Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan picked up the white porcelain cup, tilted his head back, and drank it all in one gulp.

As the tea entered my throat, its refreshing coolness slid down my esophagus into my abdomen.

The next second, a slight tremor came from the core of the divine domain deep in Lin Yuan's mind.

The nerve pain caused by the intense simulation was also soothed.

Even the upper limit of mental strength has loosened slightly.

A cup of tea ordered by 100,000 believers is indeed a good thing.

Lin Yuan put down his teacup, the porcelain making a crisp sound as it collided with the warm jade tabletop.

He lifted his eyelids and looked at Chu Yunxuan opposite him.

"Young Master Chu, you've gone to so much trouble. Everyone's time is precious, so please just say what you need me for."

There was no flattery, nor any trepidation.

Chu Yunxuan looked at the empty teacup, his smile undiminished: "Brother Lin is straightforward. Then I won't beat around the bush."

"On the leaderboard on the big screen, your total score is number one, but you may not know it."

Chu Yunxuan leaned forward, his voice low: "I actually have more kills than you. I just found the rest of the game too boring, so I pressed the abstention button early."

Lin Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly.

During the assessment phase, Chu Yunxuan's divine realm only flashed once on the big screen.

The other party bringing this up at this time was clearly not for simple boasting.

Chu Yunxuan raised his right hand and snapped his fingers lightly in mid-air.

The floor-to-ceiling window on one side of the private room darkened, transforming into a holographic projection screen.

The screen showed brutal scenes from the front lines of the abyss.

A dilapidated fortress.

Scorched earth shrouded in dark red poisonous miasma.

Mountains of monster corpses, and lower-level deities' retinues struggling through the piles of corpses to collect crystal cores.

"Brother Lin, you really stole the show at the training ground today. The military representative even gave you a personal sponsorship."

Chu Yunxuan spoke calmly, his voice echoing in the empty private room, "But do you know why the military values ​​your mutation theory so much?"

Before Lin Yuan could answer, Chu Yunxuan tapped his long fingers on the table and continued, "Because the Abyss War is a bottomless pit that can never be filled."

"In order to maintain the operation of the front-line defenses, the Federation has set a war resource tax of up to 80 percent."

Chu Yunxuan calmly uttered a number that would make ordinary gods despair.

"This means that the majority of the monster cores and abyss specialties that commoner gods and their followers risk their lives on the front lines must be handed over to the military."

The image on the big screen shifted to a magnificent fortress suspended above the abyss.

Ancient emblems are engraved on the fortress.

The place was filled with abundant energy and radiant light, completely isolated from the poisonous gas of the abyss, like a divine kingdom inhabited by gods.

"And top-tier conglomerates like our Chu family possess special-grade immunity," Chu Yunxuan pointed to the fortress, "We control core abyss purification technology and high-level law weapons."

"The military's frontline logistics rely heavily on our output. Therefore, we pay very little tax, and the military even has to rely on us to some extent."

"You're a smart person; you should understand the difference."

Chu Yunxuan stared intently at Lin Yuan, his eyes conveying a sense of superiority and condescension.

"A commoner war god without a background will ultimately be nothing more than a slightly higher-level cannon fodder. Your wasteland mass army strategy is indeed amazing, even if you can eventually raise the individual combat strength of the goblins to the silver level."

"But you can't afford the high maintenance costs brought about by the huge base, let alone the federal government's exorbitant taxes."

"When you get to the front lines, you'll find that the legion you're so proud of is just doing unpaid work for others. The harder they fight, the more they lose."

Chu Yunxuan paused, giving Lin Yuan ample time to process the information.

See the picture poorly.

He leaned forward and threw out his final chip.

"Sign the [Guest God Contract] with the Chu family. Become my subordinate god."

Chu Yunxuan's voice was full of confidence, as if this was a blessing that Lin Yuan had accumulated over several lifetimes.

"The condition is simple: your divine realm must be open to the Chu Family Research Institute, sharing your mutation and evolution data."

"In return, the Chu family will provide you with a basic resource allowance of three million faith points per month. The Chu family will also pay the military's taxes for you. Most importantly..."

Chu Yunxuan stared intently into Lin Yuan's eyes, enunciating each word clearly, "When you reach the peak of demigodhood and prepare to advance to true godhood, the Chu family will provide you with a complete lower-level godhood!"

If these conditions were released, they would drive 99% of the students in the entire school into a frenzy.

A monthly salary of three million, plus a guaranteed promotion to the True God realm.

This is equivalent to obtaining a ladder to heaven that allows one to transcend social classes.

Even those rich kids from C-level and B-level divine realms.

To secure this spot, people will fight tooth and nail, even to the point of bloodshed.

The private room fell silent.

Looking at Chu Yunxuan's composed and confident face, Lin Yuan felt no emotion whatsoever; instead, he almost wanted to laugh.

The tactic of making empty promises is the same in any world.

Shared divine realm data?

This means that the Chu family's demigods, or even true gods, can recklessly spy on the core of his divine realm.

His obsidian goblin was ultimately a monster stitched together using [Creation Extraction].

Once the Divine Realm is opened, the secrets of the extraction of creations will be fully exposed.

In the eyes of the chaebols, what kind of guest was he?

It's just a lab rat with research value.

Waiting for the Chu family to unravel the secret of the mutation, or to discover the truth about his talent.

His fate, Lin Yuan's, will be even worse than those cannon fodder who die in the abyss.

Your lifeline must be in your own hands.

"Young Master Chu's terms sound very tempting."

Lin Yuan stood up and pulled out a chair.

His movements were slow and deliberate, but his words left no room for compromise.

"But I'm a stubborn person and I can't stand being a kept man. I also don't like to expose the core of my divine realm to others."

He put his hands in his pockets and looked at Chu Yunxuan.

I'm sorry.

Rejected in person, Chu Yunxuan paused slightly in the hand holding the teacup.

His eyes flashed with undisguised surprise.

He had imagined that Lin Yuan would try to negotiate, ask for more resources, or demand a deposit in advance.

But he never expected Lin Yuan to refuse so decisively.

The heavy pressure of class differences and the great benefits of the divine status of a true god could not overwhelm this poor student who came from the slums.

Unlike Zhao Tianze, Chu Yunxuan did not become impotently furious because he had lost face.

He paused for only a moment, then smiled broadly.

Like a spring breeze.

"You have backbone, I like that." Chu Yunxuan put down his teacup, his smile widening.

"Even if a deal falls through, we can still maintain good relations. The Chu family is most willing to associate with geniuses. Since Brother Lin has his own considerations, I naturally won't force him."

As he spoke, Chu Yunxuan lightly swiped his finger across the terminal on his wrist.

A faint light shimmered on the warm jade table beside me.

He pushed a black metal card with purple crystals inlaid on the edge in front of Lin Yuan.

The card has no extra decorations, only a lifelike dragon pattern.

"This is the purple-gold admission ticket to the underground Star Network's Black Market Auction."

Chu Yunxuan looked up at Lin Yuan with sincere eyes, "Since Brother Lin wants to take the path of independent development, you certainly can't avoid the Federation's taxes."

"You should be able to use this lawless, no-man's-land. You can buy a lot of 'dirty goods' that you can't find on the market there, and you can also monetize the resources you have that you can't actually do in the open."

"Consider this ticket a token of friendship."

Lin Yuan gave Chu Yunxuan a deep look.

These are the truly terrifying scions of aristocratic families.

If I miss my target, I won't fight you to the death. Instead, I'll turn around and sow the seeds of goodwill.

Instead of making enemies in person, use a ticket that is insignificant to you to maintain a sparse connection.

Always maximize profits.

Lin Yuan didn't feign politeness.

He reached out his right hand, took the gold-plated admission ticket from the table, and casually put it into his pocket.

Thanks. I'll be friends with you.

Lin Yuan nodded slightly and turned to walk towards the door of the private room.

Lin Yuan gently exhaled a breath of stale air as the door to the private room closed silently behind him.

"A black market auction?"

Lin Yuan walked along the warm jade-paved corridor of the Cloud Chess Hall, his palm stroking the cool purple-gold card through the fabric.

Auctions are always a good place.

Lin Yuan muttered to himself, "Perfect timing, I can go take a look when I have time."