantically, falling into despair, their Creator let out another painful lament.

Woo——

The long, mournful wail seemed to announce the demise of this civilization’s Creator.

God’s Spiral Monarch form morphed into a giant bird, continuously pecking open the other’s shell, forcing it to constantly bleed.

Toxins continuously seeped in, staining the surrounding sea red.

Soon, this terrifying Creator at 500 light-years, its wailing grew weaker and weaker.

It became lifeless, unresponsive, floating on the sea surface.

It died simply.

Too simply, so much so that Ross and the others’ eyes were filled with shock and despair.

"If... if we sacrificed ourselves according to father’s method, our Creator should have already returned below."

"Might have even obtained a huge opportunity snatched by countless Creators, benefiting our descendants, Ross civilization could’ve broken through to the first eleventh level in history because of this..."

Ronar’s complexion was ashen, "It’s all my fault, because of me, the sinner of this civilization."

A momentary decision determined the rise and fall.

Liu Jun saw that the giant beast had no other reaction, knowing that this battle had already ended.

It seemed simple in process, but it was extremely perilous.

In fact, even if Ronar hadn’t handed over the blueprint, there were a hundred ways to make them hand it over.

The only fear was that the strong ones in Ross civilization were a hundred times more stable than Lord Ronar: decisively committing suicide, taking all the blueprints and treatment to destruction.

If they were stable to the extent of committing suicide upon meeting, I wouldn’t be able to know the internal structure of the Fushouluo Creator, unable to target it temporarily.

It might really dive into the 500 light-year sea domain.

Then, it would be big trouble!

"Fortunately, every Creator has a group of insiders clinging on..."

"As long as these insiders are caught and interrogated, the structure can be known, allowing for targeted optimization."

Liu Jun secretly rejoiced.

Of course, this was also due to the vast quantity of Divine Object codes accumulated, possessing countless variations, to carry out targeted biological warfare.

Tear!

In the next second, the Fushouluo Creator was completely torn open at the abdomen.

With the screams and wails of Ross civilization, they witnessed the death of their Creator.

A Lanternfish was rescued from inside the abdomen, with Fortuna and others inside all sighing in relief.

"We escaped! I knew it!" Fortuna rejoiced.

"This place, 407 light-years away."

"Do not move from this spot, rest and recuperate."

God’s voice echoed grandly in everyone’s hearts.

He reached out and grabbed the numb and hopeless people of Ross civilization, tossing them into the Lanternfish’s world for them to oversee.

This 500 light-year civilization had a deep foundation, with plenty of information to be gleaned!

It also truly created quite a bit of trouble for me, resulting in a race against death.

"Did we win?" The tenth-level savages just caught in God’s halo stared blankly at the entire battle process.

The scene of God chasing and transforming into a giant eagle to hunt was too astonishing, surpassing the imagination of most tenth-level civilizations, every one of them showing a shocked expression.

However, the battle wasn’t over yet.

Liu Jun turned his gaze, looking heavily at the surrounding, dense Creators at 400 light-years, frantically surging forward.

God reverted to human form, clad in white armor, holding a long spear, frowning:

"Here we go again, here we go again!"

"Is our Lanternfish really that tempting?"

"These schools of fish keep coming, offering no rest at all."

"And this time, I must learn my lesson. In the next battle, I can’t let the Lanternfish get injured again, to avoid its flesh falling below and attracting even more terrifying monsters."

This will make the battle even more challenging.

A hero like myself is needed, to defend the three fronts, protect the Lanternfish base, and achieve a perfect victory without suffering a single scratch.

With a spinning mind, Liu Jun began to assess his own combat power.

light-years is the basic value.

Adding skills and various techniques, I can fight through 300 light-years.

But now at 400 light-years, it would obviously be much more strenuous.

"I still have to use that move... find the traitors among these Creators, get their blueprints, and then target them specifically."

He looked at the massive oncoming attack of the Creators, "But every Creator transforming into a different form, it’s too much workload."

This is certainly going to be a very difficult test.

But there is no other way for now.

Whoosh—

In the next moment, the white halo behind him condensed once again.

Countless points of light swarmed in.

All the indigenous peoples on each Creator’s world bubble, in their confusion and bewilderment, were absorbed into the omniscient halo world behind God.

In this halo world.

Each newcomer was immediately grabbed for interrogation, questioned, and then they betrayed their Creator.

Fortuna was also brought in here, and sinisterly said, "Kekeke, you don’t want to suffer, right? Quickly confess!"

Then a magical scene occurred.

God appeared as graceful as if dancing among schools of fish.

One moment transforming into a toad, spitting with an open mouth, piercing through a Giant Mosquito Creator.

The next moment twisting and transforming into a mantis, slashing through a leaf-shaped Creator.

Birds and beasts rapidly changed forms within a few breaths, one person battling an endless stream of Creators, fighting to the point where heaven and earth collapse, blood flowing like rivers.

The entire ocean turned into a primeval food chain scene, hunting, slaughtering, devouring.

The sea boiled over, the entire ocean distorted by blood.

This scene was beyond anyone’s imagination, completely incomprehensible.

The central figure in the golden-red battle smoke, as if a towering deity surrounded by countless points of light, omniscient and omnipotent, seemingly capable of the seventy-two transformations.

Fortuna, while leading the interrogation of the incoming prisoners, began to speak to everyone:

"Remember the stories from ancient myths? The halo behind God is the halo of omniscience."

"Look! These countless knowledge points transform into infinite knowledge, merging into the omniscient halo behind God, providing endless wisdom!"

Beside him, the prisoner Ross’s mind was blank with rage.

What infinite light points, merging into the omniscient halo behind God?

Such a pleasant-sounding explanation!

It was clearly the traitor parasites on each Creator, caught here to inform.

Such a despicable deed, yet spoken of so beautifully!

Who knows how much time passed?

The battle finally subsided, surrounded by only severed limbs and wreckage.

And these remnants would eventually fall into the depths of the sea, returning to nature, becoming food for other fish.

Sigh—

Liu Jun’s trembling hand finally stopped.

Because all the 400 light-year Creators around had been killed, unable to provide any more power, the energy around him quickly waning.

His figure flickered and swiftly entered inside the Lanternfish.

"God!" Fortuna and the newly emerging strong fighters under her command, their eyes almost overflowing with worship.

What kind of experience is it to be exhausted from killing an endless number of Creators, clearing an entire sea area? It’s insane.

"Clean up the outside environment."

With a flash of weariness in God’s eyes, he spoke lightly, "Let our Lanternfish Creator hover here, do not move."

This area has been turned into an ocean vacuum.

The more distant Creators can no longer sense the scent here.

So this area is temporarily safe, with no new enemies likely to come in the short term.

"Yes, sir, I understand!"

Fortuna saluted, "I will handle this area well and will not let you down."

Liu Jun ignored her, indeed a bit tired, returned to the Divine Hall in Heaven to rest.

After the prehistoric time ended, Fortuna looked at each of the high-level figures who had been interrogated, including Ross and others,

She suddenly revealed a sinister grin, "You all know too much!"

Ross and others’ pupils widened, "What are you going to do?"

"Keke!"

Fortuna said, "The wisdom of the omniscient and omnipotent God cannot be discovered by outsiders, as it comes from these collected points of light!"

Prisoners’ eyes widened, you’re going to kill us to silence us?

Fortuna sinisterly said, "The power of the Divine Spirit comes from the initial kill, to maintain the mystery of God’s power, this is necessary!"

"And you, leaders from various Creators’ multidimensional worlds, are themselves unstable factors... leaving you is not suitable for receiving your worlds."

"You—" Ross showed anger, but didn’t have time to react.

The next moment.

Endless destiny enveloped the minds of these informed individuals.

Memories were twisted.

Destinies were reshaped.

Each of them embraced a new destiny, worshipping God as their master, becoming devoted believers.

From now on, they would lead their civilizations to join the greatness of the supreme being in the Human World.