Starting with Growing Mushrooms

Every god is conceptual.

They each perfectly match the personalities found in Mythical Stories.

Even their abilities are perfectly aligned, without deviation.

The thief god before him, self-proclaimed as the God of Merchants, further confirmed the Lone King’s hypothesis due to his lack of attack capability.

He has no offensive ability; he can only steal!

So, how do you prevent being stolen from?

He recalled various pickpocketing incidents from his childhood, and two strategies immediately came to mind.

1. Don’t let the opponent get close, so the thief cannot act!

2. If theft is unavoidable, just let him... steal the wrong item.

"Since it aligns with the rules of thieving, when many thieves steal, they often mistakenly grab the wrong thing when reaching into pockets."

"For example, wanting to touch a wallet but grabbing a communication phone or a storage box."

His gaze sharpened suddenly; the Lone King’s response was very quick,

As soon as he had the thought, he saw the God of Merchants had silently appeared beside him.

He reached out and touched.

"It’s here!" A terrifying feeling crawled up the Lone King’s spine; the next moment he hurriedly reallocated other things within his body.

Having once experienced being robbed, he instantly attempted to adjust his position and replace what was being stolen.

In the next moment.

The God of Merchants gave a soft exclamation, seemingly grasping some different sort of item, "Is this your painful memory from work?"

"Hahahaha!"

"Yes, I succeeded!"

The Lone King laughed heartily, boldly and uninhibited.

Evidently, he had already found a way to deal with theft,

"If obliteration can’t form my barrier,"

"Then I’ll use my memories, dreams, knowledge, talent... to become the protective barrier, become the chip to defeat you!"

His eyes burned with fierce determination, "Gods must ultimately be restrained by obliteration barriers!"

"And now, I have a new obliteration barrier!"

"Dreams, ambitions, love, family... how many things can stop me?" The God of Merchants looked deeply at him,

"Then you will become someone who loses everything, someone who can only drool and cannot be cured, a fool."

"Damned thief!" With a loud bang, the Lone King began to draw from his storage treasures, converging a Tao Spirit formed of shackles.

Knives, spears, swords, sticks...

From him there emerged eight arms, each holding a useful weapon.

Then, various inner lining, outer armor, boots, hair crown, gloves... these various types of Tao Spirits swiftly enveloped him.

"Since you don’t have any attack power, I can confidently choose an aggressive Tao Spirit set without defensive power."

His voice was full of vigor, resounding and firm.

Being fully equipped, he suddenly became immense, like wearing a super armor called Cosmic Battleship.

The God of Merchants raised his head.

In an instant, he heard those Eighth Tier Tao Spirits worn on his body make various sounds:

"Is it him?"

"After we defeat him, I want something delicious"

"I want something fun"

"I want beauties"

....

All sorts of chaotic sounds echoed.

Liu Jun looked surprised at the other’s new form, instantly understanding the significance of Shackled Realm strong individuals rushing to the front lines.

It turns out, the young prodigies from those civilization trains are creating various equipment called "Tao Spirits" for them.

No wonder he hardly saw any of those so-called shackled strong individuals; they had turned into close-fitting equipment for these strong ones, sacrificing in another form.

Though it seems quite reasonable.

They practice Ancient Techniques, only cultivating their own Daoist Bodies.

This is their inherent power.

Young people practice new techniques, transforming into various Shackled Realm Tao Spirits, becoming their handy weapons.

This is external power.

The combination of internal and external boosts their combat effectiveness.

Looking at the other’s gaze, the Lone King’s expression briefly showed a hint of silence, "As gods loftily above, how would you know our suffering?"

"We had no choice, a barren environment, terrifying enemies... all we could do initially was find ways to survive."

"Even survival, can only be a luxury."

"The Cosmos is immense, we need plenty of manpower, lurking in various cosmic regions, so we do not become blind."

"These simply and quickly trained, impaired yet mass-producible Eighth Tier in Shackled Realm are the best lookout soldiers."

"After their death, the Tao Spirits they leave behind also become our weapons."

"Only by exhausting all our strength to struggle, surviving in this quagmire... can all the civilizations in the Cosmos have a chance to survive under destiny’s hand."

"We all burn ourselves at our most suitable positions, illuminating the future."

He continued to express.

The God of Merchants nodded, "I’ve seen, indeed you front-line warriors carry the dreams of everyone."

He looked at the other’s gear of top-grade Tao Artifacts.

Every piece of dream carries the weight of 2000~3000 Tao Spirits.

Under such empowerment, one can imagine how terrifyingly his combat power would be empowered by dreams.

"Everyone! For the dreams of our civilization... fight!" The Lone King shouted.

Arising from his body were sounds rising and falling:

"Indeed, for dreams!"

"My father sacrificed himself during an espionage battle to transmit the message; before dying, he threw out me as a Tao Spirit, I will inherit his will and fight for the cosmos’ ascension!"

"We are all orphans, our fathers were lonely beacons in the Cosmos lighting regions, illuminating the map of the entire Cosmos... they were all great civilization fighters."