Starting with Growing Mushrooms-Chapter 452 - 355: Time Piggy Bank, Creator
"What is that?"
"The Creator God?"
Everyone looked up, their expressions varied, staring at the sky.
The last Divine Trial was hundreds of years ago when the Chaos Disaster struck.
Now 80% of the population in the Immortal Path world are the new generation, having never witnessed that ancient legend, only seeing the description of the Creator God in history.
"I wonder what kind of Divine Object will be birthed?"
"It should be an Immortal Path Divine Object, a Time Divine Object..."
In an instant, everyone began discussing.
Even though various sects flourished during this time, Pure Yang True Immortal Xu Changsheng’s plan was still agreed upon by most people.
Just as everyone was incredibly astonished.
Inside the Longevity Tree, the Longevity God on the throne watched silently from another perspective, overlooking three new mushrooms brewed from the Mushroom Soup.
"It’s time for another long-awaited three choices."
The first mushroom turned out to be a coin piggy bank.
[Accumulate Over Years]: You can slightly store time.
Introduction:
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From birth, each time I was hit, the jumping number appeared in my mind.
It was like some unknown deposit, naturally accumulating.
As a child, I always thought I was special, the chosen one from stories.
But as the years went by, I grew up, realizing how ordinary and mediocre I was.
"So, this dialog box, is it just recording the number of times I’ve been hit!?"
"What is this, mocking me?"
Twenty years later, looking at this number [61] under his eyes, Magaras finally stopped fantasizing.
He understood he belonged to the most ordinary, the most useless group among the whole Xiro civilization.
Beaten because of his ugliness from an early age, becoming a target for bullying, orphaned, living like in Hell without friends or family.
Upon growing up, he joined an interstellar miner team, marrying an equally ordinary wife.
Voyaging, mining, returning.
Until the year of his seven hundredth birthday, he discovered his homeland in the Xiro civilization was attacked by a fleet.
The entire star sea turned into ruins, every minute, every second, many clansmen were hunted down.
Even Magaras’s returning mineral spaceship was targeted, bombarded by a Star-annihilating Cannon, causing the entire ship to explode.
"Run!" The captain of the mineral spaceship shouted.
But it was already too late.
The attack instantly landed on top.
The ship exploded.
[+700.]
[Time filled, now reversing.]
An unprecedented number appeared in his mind.
When Magaras awoke from endless unconsciousness, he found himself turned into a newborn baby, crying in the ruins of Xiro civilization.
At this time, Magaras still didn’t understand why he survived.
Until...
A logistic interstellar unit responsible for cleaning up the aftermath discovered him.
"Hmph, in this Fifth Tier Xiro civilization ruins, there’s still such a worthless thing surviving?"
"Although I don’t know how he escaped such an attack, it doesn’t matter, it’s nothing more than killing him once more."
An attack came.
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"How’s this possible? While attacking him, my brain swiftly turned, countless inspirations erupted, as if entering a state of enlightenment!"
"Me too, every time I attack him, I grow stronger once!"
These two strong men cleaning up the civilization ruins looked at Magaras as if discovering the most precious treasure.
Magaras was like a Dao-enlightenment stone!
Only by attacking him with methods that cause grievous injury, would "experience," "knowledge," "technique," and other attributes explode.
"What are you intending to do?"
Facing these two fervent gazes, Magaras retreated in horror.
"Hahaha!"
They began crazily attacking Magaras, "Hit him!"
Rain-like fists landed on him, as Magaras ran, they chased.
"Stop running, kid!"
"Hahaha, what exactly are you? Hitting you is simply addictive!"
"I feel that by continually attacking you, I’m about to break through to the next realm!" 𝗳𝚛𝗲𝕖𝕨𝕖𝗯𝚗𝚘𝕧𝕖𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝕞
Magaras was pinned to the ground and beaten fiercely.
One day, two days, three days...
Time flew by, the sun rose and set.
"Why have our fists slowed?"
"I’ve grown a beard?"
"Wait, why is my hand withered like an old man?"
"I’m aging, what kind of curse is this?"
At this time, Magaras looked at these elderly men beating him, finally understanding.
Those guys, every time they attacked him, they lost a year from their lifespan.
Time flowed rapidly over them.
This made their thoughts, foundation, recognition, naturally accelerate.
But the cost was rapid aging and death.
Magaras also gained +1 time deposit with each of their lifespan minus one.
He was like a piggy bank, storing "time gold coins" in him as they attacked him, ding-ding.
Using these coins, he could reverse his lifespan at will, returning to the past of this body.
"Is this how it is?"
Magaras chose not to seek trouble with the fleet that destroyed his civilization, knowing he wasn’t a match.
"Although every attack deposits on me, they become addicted and gradually die of old age."
"But when facing a true strongman, I might be killed instantly! Where’s the time to slowly deposit?"
During the subsequent time, Magaras attempted to train.
His qualifications were poor.
Unconsciously, a thousand years passed, he began to age.
Feeling his body’s decay, he chose to seek some small animals in the forest to attack him.
