Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The military representative patted Lin Yuan on the shoulder with a heavy thud.

"You got first place in the whole school in this assessment. The [Bronze-level Barracks Building Blueprint] and 300,000 Faith Points reward promised by the military will be deposited into your personal account shortly."

The representative's smile faded, and his tone became serious and earnest. "Furthermore, I see potential in you. I'll personally invest in you further."

As soon as he finished speaking, a faint light flashed from the spatial storage ring on his wrist.

A lump of flesh, about the size of a basketball, appeared out of thin air and slammed heavily onto the solid wood table.

The fleshy mass has a dark red skin and is covered with large, bluish blood vessels.

The blood vessels were still pulsating rhythmically and intensely, exhibiting independent vital signs.

Lin Yuan's eyes narrowed slightly.

Even from a distance, he could clearly sense the extremely twisted abyssal laws contained within this lump of flesh.

An instinctive throbbing emanated from the core of the divine realm, a testament to the wasteland's extreme thirst for high-level chaotic energy.

"Sir, this is..." Lin Yuan asked.

"This is a piece of active organ that the military preserved after a [Gold-level Abyss Mother Worm] was shattered."

The military representative pointed to the lump of meat on the table and explained, "It cannot be used to build divine structures because its core laws are too violent."

Lin Yuan looked at the lump of flesh, remaining silent and waiting for what would happen next.

"As long as you feed it a certain number of abyssal monster corpses every day, it will continuously split into high-energy pupae and meat chunks. The yield of these meat chunks is extremely high."

The representative sighed, looking somewhat regretful, "But this stuff has extremely severe side effects. The genes of abyssal creatures are too domineering; if ordinary believers consume too much, it could trigger malignant mutations, turning them directly into a pile of rotten flesh."

"So it's been sitting in the military's logistics warehouse collecting dust."

The representative stared intently into Lin Yuan's eyes.

"But your mutated goblins can even eat wasteland toxic gas and tear apart demon wolves with their bare hands, so their stomachs must be able to digest this stuff too."

"This thing is more valuable to you than to be left to mold in a warehouse."

Lin Yuan's heart raced.

With this thing, their goblin army can further expand its population rapidly.

It doesn't have to be maintained at around a thousand.

Lin Yuan straightened up and held the fleshy mass in his hands.

It feels cool to the touch, is very elastic, and contains many larvae wriggling inside.

"Thank you for your kind words, sir. I will make the most of it," Lin Yuan said solemnly.

"Sit down and talk." The representative waved his hand, signaling Lin Yuan to relax. "Lin Yuan, let me give you some advice from an elder. Commoner deities have too few resources and a weak foundation."

"Don't ever try to be like those rich kids and create some kind of all-around team. You can't afford to support both mages and archers."

The representative tapped the table with his knuckles, making a tapping sound.

"You should focus solely on the mutated war beasts. Push the individual combat capabilities of these goblins to their absolute limit."

"After graduation, you should go directly into the military's biological and chemical special forces. That's the brightest path for you."

Lin Yuan nodded in acceptance, his posture humble.

Ten minutes later.

The military representative concluded the meeting and left the conference room.

The divine terminal on Lin Yuan's wrist vibrated at the right moment.

[Account credited: 300,000 Faith Points.]

[Received a special military reward: Bronze-level barracks building blueprint *1.]

Lin Yuan looked at the long string of numbers on his account and felt pleased.

With this huge sum of money and blueprints, the Obsidian Goblin's overall combat strength will experience a qualitative leap.

He was about to log out of the virtual campus when his terminal suddenly lit up.

[Received an encrypted invitation with coordinates.]

Sender: Chu Yunxuan.

Lin Yuan raised an eyebrow slightly.

Chu Yunxuan.

Another oddball in Class 2 of Senior Three.

He is usually very low-key in class, never showing off or getting involved in any fights.

However, what he awakened was an extremely rare A+ level divine realm.

Even the arrogant and overbearing Zhao Tianze had to obediently take a detour when he saw Chu Yunxuan.

Lei Yan was also very polite to him.

The background is unfathomable.

Lin Yuan opened the message.

It was just a simple sentence: "Student Lin, at the Floating Star Harbor, Cloud Peak Chess Club, would you do me the honor of having a cup of tea?"

The Game of the Clouds.

Lin Yuan had heard of this name.

A den of iniquity frequented only by the sons of Jiangcheng's top elites.

It's built on a floating island ten thousand meters above the ground. There's no ordinary currency there; everything is settled in faith points.

The price tag of a single drink is equivalent to ten years' worth of food for an average family.

Lin Yuan pondered for a moment.

The fact that the other party contacted him at this critical juncture was clearly not simply to celebrate his first-place victory.

Every cup of tea served by the young master of a prominent family comes with a price tag on the back.

He needed to personally find out the intentions of this top young master.

Reply with a single word: "OK".

As Lin Yuan stepped out of the school gate, the roar of engines echoed through the dilapidated streets.

A streamlined, all-black hovercar without any license plates or markings stopped in front of Lin Yuan.

The car door slid open automatically.

A cyborg butler dressed in a custom-made tuxedo stepped out of the car and bowed slightly: "Young Master Lin, Young Master Chu sent me to pick you up. Please get in the car."

Lin Yuan did not refuse and sat in the back row.

The leather seats automatically adjust to the most comfortable recline angle.

The airship took off, its anti-gravity engine running at full power, quickly breaking the sound barrier and soaring into the clouds.

The scenery outside the car window changed rapidly.

The crowded, chaotic, neon-lit, and oil-stained working-class neighborhoods were left behind, growing smaller and smaller.

After breaking through the thick clouds, the view suddenly opened up.

A cluster of floating islands appeared before us, with countless yachts shuttling between them.

The barriers between classes are vividly displayed.

Below is a swamp, above is paradise.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, expressionless.

Five minutes later, the hovercar landed smoothly on the main island's private helipad.

The android butler led the way, guiding Lin Yuan through the gates of the Cloud Chess Arena.

There is no gaudy, opulent splendor here.

The floor is made of a single piece of "Concentrating Warm Jade," and stepping on it sends a warm current straight to your mind.

The decorations placed on both sides of the corridor are the remnants of low-level divine artifacts that emit faint fluctuations of laws.

Holographic projections flowing across the walls display real-time battle situations across various star systems.

Push open the door to the top-floor private room, designated as "Class A".

Chu Yunxuan, dressed in loose white loungewear, was sitting behind the tea table.

He had a handsome face and a gentle demeanor.

Upon seeing Lin Yuan enter, he did not stand up, but simply gestured for him to enter.

"Brother Lin, please have a seat."

Lin Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down opposite Chu Yunxuan.

My gaze fell on the tea set on the table.

Chu Yunxuan picked up the purple clay teapot and flipped his wrist.

The amber-colored tea traced a smooth curve in the air before falling into the white porcelain cup.

The tea did not emit any rising steam; instead, a hazy glow swirled around the rim of the cup.

As the aroma of tea filled the air, Lin Yuan took a sip and felt his depleted mental energy recover slightly.

Chu Yunxuan pushed the teacup in front of Lin Yuan.

"Brother Lin, have a taste. This cup of tea can enhance a believer's understanding by 0.01%."

Chu Yunxuan spoke casually, as if discussing a trivial matter, "On the Pantheon Trading Network, a cup costs 100,000 faith points. There's no market for it."

100,000 faith points, a cup of tea.

Wang Pangzi's loan amount isn't even enough to buy this cup of tea.

Zhao Tianze was smug about getting a three million loan, but here it was just the cost of treating someone to thirty cups of tea.