Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 163 Lifespan and Zombies

He was blessed by the gods.

Having no desire for revenge, he began to give up and embark on a new journey as a wandering traveler on the earth, going into hiding.

For a moment, it seemed as if the world had nothing to do with him.

After the Kingdom of Zhuyou was destroyed, a new second-generation God of Zhuyou emerged from its remnants.

This person's name is Qiu.

Qiu, honest and simple, cared for the people and loved his subjects. He diligently led the remaining troops in a counterattack.

He is an employee of the oilfield's heavy gas plant, and his friendliness score is 89, which is considered excellent.

However, their fighting strength was greatly reduced, and they squandered their advantage, ultimately becoming a vassal state of the shamanic tribe.

In the palace.

"We are willing to submit and hand over the divine object!" Qiu was forced to yield.

"Is this the power of the incantation god?"

The shaman Ji Qianfan watched over this divine object.

His name in the tribe was: Huan.

After studying this divine object, he discovered that he had absolutely no affinity with it, and thus gave up the idea of ​​seizing a second divine power.

Enslaving the second generation of the Zhuyou gods is all that's needed!
Furthermore, this Qiu in front of me is honest and simple, and won't resist.

“Very good, second-generation Zhuyou God, we are happy to cooperate.”

"That good-for-nothing built palaces, indulged in debauchery, and had no ambition. He ignored several invitations to cooperate."

"Now, by combining our two sides, our two great deities will surely be able to create a completely new system!"

He talks about cooperation, but in reality, he's enslaving people.

He began to build a completely new system and study where the future path lay.

He has already reached the fourth level in reality.

Here, as if divinely aided, I quickly recovered to the fourth tier and began exploring new paths.

"I want to spread the cultivation methods throughout the world. The stronger they are, the stronger their souls become, making them better materials for crafting artifacts!"

He is a divine being of the soul, so naturally the stronger his soul, the better.

Less than ten years.

With the popularization of spiritual practices, the average level of human tribes has risen to a new level.

The shaman then said, "Since their average lifespan has doubled, then that extra portion of their lifespan is mine."

Originally, a human could live for sixty years.

After breaking through to the first level, one can live for 120 years.

And now, he plans to harvest the souls of the people when they are sixty years old.

At this time, they were middle-aged, and their souls were at their peak.

Harvest too early, and the soul won't be enough.

Harvest later, and the soul begins to wither.

With no rivals around, the shaman began to act recklessly.

From the moment he was born, he did not consider himself a species different from normal humans. Even whether his parents could sit down to eat depended on him.

What's more, now?
They became a clan of shamans, a race of gods and demons, vastly different from ordinary humans in tribes.

In an instant, millions of shamans began to travel to various tribes to harvest souls.

"Why, why, let go of my father!" Several children came out of the tribe, pleading desperately.

The leading shaman, holding a bone scepter, said coldly:
"The shaman god is summoning your father. This is a blessing for you. He was supposed to die at sixty. This is just taking away the lifespan that the god had given him to die of old age!"

The children were stunned. It seemed to make sense, but something felt off: "This, this..."

The shaman continued, "In fact, he should be thanking God for his blessings."

"Most people start to age in their thirties, but he is still very young after thirty and will live to sixty like a young man."

"You died at sixty before, and you still die at sixty now. It's the same lifespan of sixty years. You should be even more grateful to the shaman!"

Such things happen in every tribe.

Humans, domesticating and raising livestock.

Gods, who domesticate humans.

The path of shamanism, which involves cultivating spiritual objects, desperately requires a soul!

Sixty years have passed quickly.

The entire land seemed to have transformed into a field of soul wheat, and the shamans became shepherds and farmers.

God is shepherding all living beings.

"We don't want to die so soon."

Why are you harvesting us?

"He treated us like straws!"

The tribe's inhabitants gradually began to feel dissatisfied.

Unfortunately, no one can stand against them anymore.

Someone went to request the second generation of Zhuyou gods.

This person told them, "I am no match for them!"

"At the beginning, we had an absolute advantage!"

"Oil is everywhere, but souls are scarce. The cultivation materials on both sides are not in the same quantity. Even without the help of the gods, we can crush them!"

"But now, souls are everywhere, and their power is unimaginable!"

The tribal leaders of those places returned home disappointed.

The shaman is too powerful.

However, as time passed, a large number of young souls were harvested, and the shamanic civilization began to prosper like never before.

The common people, however, suffered unspeakably.

On the sacred mountain of shamans, a far-sighted member of the shaman tribe proposed:
“Witchcraft gods, if these people and tribes continue to resist like this, it will probably lead to disaster sooner or later.”

Others countered, "We gave them extra lifespans, so naturally we have to take them back. It's fair. They really don't know how to be grateful!"

"enough!"

The shaman said, "Since that's the case, let's embellish it."

"When they reach the age when their lifespan is due to be taken away, we will use a soul-summoning spell to remotely collect their souls!"

As a result, the tribes discovered that the shamans who had been arresting their members had disappeared.

All the people had their memories of the incident erased.

But things are still very strange!
When life comes to an end, death comes suddenly. There is a fig leaf, but it can only cover a little bit!

A legend about the god of death began to circulate among the various tribes.

Because when their lives are nearing their end, some highly spiritual tribal leaders will see mysterious figures descend at night and take their lives.

They call them: the deadly messengers.

The shaman was also very clever: "We can't all be harvested at a fixed age of sixty. Let's just establish a harvesting algorithm and then harvest."

At this point, a sophisticated lifetime harvesting algorithm begins to run.

The concept of lifespan began to emerge in the world!

"Humans have a lifespan."

Some clever people have even deduced complex formulas and algorithms for calculating the lifespan of others over time, and set up fortune-telling stalls.

"You have thirty-six years to live."

"You have only half a month to live. Prepare for your funeral."

As a result, fortune telling also rose to prominence!
Some wise men began to lament:
"After gods came into existence, lifespans were determined. Does this mean that humans also have a predetermined destiny?"

However, the shaman sitting on the sacred mountain saw that the people on earth still had doubts, so he continued to improve his harvesting techniques.

His name was Huan, and I couldn't help but sigh:

"To die without cause, to die suddenly, is indeed suspicious!"

He is blessed with good fortune:
"There must be birth, aging, sickness, and death."

He summoned the God of Healing and ordered him to study a completely new art of healing.

This technique, which uses curses and sorcery, can cause various diseases that increase with lifespan.

In this way, one will have various minor and major illnesses before death, making the death less abrupt.

The second-generation Zhuyou deity, Qiu, felt humiliated upon hearing this:

"We are actually helping him commit evil deeds, using our proud divine powers to deceive the people."

But he had no choice but to do it.

Since the emergence of age-related diseases, people have gradually become accustomed to them and no longer find them strange.

Some say, "The length of one's life is predetermined!"

Some have even concluded: "Lifespan is predetermined, but calamities will naturally follow!"

Human Race, Shamanic Myths, Lifespan Chapter

Legend has it that after the creation of the world, a god of death appeared among the shamans, counting lifespans and taking lives when the time came.

They were emaciated, with blue faces and fangs, their bodies covered in clanging bone tools, a truly terrifying sight.

However, a sudden and violent death is too abrupt. So, shamans used incantations to establish four stages of life: birth, aging, sickness, and death. With sickness as a transition, death no longer feels abrupt. Upon reading this, Hot Carp couldn't help but raise an eyebrow:
"Tsk tsk, they've monopolized the whole world, constantly revising the technology to fool the people. This technology looks so familiar to me. No wonder they're from a professional company."

“Babies who are saints like me receive the same shepherd education from childhood.”

"Death has even appeared, stripping away souls and pretending the other person's lifespan is about to end? It has a very mythical feel to it."

After all, there are no real-world factors to influence it.

It's almost inevitable that a group of indigenous people would emerge from a mythological era, with two divine and demonic tribes gaining control over oil and soul.

The only problem is:

Both of these gods are problematic individuals.

One of them came from a sect of wicked books that indulged in pleasure and lust.

One came from a powerful, aristocratic family that treated human life as worthless.

Although they have lost their memories of where they came from, their deeply ingrained personalities severely influence their behavioral logic.

at this time.

As humanity cultivated, various powerful individuals emerged, productivity increased significantly, and the era of city-states began.

The concepts of lifespan, destiny, and fate have become increasingly prevalent across the land.

Meanwhile, Qiu, the second-generation Zhuyou deity, patiently developed his abilities and married a woman named Wan, with whom he had offspring.

Perhaps because the two parents had a high affinity for the power of incantation, their child had an affinity for it as high as 96%.

His name is Ying Qing.

"I see hope for our resurgence!" Qiu said.

However, this child was mischievous and active by nature, and caused a lot of trouble when he was young.

Because of past psychological trauma, some people said, "This is bad! He's like the first Zhuyou god from back then! He's talented, but extremely evil, and he'll bring disaster to our people in the future!"

This also made Ying Qing dissatisfied.

That night, he secretly used the poison of incantation to paralyze the old man, plucked out all his beard, and stole all the sesame oil he had collected.

"Bad seed!"

"What a bad seed!"

"He looks like the first Zhuyou god from back then!"

His reputation grew increasingly tarnished throughout the tribe, but Ying Qing paid no attention and continued to do as he pleased.

He spent his childhood in this chaotic and disorderly manner.

When he came of age, he said to his father, "Our Zhuyou clan has been deliberately suppressed and has stopped progressing. This cannot continue."

"So, I plan to travel and see the world."

Qiu, the second-generation Zhuyou deity, is essentially a simple and honest factory worker.

He spent his whole life working honestly, tightening screws in a factory.

Faced with her rebellious son, she didn't know how to express herself and could only let him go.

Ying Qing left quietly one morning, wanting to experience firsthand what kind of world this was.

He traveled to various towns and began to gain a deeper understanding of the world.

"Rumor has it that shamans control souls and have overwhelmed our Zhuyou (a type of healing practice), yet there are no legends of them left in any region of the world!"

"On the contrary, the world only knows about our Zhuyou, and believes that we Zhuyou rule the world."

He found.

The art of incantation is used in many places.

The healers use puppets, medicinal oils, and sesame oils to protect the entire land.

The world believes that the Kingdom of Zhuyou is the ruler of the world.

"It seems that in order to harvest souls, they have hidden their identities, stayed behind us, pushed us to the forefront, and secretly ruled the world."

“Father, he was dragged out for a scolding every day, he had a very hard life.”

In a town, at night he saw a middle-aged wealthy merchant being infiltrated by a ghostly messenger wearing various bone artifacts.

He held a white bone whip in his left hand and a white bone talisman in his right.

With a flick of the whip, the soul is struck out, and then the White Bone Talisman is used to collect it.

"Spare me! Spare me! I have seven children. Please spare me for three days so I can settle my affairs."

After saying this, the wealthy merchant's spirit took out sesame oil and money, attempting to bribe him.

The shaman, enjoying the incense offerings with relish, said, "I'll only give you the time it takes for one incense stick to burn. Once the incense oil is gone, I won't be able to keep you here."

The wealthy merchant immediately appeared in a dream, gave his last wishes, and was then taken away.

The next morning, the sound of crying could be heard throughout the wealthy merchant's compound.

They wept over their father's death, believing it to be a natural end!

"So that's it."

"They have done so many bad things that they dare not show their faces."

"Our Zhuyou tribe, and ordinary tribespeople, are all living in great hardship!"

“We are responsible for producing sesame oil and protecting the people. We have done all sorts of hard work, while they inhale the sesame oil and seduce the people.”

Anger flashed in Ying Qing's eyes. Although she was dissatisfied, she did not want to alert the shamans and attack them.

He continued to walk, studying the world.

ten years.

Thirty years.

Fifty years.

Because he traveled around instead of cultivating himself, he soon entered middle age.

On this day, he stopped at an inn and stayed there. That night, a shaman came to take his soul.

"How dare you! I won't stop you from hooking up with ordinary people, but you've gone and hooked up with me!" he roared, intending to kill the shaman.

"Your lifespan has come to an end, yet you dare to defy me?"

Before dying, the shaman cried out with venomous resentment, "You have been marked and recorded by me. With your lifespan coming to an end, you cannot escape the order of heaven and earth!"

Ying Qing was surprised: "You represent the order of heaven and earth?"

The shaman said, "The shaman god controls the power of the souls of heaven and earth, and naturally also controls the lifespan of the souls."

"If God wants you to die tonight, you won't escape the next day."

"You defy the laws of life and death, and violate the moral order of life and death. Once captured, you will be locked in a soul jar and tortured day and night!"

Ying Qing felt that the other party had an inexplicable arrogance.

They seemed to truly regard themselves as gods.

To control the order of life and death in the universe, and to control the lifespan of humankind!

They are the order, able to arbitrarily control the length of life of living beings.

“You can’t catch me.” Ying Qing took out an ever-burning lamp.

"With this oil lamp, the underworld messengers will not be able to sense my location."

When he lit the oil lamp, the other party couldn't sense his soul's location, as if it had been hidden.

This is precisely the method he has developed over the years.

"Not enough, not enough!" He continued to lie low, and another ten years passed.

His oil lamp began to be perfected.

Furthermore, this technique was secretly passed on to some practitioners of incantation, who then used ever-burning lamps to prolong their lives.

A lamp can extend life by seven days!

It is praised by some fortune tellers and is called the Everlasting Lamp or the Longevity Lamp.

He defied fate and evaded the pursuit of the underworld officials.

However, this was only a temporary solution; Ying Qing wanted to find a tactic to counter the opponent.

He wanted to develop a healing technique that could perfectly resist the deprivation of the soul and free him from the torment of lifespan.

On this day, he walked under a tree, and happiness came to him.

"Hahahaha!"

As the sun set, a loud laugh rang out.

With a surge of spiritual energy, he suddenly gained enlightenment and broke through from the first level to the third level.

"How strange! How bizarre! They have actually developed a kind of incantation technique."

"This technique is a zombie technique!"

"The soul enters the oil, and the oil dissolves into the body."

"With the soul and body united, there are no longer three souls and seven spirits, so the underworld officials cannot pull out my soul."

"However, this method goes against the natural order, causing one to burn fat and become emaciated, like a dried-up corpse! It feels like a heat wave is hitting us!"

On this day, after sixty years of travel, a divine being emerged from the Zhuyou clan.

A sudden enlightenment can transform a person into a zombie!

Human Race, Shamanic Myths, Zombie Chapter

[Legend has it that after the shaman god ruled the world, he established the established order of life and death, demanded longevity, and became cruel and tyrannical.]

[The god Qiu, who was known as Zhuyou, had a wife named Wan, and a son named Yingqing. Yingqing was traveling on earth when he saw underworld messengers demanding souls. He had an epiphany and was reborn as a zombie, a creature that transcends morality and is not bound by lifespan.]

(End of this chapter)