Starting with Growing Mushrooms-Chapter 399 - 309: Sorrow

"No, why, why does no one believe me..."

The child’s voice gradually filled with jealousy and madness, screaming hoarsely:

"I, Madra, only want a father, just one father is enough."

"You gave birth to me, yet no one is willing to acknowledge me, no one is willing to be my father..."

The infant who called himself Madra, his innocent yet venomous crying was as sharp as a banshee’s howl,

"I was born into this world, clearly only wanting a warm home..."

"And what about you? You only see me as a monster born from the ninth trial and try to destroy it, harvesting me as a trophy of the ninth trial, treating me as the Demon King!"

It roared, cried, listening to the curses of anger from the whole world directed at it, the insults becoming increasingly unbearable.

Its voice echoed in God’s ears.

God remained silent, gently spreading his five fingers, turning into a palm,

"There is no absolute right or wrong in this world, it’s just that your birth has blocked everyone’s path to ascension..."

"You were born from the collapse of the twelve chains of the world, born amidst the chaos of order, not meant to enter this world..."

Boom!

The palm suddenly transformed into a raging wind and slapped down.

"Moreover, child, you are too ugly."

God grinned, revealing a mouth full of brutal saw-like sharp teeth, "Your own art style is bizarre enough, but you’ve changed my art style to be so bizarre as well."

A white, crystalline, jade-like hand gently slapped down, exceedingly broad, with long, eerie greenish-black nails, seemingly containing unfathomable power.

The infant’s phantom was suddenly sent flying backward.

Utilizing the power of chaos to obliterate the mysterious force deep within, then casting a resentful glance at God before disappearing without a trace.

"This peculiar little thing, it runs really fast."

God slightly frowned.

"Is this abstract world which errs in style, a twisted parallel space-time theme?"

Before him was a world akin to a terrifying dark fairy tale art style.

The trees, flowers, and plants were not the rounded type of the real world, but full of thorns.

Due to the laws of this world, even the teeth of life forms were not round, but everyone had a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Even I, God, have had my art style changed by the fundamental laws of this world?"

God parted his lips, discovering his mouth had turned into a set of sharp teeth glinting with a cold light, his art style now angular and edgy.

The five nails have also become slender and greenish-black.

It seems I’ve unlocked a new form: Eerie God.

Everything feels as if living in those creepy worlds depicted in dark-style comics.

The foundational code of this world is downright ugly!

As for why this infant created the Longevity Tree, and why during the ancient Butterfly Race’s valley era, Xiangtuo Mo felt insulted at a glance?

Because the butterflies there, the art style was also too peculiar.

The Butterfly Queen of his had a mouthful of sharp teeth.

"Even though you’ve tried hard to please the gods, luring them with the images they desire to help you, it’s unfortunate... your art style determined how this twisted parallel space-time gets seen through immediately."

...

"Damn God!"

Madra drifted aimlessly within the world, listening to the voices of everything within his world.

Someone roared:

’My wife died, all because of that terrifying crying.’

’My mother also died, that monster, I will kill It!!!’

Someone was horrified: ’Its birth cry killed 99% of life in the cosmos, this level of monster is not on the same level as the previous eight trials.’

Someone retained pride, ’Hmph, is this the price we must pay for gaining power? We must defeat this monster? If so, let’s defeat It together!’

Someone analyzed calmly:

"This is a twisted world! I feel that the laws of heaven and earth are filled with resentment, gray, and despair, not the world we want!"

Another calmly stated:

"Gentlemen, starting from the ninth trial, the world type selection began!"

"We are like a world train, traveling along into a wrong world platform... we must kill the world’s will to proceed to the tenth trial, otherwise, if we stop, our world will forever transform into this type!"

Theoretically, the twelve trials of the world.

Even achieving just the ninth trial elevates their existence.

Though halting at the ninth trial results in them staying in a more despairing world.

World elevation.

It’s like passing through one wrong world after another to reach the desired world!

Someone responded:

"Yes, defeat the monster at this platform, and we can restart the train, enter the tenth trial, to a new type of world at the next platform, hopefully a correct world!"

"If not correct, then continue onward, to the eleventh trial’s world, and the twelfth trial’s world..."

"All the way forward, surely there is a world type that is the perfect Seventh Tier home we yearn for! A place with no internal struggles, where everyone strives to grow stronger, happy and fulfilled!"

The strong heroes discussed amongst themselves, their expressions gradually becoming resolute.

"Everyone, let’s defeat him together!"

"Besides, we have the gods, steering the direction of the train. Under their guidance, we’ll surely sail to the perfect destination!"

The hatred from the death of family and loved ones ignited a burning fighting spirit in everyone.

Listening to those discussions, Madra’s hatred grew: "Why, why..."

Higher-dimensional monsters, evil demons born from a wrong world, nameless demon gods twisting parallel space-time...

That’s how they all call me.

Why was I destined to die from birth?

"No! I can’t let them leave my station. I must make them stop! Stop at the type of world I’m in! Otherwise, if they continue to run the train, I will die!"

Madra’s expression gradually became resolute, "Then let’s fight! If we don’t fight, we can’t survive!"

"Let’s stop their world elevation process here and let it stay in my world of the Ninth Trial!"

His voice gradually turned cold and severe.

This newborn baby must also fight for his own survival.

"I will defeat you all, and twist the beings and gods of the world so they all become my beloved subjects. As the will of heaven and earth in this world, I will grow up under the protection of the gods!"

"Every one of you will be incredibly happy."

"I will also be happy."

The next moment, the world twisted, "And for this happiness, now you must first taste pain."

This child’s eyes grew increasingly demonic, spiraling into extremes due to disappointment in his fathers.

He gradually metamorphosed into a massive baby, floating in mid-air, with the grievances of heaven and earth forming a powerful radiation.

Almost every block of the world was twisted into various shapes by his grievances.

He, like an abstract painter, distorted abstract deserts, forests, oceans, and starry skies. 𝕗𝕣𝐞𝐞𝘄𝐞𝚋𝚗𝗼𝘃𝗲𝗹.𝚌𝕠𝚖

By merely standing there, it was as if the entire world was pressing down.

"Such a powerful aura!"

"Such violent demonic qi!"

"Indeed, the Twelve Trials, a classic challenge for heroes, the world-boss Demon King is indeed an indispensable element!"

"Another Demon King? Hahaha, it truly fits the style of our Magic World!"

Though the opponent emitted an inexplicable, sinister aura, just a glance was enough to make the entire world’s Seventh Tier feel parched with fear from the depths of their hearts.

It seemed like he was the heaven of this world, the will of all things, inducing a terrifying illusion of defying the world.

But facing such a god-demon-like monster, with cold, ruthless eyes, all the Seventh Tier powerhouses felt no fear.

"Everyone, let’s go together."

Wolf glanced at the people of the Chaos Sect around him and slowly spoke:

"Even before, despite no path, everyone went madly forward. Now the path is before us; if death comes, it comes. Do you still want to return to the Sixth Tier?"

A nearby powerhouse sneered: "If the world collapses, it’s not as simple as falling back to the Sixth Tier. If the world is destroyed, who can escape? We can only fight to the death!"

One by one, mighty warriors resembling war gods stepped forward continuously, gradually amassing momentum to jointly combat the world beast named Madra.

Hundreds and thousands of emerging Seventh Tier warriors, heroes of the Divine Era, charged forward densely like a swarm of a hundred thousand Celestial Soldiers and Generals.

The battle exploded in an instant.

"It’s useless, I am the heavens and the earth."

Madra looked down at the ever-nearing god-demon army and with one slap, countless newly ascended Seventh Tier powerhouses fell like dumplings in this Magic World.

In their severe injuries, their lives were twisted, their memories altered, rapidly becoming the eerie soldiers under Madra’s command.

"It has no meaning."

Madra was like a beehive, with every powerhouse defeated by him being twisted and transformed into a member under his command rushing to attack.

"Kill, kill, kill!"

Madra’s eyes brimmed with killing intent, causing chaos, as if he was about to sweep through the world’s powerhouses single-handedly.

He easily evaded even the chaos conjured by joint attacks.

...

In the abode of the gods.

Watching the changes in the outside Magic World, the gods were troubled.

The missing Bal and the Goddess of Destiny also returned here, looking at this enemy, "Xiangtuo Mo, aren’t you going to help them?"

Xiangtuo Mo shook his head, "If they can’t even complete the Ninth Trial which requires the finale of the gods, then the future is worrisome."

In Xiangtuo Mo’s eyes.

If the gods need to step in now, what about the following trials?

Do we really need to invite God and the Longevity Divine Spirit to intervene?

But will they really make a move?

They might not!

They can securely enter the next era, survive the reopening of chaos, so why would they intervene and cause themselves trouble?

To those two, regardless of the world type or its current state, it is ultimately destined to be destroyed, merely an era’s transformation.

Xiangtuo Mo, the God of Knowledge, explained, causing the gods to be deeply concerned.

"The Ninth Trial indeed is not meant for the gods to appear."

"This is the grand parade of our era. The earth’s strongest force, the Chaos Sect, must rise to the occasion."