Genesis: Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Chapter 39 God's Punishment, Unlocking the Shackles of Wisdom

I've found you, Chong Qiqi.

They're pretty good at dodging, aren't they?
On the Western mushroom shelf, Liu Jun carefully examined each mushroom and finally found one that seemed to have the ability to hide.

The reason I didn't find the worm cactus when I was cleaning the mushrooms last time was because...

It's because Liu Jun isn't good at multitasking; he's just a newly promoted, incompetent third-tier player with no real skills.

There's no way to meticulously inspect each and every one of the vast number of mushrooms.

followed by.

In terms of appearance, the other party is no different from an ordinary round little angel, so it is naturally overlooked.

But now, upon closer inspection...

You will then discover that inside this round sphere with small wings, a beautiful young girl with black angel legs curled up is hugging her legs.

Is it asleep?

Liu Jun frowned slightly as he watched this scene.

A question then arose.

How did she fake her death?
Back then, as the creator god, I looked down from the sky at that battle and witnessed her death!
Only after carefully observing the sleeping insect Qiqi in the black coffin did they learn the truth of the whole incident.

Chong Qiqi is indeed dead.

She had no plans to fake her death and escape; she truly wanted to die alongside her husband and close friends to end her life.

They really didn't use any dirty or underhanded methods.

I even felt a little guilty back then.

But then the accident happened.

In the instant of her death, Chong Qiqi, because of her lifelong scheming and hatred, inadvertently resonated with another [highly intelligent] being.

She was skilled at scheming throughout her life, a unique case of "extreme intelligence can be harmful," which she incorporated into her character.

If other divine objects were to merge into a corpse, nothing would normally happen.

However, it's different when [high intelligence] is integrated into a corpse.

The Wisdom series can endow inanimate objects with mysterious abilities such as "enlightenment," "enlightenment," and "transformation into demons."

Previously, the "Low Intelligence" had enlightened a soulless cloned brain, an amber swallowtail butterfly, which gradually gave birth to low intelligence!
The same principle applies now.

Chong Qiqi died, but her body was fused with high intelligence, re-enlightened, and regained its intelligence.

That's the truth of everything!

Liu Jun was greatly relieved upon learning this:
"It seems I misunderstood Chong Qiqi. She has a strong sense of principles and is clear about her grudges. She only wants to take revenge on Diehongjun, but she is afraid of involving other members of her clan."

Liu Jun suddenly felt that he should trust the little mushrooms he had cultivated more.

You should also have confidence in your own educational level.

He then changed his mind and said:

"I was wondering why we couldn't find Gao Zhihui. It turns out that back then, I took one, and you two each took one."

"Two butterflies wanted to commit suicide together, but one died in the future because of 'deep love is short-lived,' while the other, with high wisdom, could be said to have mastered the principle that 'extreme wisdom is harmful,' and lived a second life."

Liu Jun felt that fate was so wondrous.

Wisdom is something intangible and invisible; Liu Jun had no idea who had stolen it before.

Unless Liu Jun reaches the next 100% and chooses "High Intelligence" when selecting talents, he won't be able to retrieve the mushroom hidden in the mushroom soup.

"However, would the [High Intelligence] rather choose Insect Seven-Seven than our [Low Intelligence] and [Medium Intelligence] God of Wisdom?"

Liu Jun felt sorry for a certain fool.

In a cave.

Raphael, the child of the King and Queen of Angels and the next heir to the angelic throne, stood quietly before his mother's coffin.

Today is the anniversary of my father's and mother's death.

So many years have passed.

As Raphael wove the prayer ribbons by hand, he reflected on the events of the past few years.

then.

The mother didn't do it intentionally; she let these guys fake their deaths to escape.

Is it because they were assassinated under the Cangwu tree, and then reappeared among the angels after a while? What would God think of that?
Therefore, they could only live in anonymity until their father, mother, and all the older generation passed away before they could reappear.

Raphael himself went to the gods in the tree to confess the evil deeds his mother had committed!
Originally, after the battle against the Creator God, this group of young angels who had faked their deaths should have appeared.

It's a pity that there was an accident.

Mother, inexplicably resurrected by obtaining a treasure from the Trial of God!

This made them hesitant to return to the family's plans.

He still remembered that day: his dead mother came back to life, her wings turning black.

After my mother woke up, she seemed to have a completely different personality.

My mother became smarter and wiser, and her eyes seemed to speak volumes.

—What is there for me to think about in this foolish world?
clever.

Extreme intelligence.

In a daze, Raphael had a feeling.

This must be the true god of wisdom.

He remembered the prophet explaining that there was a kind of life in this world that was born extraordinary: a born saint.

They were precocious sages from birth, great pioneers who could lead civilization forward on their own!
After her mother revived, she looked at them with a pitying gaze:

"Now, put me in the strongest wood and bury me in the deepest soil, so that you will never touch me again."

“You should now stay away from me, because you are already being infected by my wisdom.”

"Perhaps this is the Creator God's punishment for our earthly lives."

“We crave power, so He gave us enough power to destroy the world and to destroy ourselves.”

"Never open my coffin again, for it will unleash devastating chaos. It will drive you mad, obsessive, and insane."

My mother is alive.

But she believed that she had to die for the sake of the entire Butterfly Clan.

She was immediately ordered to bury her in the most meticulous manner, as she would dedicate her life to personally suppressing this "divine object."

Under the accumulated pressure of this archangel, all the angels strictly adhered to what had happened that year and buried their mother.

and.

Because their mother was resurrected and mysteriously obtained divine treasures, they never dared to show themselves to the world again.

They remained hidden, feigning complete death, and secretly created a separate angel race.

until today.

He still can't help but reminisce about that day and the feeling of seeing his mother.

As long as he was near his mother, his consciousness became clearer and purer than ever before.

It was as if some kind of shackle had been broken, and it had come back to life completely.

It's like the blessing of wisdom from the god of wisdom back then.

"Mother, she seems to have become very beautiful after her resurrection." He has been thinking about her constantly over the years, and the more he recalls her, the more addicted he feels, and his curiosity is simply unstoppable.

A strange voice was urging him on:
That's the most beautiful thing in the world.

'This is the greatest pursuit of our Butterfly Clan'.

'Take one more look, and another look at the most beautiful thing in the world.'

'Haven't I always longed to become an archangel? My lack of wisdom prevented me from researching a new method of knot evolution to take that step. Now, with just a glance, I can possess enough wisdom.'

As if possessed, he couldn't help but gently open a small opening in the coffin in front of the tomb.

"Just a little bit is enough."

He opened a small window and became completely engrossed.

Consciousness is spinning, the whole world is becoming clear, all kinds of thoughts are colliding rapidly, and countless inspirations are bursting forth!
Comfortable.

This feels so good.

I don't know how many days or how much time has passed.

When he opened his eyes again, he found that he had taken that step and completed his transformation, from a little angel to a handsome humanoid archangel.

"I, Raphael, will be the third archangel of the angel race!"

When he returned to the cave tribe in great excitement, he saw that the little insects in the tribe no longer had their innocent, ignorant, and clear eyes.

These insects transformed into scholars.

A caterpillar scientist is using a transparent magnifying glass made of resin to study the structure of microscopic cells.

"With cells having multiple layers, could our filaments be made even thinner so they could penetrate the cells?"

"Can the cocooning of life be transformed into multiple infinite modes?"

Another caterpillar scholar was wearing a monocle, observing the flesh and blood of the creature in his hand.

"What are you doing?" Raphael shouted in terror.

The other angels also became strange and erratic, as if they were studying some new life form; they transformed from a sphere into a distorted shape.

"What happened?" Raphael asked, pulling at one of his tribesmen.

"Don't disturb my understanding of this world; I'm pursuing a higher level of beauty." The tribesman squatted in the corner, imitating himself as a flower, and gave him a cold look.

"It's over, it's over." Raphael then realized he needed to close the gap in the coffin.

But he was stopped.

Several angels sighed in disappointment: "You've gone mad. Wise gods are spreading the teachings of beauty to us, and you're stopping us from pursuing beauty."

“You’re coming into contact with something terrible,” Raphael shouted.

“No, we are learning knowledge, we are getting closer to the truth.” Childhood playmate Gilupa walked out of the room, his face full of enthusiasm.

That yearning, fanatical gaze sent a chill down Raphael's spine.

He suddenly recalled a historical account where the prophet taught the butterfly race to recognize plants, pointing to a plant and saying to them:
Drugs are addictive.

He released some kind of terrible drug, and all life near his mother's coffin was rapidly changing.

Wisdom can be spread.

They worked tirelessly, their eyes sparkling!
That's the thirst for knowledge.

An insatiable thirst for knowledge.

They saw the most beautiful thing in the world: knowledge.

Knowledge is so beautiful; it is the most beautiful thing in the entire universe.

They are exploring some mysterious things beyond comprehension.

Several angels surrounded him:
Why reject knowledge?

"You don't like this kind of beauty, so do you like it?"

"What about this?"

Raphael shook his head quickly, until he saw a project researching how angels could grow wings, which struck a chord with him:
So beautiful.

I really want to study the project that adds these wings.

Just a brief look, nothing more.
Gradually, his eyes became glazed over, and his wings began to turn black.

Click.

When Chong Qiqi awoke from her slumber, pushed open the coffin, and stepped out of the underground tribe.

I could see the smell of sulfur, gunpowder, rocks, mine carts, and even some mechanical structures in the distance.

She even saw them weaving a giant heart out of silk threads, stuffing it into a power furnace, and calling it: the Demon Heart Power Furnace.

crazy.

The world is crazy!

She couldn't help but sigh, "Great God of Wisdom, Wise God of Longevity, I am so sorry, the uncontrollable infection has begun."

A horrific disaster is spreading outwards.

Wisdom spreads.

And this wisdom, centered on the entire underground cave, continues to spread outwards.

The Cave Angels tribe has already progressed to the Steam Iron Age.

Furthermore, this group of fallen angels developed the extraordinary life-creation technology of the Demon Heart Energy.

Some tribes in the east may have begun to explore martial arts and physical cultivation.

The tribes in the south began to study astronomy, and a group of butterflies were studying the possible forms of celestial bodies.

This world has been infected by some incredible virus.

The stars twinkled in the sky.

On the ground, the butterflies yearn to stand shoulder to shoulder with the stars.

"High intelligence leads to dissemination."

"All life is turning into legendary pseudo-saints."

"A prodigy can lead ordinary children to change the times and sing their hearts out."

"And what about a group of geniuses? What will our world be like if there are no mediocre people and only madmen?"

"I have a feeling they're going to self-destruct."

She felt fear, and as she thought of those innocent and carefree children, she wanted to shut herself off.

At this moment, his son Raphael came out, his face full of longing:

"Mother, great mother of wisdom, origin of the wisdom of all angels, please grant us more wisdom and more knowledge."

Chong Qiqi kept retreating: "You have fallen, fallen because of your prejudice."

"You'll die! Can't you see? Your minds are starting to go mad. You're becoming paranoid. You're no longer the kind and loving people you once were."

But it's unclear when.

She was surrounded by black-winged angels with bright red, burning eyes, looking at her as if she were seeing the most beautiful thing in the world.

"If the beauty of acquiring knowledge is depravity, then we would rather be depraved."

"Mother, please become the queen of us fallen angels."

(End of this chapter)