"I just want to give this lifeless era a bit of vitality." God chuckled and said.
"Are you one of those rebellious revolutionary cults? I know there are those secret factions."
The Wizard King forced himself to endure the fear in his heart as he watched the gradual transformation of his own body, with horns growing out, which turned out to be adorably cute, just like two flowers,
Boom! He swelled even more.
And his skull was expanding wildly, forming an arc like an umbrella, his entire being rapidly transforming, and his head actually turned into a chubby, adorable large mushroom, his eyes rolling around.
"How did I end up returning to my original form, or even more so…" The Wizard King was in a daze.
He was a certain kind of fungal spore plant, his race was not weak, so he frantically infected and took root in other creatures, spreading fungal infections, which established his own Wizard Kingdom, a fungal nest, controlling the brain nerves of various magical creatures.
