Starting with Growing Mushrooms

At this moment, the Green Staff Emperor, who was gulping down one nutrient solution after another, spoke.

Beside this Emperor was a medical team, continually injecting various medicines into him, attaching IV drips, and applying various medical patches.

Under such exquisite top-tier medical skills and at great cost, his injuries were, surprisingly, healing at an unimaginable speed.

This sight sent a hint of terror through Amoka, who was entangled from afar, and he thought to himself:

"These guys, I couldn’t kill them instantly, and they actually recovered!"

In an instant, he had the thought of leaving.

Since failure was highly probable, he didn’t want to risk his own life, nor did he want to tangle with the natives here.

With this thought, he decisively fled into the Death World, starting his escape.

"Trying to leave?"

"He can only stay for a hundred seconds before he comes out."

"Calculate his speed for me, and determine the exact coordinates where he’ll drop out of the Death World after a hundred seconds, then send people to all directions to capture him!"

The message fell.

The Emperor of the Eighth Tier Civilization Empire was clearly enraged.

As one of the three strongest Emperors of this Cosmic Layer, it was the first time he suffered such a loss, so how could he let the other party leave?

"Run, indeed. Run."

"Let me see who exactly is behind such a small Seventh Tier adversary."

The Green Staff Emperor’s eyes showed a hint of killing intent, and he turned around.

He entered a certain secret chamber and awakened a few elders heavily sealed in the nutrient pods.

A haunting, aged voice echoed: "Who is it... Ah, it’s Green Staff."

Green Staff respectfully said, "It’s the annual dimensional ascension period again."

"Oh, weren’t we not ascending?"

"Indeed, little Green Staff. If we were to go up, we would have already caught up with the civilization’s train and moved on to higher trials."

They had long stood at the pinnacle of the first trial, but for various reasons, they chose not to press forward.

But Green Staff...

This young Emperor, however, was preparing to follow the current period’s train to rush to the second Trial Universe Layer.

"Are you preparing to leave? So, you awakened us?"

"No," Green Staff said. "With this dimensional ascension, the civilization arrived with a civilization train... bringing forth entirely new unknown powers."

"A civilization called God... entered with a train and almost allowed a mere Seventh Tier mortal to kill me."

"What?" The aged voice suddenly flipped open the nutrient pod, letting out a shocked voice:

"A civilization just preparing to undergo dimensional ascension managed to hurt you so?"

Soon, the group saw the entire walkthrough projection of Amoka’s attack.

An indescribable excitement surged in their hearts; wealth moves people’s hearts, and such power was too enticing.

"Contact the supreme council of the Empire and activate the world-destroying level weapons."

"Mobilize all military forces and pursue relentlessly this attacker, tracking down the civilization behind him."

Soon, under the mobilization of all military forces of the entire three strongest Green Sand Empires of the cosmos, a full-scale military war began to unfold slowly.

At the meeting.

Soon, the other two empires were gathered, the Green River Empire, and the Green Wood Empire.

The more they lacked something, the more they wanted to show they possessed it; without exception, all three empires of this cosmos missed that verdant and lush environment.

Soon, in the massive conference room.

"Everyone, you are all the top experts from this universe."

"Some of you are from past civilizations’ dimensional ascension, staying at the first Desert Universe Layer, and some are natives proliferated from ancient remnant civilizations."

The speaker was the Green Staff Emperor, who was gathering all available resources, preparing to join forces to seize this big cake.

Below, some were experts of mechanical civilizations, while others hailed from barbarian civilizations that valued primitive melee combat, even wearing nothing but animal skins.

There were physics-loving brutes, technology-enthusiast scientists, and starry sky swordsmen who practiced mind-controlled flying swords.

They were all top-tier experts from various civilizations, and their target was only one:

Amoka.

"It’s already been clarified that he’s from some remote desert bandits. According to available information, he raided a city-state named Lisha a few months ago when he was just an ordinary weakling bound by seven shackles."

"Just a few months?" someone gasped, "and he turned into this monster?"

Challenging the Eighth Tier as a Seventh Tier, this was not a battle of the same echelon.

This was not on the same level.

This was an absolute display of a civilization’s foundation, technological strength!

Because everyone knew, only a civilization dimension crushing to a desperate level could achieve this rate.

For example, a Seventh Tier civilization could casually drop a spaceship, enabling a weakling from a Third Tier civilization to pilot that spaceship to defeat a Sixth Tier strong person.

This is based on a vast chasm in civilization!

Everyone, thinking about this, carefully watched the combat footage of Amoka, breathing more heavily, eyes full of awe.

God...

The God mentioned by the other party, what dimension of existence could it be?

Another small dwarf emitting metallic, colorful gloss questioned:

"Are you sure? A civilization that just underwent dimensional ascension, riding the dimensional train... has the power to threaten our Eighth Tier?"

"Yes."

The Green Staff Emperor took a deep breath, analyzing Amoka’s combat footage frame by frame,

"This person possesses a bunch of vague, conceptual items granted to him, which can be seen only as a phantom when worn."

"How would you describe it? It’s like the games you play; some top-tier equipment doesn’t need to be worn on the body, as long as they’re in the item slot they’re effective!"