Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan looked at the dark red branch in his hand.

The veins beneath the skin pulsate rhythmically, conveying genuine signs of life.

Without hesitation, he communicated with the core of consciousness and sent the branch into the Wasteland God Realm.

Target location: Beside the Blood Pool in the Abyss.

The scorched earth cracked.

The branches fell into the soil, which was full of bone and blood residue.

The moment it came into contact with the blood, the previously withered branches suddenly plunged deep into the soil.

At a speed visible to the naked eye, the dark red trunk broke through the soil.

The bark exhibits a strange, muscular texture.

Lin Yuan hovered in mid-air, looking down.

Lei Yan's words gave him great inspiration.

Ordinary deities treat believers like sheep, showering them with warmth and care, fearing they might go hungry or cold.

They're throwing all sorts of environmental cards and shelter cards into it, practically trying to build a utopia.

They also have to calculate the believers' happiness index every day, for fear that they might become depressed and stop generating faith points.

But this is wasteland.

Resources are scarce, and toxic gases permeate the air.

Cultivating organisms in a greenhouse here is purely a case of brainstem deficiency.

In the Wasteland God Realm, believers must be Gu worms.

Lin Yuan raised his hand and reactivated the flow of the hourglass of time for the remaining two years.

Golden sand cascaded through the sky, blurring into the distance.

As time accelerated, he issued the coldest divine decree since the beginning of time.

"My family."

A tremendous sound exploded in the sky above the basin.

Eight hundred petrified goblins knelt on the ground in unison, their foreheads pressed tightly against the scorching hot earth.

"From this day forward, the gods will no longer provide protection."

"The wasteland does not nurture waste. The old, weak, sick, and disabled, who cannot withstand the baptism of the blood pool, are dragged directly under the divine tree after death and turned into nutrients."

"Only the strong deserve to live. And only those who live deserve to eat their fill."

The oracle descended, showing no mercy, only the naked law of the jungle.

The goblins did not resist.

They are inherently intellectually deficient and violence-loving creatures.

Upon hearing the divine oracle, their eyes blazed with an even more fervent light.

The flow of time began to accelerate wildly.

The Abyssal Flesh Tree grows at a terrifying rate.

The tree roots burrowed deep into the soil around the blood pool, greedily absorbing the corpses of mutated cockroaches that had died in battle, the excrement of goblins, and even the remains of their own kind.

It welcomes all comers.

Soon, a giant tree, fifty meters tall, rose from the ground.

Among the dark red leaves, fist-sized "Abyss Flesh Fruits" with a strong, bloody aroma are growing.

The closed-loop ecosystem has been officially formed.

The weak die in battle, and their bodies are dragged under trees to be used as fertilizer.

The tree absorbs nutrients and produces fleshy fruits with a high concentration of qi and blood.

The strong devour the flesh fruit, then enter the blood pool to temper themselves, becoming even stronger.

The entire basin has become a giant meat grinder.

The goblins engaged in a fierce infighting over the flesh fruit and to gain a better position closer to the blood pool.

Every day, goblins have their bones broken and throats ripped apart by their companions.

If a piece of fleshy fruit falls to the ground, it will often trigger a gang fight between a dozen or so goblins.

A strong goblin eyed the half-fruit of flesh that his companion had just snatched.

Without a word, it swung its bone spear and pierced the opponent's shoulder.

The goblin, pierced through, did not flinch. It opened its mouth, dripping with strong acid, and bit off several of the attacker's fingers.

In the end, the stronger goblin smashed his opponent's skull with his fist.

Then it grabbed the fleshy fruit covered in brain matter and swallowed it whole, before dragging its companion's corpse with one hand and throwing it towards the roots of the rotting flesh tree.

The tree roots coiled around the body like living things, and within seconds they sucked the corpse dry.

Newborn goblins grow rapidly in the midst of battle, while older individuals are eliminated and turn into mush.

The population base has not experienced explosive growth again.

Under the brutal process of survival of the fittest, the number of goblins has been firmly capped at the saturation limit of 1000.

This is not because they cannot give birth.

Rather, the entire basin's resource output is just enough to support a thousand top-tier predators.

The five-year evolutionary period has come to an end.

The golden hourglass in the sky shattered completely, turning into spots of light and dissipating.

Lin Yuan's consciousness fully descended back into the Divine Realm.

The sight before him made his heart skip a beat.

The basin has been transformed into a rugged and menacing war fortress.

Giant charred rocks were crudely piled up to form towering walls.

The wall was covered with the sharp forelegs of mutated cockroaches, with dried bits of meat hanging on them.

Inside the walled area.

A full thousand monsters stood ramrod straight, arranged in a neat square formation.

They have completely broken away from the category of "petrified goblins".

All of them are over two meters tall.

The rock-like skin, after being repeatedly tempered by the blood pool and flesh fruit, underwent a genetic mutation.

Now, they are covered with a layer of obsidian scales that are as black as ink and reflect a cold luster.

Sharp barbs grow on joints such as shoulders, elbows, and knees.

[Race renamed: Obsidian Goblin (Variant)]

Average Rank: Iron 8-star / Iron 9-star

【Characteristics: Extreme Bloodlust, Stone Skin Armor (Advanced Version), Pain Shield, Acid Corrosion, Boiling Blood Frenzy】

Everyone's at the high-level Iron rank!

These gray goblins, once defined as "unrecyclable waste," are now intertwined with the descriptions of this wasteland and the forest.

It forcefully crossed the barriers of life and transformed into a war machine.

What surprised Lin Yuan even more was the figure standing at the very front of the formation.

Height exceeded four meters.

It was a whole size larger than a regular obsidian goblin.

Dark red flames continuously spewed out from the gaps in the obsidian scales on its back.

It was not carrying any weapons.

A pair of enormous fists were covered with thick scabs of blood.

It stood there, the surrounding air distorted by the intense heat.

The other goblins held it in absolute awe and dared not approach within three meters of it.

This is the absolute Gu King who, through five years of frenzied battles, tore apart hundreds of challengers with his bare hands and fought his way out by stepping on the corpses of his own kind.

A hero-level unit that has surpassed the racial limit.

Lin Yuan opened the detailed panel of the giant beast.

[Name: Unnamed (Hero Unit)]

[Race: Obsidian Goblin (Variant)]

[Rank: Bronze One Star]

【Characteristic: Command (Can exert bloodline suppression on lower-ranking members of the same race, forcibly boost the morale of nearby allies, and is immune to low-level mental control.)】

[Pain immunity: Completely sever pain receptors; fight to the last drop of blood as long as the brain is not destroyed.]

[Super-fast regeneration: Without a broken heart, severed limbs can be remodeled in an extremely short time.]

[Acid corrosion: Body fluids are highly acidic.]

[Absolute Strength: Physical strength surpasses that of conventional creatures of the same level by 300%.]

[Berserk Fury: Grants a temporary power boost of 500%.]

Lin Yuan looked at the long list of entries and was extremely satisfied.

He lowered his consciousness and hovered directly above the giant beast.

The behemoth raised its head, the bloodthirsty red light in its eyes subsided, and its body collapsed to its knees.

His knees slammed into the scorched earth, creating two deep craters.

"Great Lord," it said in a hoarse, halting voice.

"From this day forward, your name is Tyrant."

Lin Yuan's voice echoed throughout the basin.

"You will command the First Legion of the Wasteland, and for your and my glory, you will crush all obstacles."

The tyrant raised his head, pounded his chest with both fists, and let out a deafening roar.

"roar--!!!"

A thousand obsidian goblins simultaneously raised their weapons and roared to the sky.

The sound waves overturned the ashes above the basin.

Thus, the Wasteland God Realm not only solved the crisis of insufficient ecology.

It also completed its transformation from a "primitive cannon fodder tribe" to a "war machine".

Lin Yuan exited the Divine Realm space.

The bedroom lights were still dim.

Lin Yuan glanced at the terminal on his wrist.

In the upper right corner of the screen, a prominent countdown timer is ticking.

[The "Divine Realm Defense Simulation Battle" will begin in 23 hours and 45 minutes.]

Only one day left.

Lin Yuan casually opened the class group and the school forum.

It was already in complete chaos inside.

The entire freshman class was wailing and discussing how to survive a few more minutes in this military-sponsored meat grinder.

"Help! My slime can't even digest a tough bone. If it encounters an Abyssal Wolf tomorrow, won't it be devoured like a bursting, pissing beef ball?"

"Anyone have extra iron ore? I'll buy it at a high price! I need to get a few breastplates for my orcs!"

"Stop struggling, hurry up and find Squad Leader Li Xiuqi or Zhao Tianze to sign a contract of servitude. Being a dog for the big boss will at least get you some participation points."

Lin Yuan casually crossed out these amusing comments.

He leaned back in his chair, took a deep breath, and unconsciously clenched his fists.

The joints made a crisp popping sound.

A faint trace of dark red blood energy flashed and disappeared from his fingertip.

His current physical abilities have been improved by the combined efforts of a thousand obsidian goblins and bronze-level tyrants.

He pushed it to a point where even he himself couldn't fathom the bottom.

"One thousand Tier 2 units, all with additional combat attributes."

Lin Yuan's eyes remained calm.

It's time to test the mettle of this legion.