Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 19 The Beauty of Angels
Angel Palace.

In the vast grassland square, a gentle breeze blows, and four huge rock sculptures stand in the center.

The statue is majestic and imposing, sitting amidst a sea of ​​flowers.

The statue consists of three round spheres with small wings on their backs, and each round head is adorned with a crown, a phoenix crown, and a prime minister's hat.

The three archangels are depicted, and the last statue is a multi-armed butterfly.

Thud~
Thud~
Among the flowers, little angels with round, winged wings were hopping and skipping.

They are clearly flying animals, but now they have become like little balls, hopping and skipping along, flapping their little wings as they hop, which is especially cute.

It must be said that the Butterfly Clan's aesthetic sense is indeed quite good.

Who says beauty has to be human?
They don't even have the concept of a human form. It would be too narrow-minded to judge other civilizations from a human perspective. They only pursue what they consider beautiful.

Where are we going to attack today?

"do not know."

"Go work in the iron smelting industry."

"Sigh, tending the stove is so tiring."

The little cuties kept interacting.

Since the angels defeated all their natural enemies, they have entered a period of recuperation.

The square outside was peaceful and serene, but inside the palace high above, the atmosphere was unusually tense.

High above, two crowned angels sat on the throne, round and plump, with a golden scepter on their left and a golden longsword hanging on their right.

It was the King of Angels, and the Archangel as Queen.

Below, a group of elderly ministers were extremely excited:
"Your Majesty, you are the King of Angels, and you have already defeated the strongest dragon."

"We are already the strongest butterfly clan, so why don't we attack the Cangwu Tree?"

"How could the first generation of butterfly species possibly be a match for us?"

"Even the lofty gods of immortality and wisdom are worthy of a battle!"

"As long as we obtain the authority of the gods, immortality, wisdom, and other treasures, we will surely become new gods, and you will surely become the greatest king of the gods."

Chong Shisan watched this scene quietly.

The veterans who fought alongside him back then have gradually changed in his presence.

Aging, pain, fear, greed
Their mental energy and strength were drained away inch by inch.

Every nerve and silk thread in the body breaks down like a musical instrument string, and this slow death makes them look hideous.

Chong Shisan's voice was dignified and calm, and he asked two questions with resounding force: "Who endowed us with wisdom, and who has delayed our aging?"

Silence fell.

Chong Shisan gazed silently at the war angels below, his expression suddenly sharpening, his voice echoing softly in the palace, "How many years have you been with me?"

The war angels below said in unison, "Twenty-one years."

Chong Shisan smiled and said, "The Angel Clan has only been established for a little over twenty years. We have already pacified the Shaxin Grassland, renamed it the Angel Grassland, defeated all kinds of dragon species, and expanded outwards. We have no rivals now."

"Now, we have fought all the species in the world, and the grasslands are full of bouncy little angels. There is only one creature left that we have not fought: those two gods."

"We called ourselves the most beautiful life. Back then, countless young green worms, with timid and innocent eyes, chased after us, saying they wanted to join us, follow our 'Angel' knot pattern, and become the most beautiful angels."

Chong Shisan calmly stated, "But now, only twenty years have passed, and we've already become this ugly."

Below, an archangel, thinking His Majesty had agreed, excitedly exclaimed, "We are so ugly that we must wage war against the gods to regain our youth and become the most beautiful beings!"

Chong Shisan shook his head. "What I mean is, we are a race that pursues beauty. Don't let us die too ugly, become too unsightly."

Upon hearing this, the war angels below trembled.

They instantly understood His Majesty's meaning.

Your Majesty does not wish to go to war.

The situation took an unexpected turn. We had thought His Majesty's earlier remarks indicated he was prepared to agree to war, but now…
Suddenly, there was a deathly silence!

Chong Shisan sighed, "Chong Bajiu, do you still remember what you said when you spun your cocoon?"

The angel below trembled; he had long since stopped using that shameful nickname.

The entire clan knows that he is an invincible seraph!
It is known as the King's Sword, the Archangel of Ninety-Nine Victories, the Angel of Punishment, and the Dragon Slayer of Power.

He was a little taken aback when he was suddenly called by his nickname.

The Seraph gathered his longsword and said in a low voice, "Your Majesty, when I was forming my cocoon, I said that I was not afraid of death."

"well."

Chong Shisan sneered, "Chong Bajiu, you're scared to death now."

His tone grew increasingly forceful, his anger palpable to the assembled officials.

The seraph was drenched in sweat, its round body dripping with perspiration, and its little wings trembled slightly uncontrollably.

Chong Shisan's gaze fell on another war angel, and he recited the nickname again:
"Insect Forty-Six, do you still remember what you told me back then?"

"Back then, you were still an insect, spinning a cocoon in the weaving garden. You proposed to change the brain structure of the secondary angel, and I said you might die. Do you remember how you answered back then?"

The following Throne angel, renowned throughout the dynasty, remained silent for a moment:

“I said, this is the divine trial for the butterfly race to become beautiful. To become beautiful, one must endure pain. Even if I die today, even if I fail, it is worth it if it can prevent other insects from following my path and become beautiful.”

The angel in the red cloak paused, then murmured softly:

"But Your Majesty, isn't this trial, ugly yet beautiful, just the way it is? I am doing this for Your Majesty! We wage war against the gods of the heavens! We will gain wisdom, we will gain immortality!"

Chong Shisan gazed at the angels below, his imposing presence terrifying, and sneered:
"Will killing the god of immortality and the god of wisdom make you beautiful?"

"If the heart is filthy, what use is it to repair a beautiful appearance? No matter how well the knot is tied, it is still an empty shell."

"If the heart of an angel becomes ugly, how can that be fair to those newborn little insects who idolize us and yearn for beauty?"

"Don't disappoint expectations, don't become ugly." The entire palace was quiet.

With his two wings folded behind him, and a golden scepter resting against his body, Chong Shisan looked down at the angels below.

The founding emperor, who once conquered the world, now looked somewhat haggard. His eyes swept over the warriors, causing them to instinctively avoid his gaze.

Those eyes seemed to see right through them.

This war king, who had conquered the world, was now radiating a fierce aura towards them, causing the ministers present to tremble with fear, as if they were about to lose their heads.

They were terrified that this person, or the third, would call out their names and bring up what happened back then.

But this one stopped calling out names; its voice suddenly became hoarse, filled with helplessness.

“You are all skilled warriors, and now you want to fight, to wage war, to storm the Cangwu Tree. Have you thought about the consequences?”

“We call ourselves messengers of heavenly wisdom, possessing unparalleled beauty and wisdom, yet you have not considered the consequences at all.”

"Some orders, once broken, can never be restored."

“Once we start fighting amongst ourselves and live ugly lives just to survive, even if we win, we will still be afraid of other tribesmen overthrowing us when we are on the Cangwu tree.”

Is it meaningful to live a life of fear and pain?

"When we set this precedent for internal strife, we will be the eternal sinners of the entire race's civilization, and the entire Butterfly Clan will be changed because of us."

"Having lost its purity and faith, its heart becomes ugly. The little insects will no longer fly like moths to a flame, no longer pursue beauty, and will rush towards the fire of civilization with their deaths."

"You're only making all the little insects millions of years from now ugly, so they won't be able to break out of their cocoons and become butterflies."

"Everyone here is a master of line trading, but there are some lines you must not touch, much less even think about!!"

At this point, his mental energy coalesced into a monstrous killing intent that swept across the entire palace.

“You brainless fools have set a bad precedent, and your descendants will only be ugly caterpillars, covered in sharp thorns, filthy and vile, always thinking about fighting amongst themselves, and never able to shed their beautiful colors again.”

"Excessive greed will cause us to lose the backbone of our race and our beauty."

He glared angrily at the ministers who followed him.

"You angels! You've forgotten your roots! You're all ugly and stinking!"

His thoughts surged, and he pointed his sword at the square outside.
"The beauty we should pursue is to be transformed into statues of heroes and martyrs, which will remain forever in that square outside."

"Let our beauty and splendor remain in the murals, in the epics, and in the songs, so that future generations may witness our glory."

"A fleeting moment is eternal."

May your youth last forever.

Chong Shisan's high-pitched voice suddenly softened.

"This is true beauty."

The entire venue was completely silent.

They watched silently as the King of Angels exuded a powerful aura that captivated their senses.

A single glance filled them with dread.

A conversation made them feel guilty and extremely afraid.

They are uprooting themselves; they are breaking the backbone of their race.

Chong Shisan pointed to the butterfly statue of the prophet behind him.

"The late emperor bestowed upon us wisdom."

"The prophet teaches us knowledge."

"Poetry, books, etiquette, law, manners, integrity, and filial piety are meant to help us think critically, not to corrupt us morally."

"We are angels."

Chong Shisan's voice suddenly weakened, and he sighed softly, "But I am the King of Angels, the most beautiful creature in the world."

"You shouldn't have done that, you really shouldn't have!"

The voice suddenly changed.

"All ministers, heed my command."

A sudden silence fell over the room as everyone awaited instructions.

"Seraphim, Thrones, Powers, and Virtues are plotting a rebellion, harming the country and its people, and committing a crime that will last for ages, destroying the spirit of my Butterfly Clan. But considering their contributions to the founding of the nation, they are all dismissed from their posts and placed under house arrest in prison."

As the voice rang out, all the war angels below who had intended to rebel fell silent. Suddenly, they felt their energy and spirit dissipate, and they almost collapsed to the ground.

Half a day later.

After all the officials were placed under house arrest, the palace was completely empty.

The Archangel beside him, Insect Thirty, whispered, "Do we really have to do this? We can clearly..."

Looking at his former comrades-in-arms, then at his Empress Chong Qiqi and the multi-handed butterfly, Chong Shisan became completely serious with his three comrades-in-arms, "Don't mention it again."

Chong Shisan took a deep breath, his expression revealing a sense of helplessness.

He vaguely guessed that perhaps one of his three comrades had given him a secret instruction, which led to what happened today.

But here are his heroes.

He has a wife.

He has children.

He had comrades-in-arms who fought alongside him through thick and thin.

He cannot kill.

It's even more important not to say it out loud.

The King of Angels turned around, and a sigh followed.

(End of this chapter)