Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan carried three specially made military lead boxes and slowly walked out of the bronze gate.

Four guardians of the true god stood outside the door, their gazes fixed on the lead boxes.

The next second, the tactical detectors inside their helmet visors lit up red, and radiation alarms echoed throughout the underground fortress.

The leading guard officer stared at Lin Yuan, his eyes twitching.

Of course he knew what was in those three boxes.

Diamond-grade Plague Heart, the remains of the Endless Slaughter Altar, and that lump of Starfall Liquid Gold that could not be forged by any divine fire.

Any one of these three items, if thrown into the lower city, would be enough to trigger a small-scale natural disaster.

"You...you took these three?" The officer's voice was a little hoarse.

"Didn't the officer say we could just pick some scraps?" Lin Yuan weighed the lead box in his hand, his expression calm.

"I noticed these were placed rather out of the way, and probably nobody wanted them, so I just took them. I didn't exceed the limit, did I?"

The officer was speechless for a moment.

It's placed out of the way because nobody dares to touch it; do you think it's like picking up rotten cabbages at the market?

"Sir, should we stop them?" A guard next to him asked in a low, tense voice.

"If these three items are taken back and the isolation box breaks, not only will this kid die, but it will also cause widespread contamination."

"Stop him, my foot." The officer waved his hand. "He has S-level special permission. As long as he doesn't detonate it on the spot, he can take whatever he wants. Let him go!"

The massive bronze gate slammed shut behind Lin Yuan.

Meanwhile, at the Jiangcheng Military Region Command Center.

Xiao Lie stood in front of the holographic sand table, looking at the monitoring footage on the screen, his brows furrowed into a deep knot.

"Commander-in-Chief," the adjutant stood to the side, looking at the list, cold sweat beading on his forehead, "He took the Plague Heart and the Meteorite Liquid Gold."

"That's an extremely dangerous source of contamination, enough to destroy the normal laws of a divine realm. Should we send someone to retrieve it?"

Xiao Lie rubbed his temples.

He granted Lin Yuan access to see what the kid's taste was like, and whether he could pick out a few high-level protective items.

Who knew this kid would go straight for the most poisonous one? He's practically asking for trouble.

"No need." Xiao Lie lowered his hand and said in a deep voice, "The foundation of the Wasteland God Realm is already dilapidated. Since he dared to take it, it means he is confident in digesting it."

"I want to see just how sharp this knife's blade can be."

……

Half an hour later, in the lower part of Jiangcheng, in a slum.

A stealth transport plane landed.

Lin Yuan followed the beam of light back to his bedroom.

I just landed, and haven't even had a chance to pour myself a glass of water.

"Thump! Thump! Thump!"

Suddenly, a series of neat, metallic footsteps echoed from outside the stairwell.

Lin Yuan's eyes sharpened.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud came from the direction of the living room, and Lao Lin's bedroom door was quickly pushed open.

Old Lin, dragging his mechanical prosthetic leg, limped but rushed into Lin Yuan's bedroom with extreme speed.

He was holding an old-fashioned electromagnetic gun that was overcharged.

Old Lin pulled Lin Yuan behind him, his withered chest heaving like an old wolf protecting its cubs, watching the door warily.

"Yuanzi, don't make a sound." Old Lin's voice was hoarse, his muscles tense to the extreme.

"Clang!"

The already dilapidated security door was forcibly pushed open.

Five fully armed elite military personnel strode into the house.

The leader was an officer wearing the rank of major.

His aura was as deep and vast as the ocean, clearly indicating that he was a god-level powerhouse.

When Lao Lin saw the military uniform and the rank of major, his face turned pale.

His mind went blank.

The military's elite forces raided the slums; there was only one possibility—to wipe them out.

Could it be that Yuanzi used some illegal methods during the assessment and was caught?

Or did they offend the military on the black market?

Without the slightest hesitation, Lao Lin lowered the muzzle of his gun slightly, adopting a posture of giving up resistance.

His voice was hoarse and trembling as he cried out, "Sir! Come at me if you have a problem! It has nothing to do with my son, I'll go with you!"

The major had just stepped into the living room when he heard the shout and stopped in his tracks.

He looked up and his gaze fell on Old Lin.

His gaze first swept over the nearly broken electromagnetic gun in Old Lin's hand.

The image then freezes on Old Lin's open collar.

There, hanging there was half a scratched military license plate and a dimly lit, chipped "Spark Medal of Merit".

It is an honor that only veterans who survived the meat grinder of the seventh line of defense in the abyss and made outstanding contributions are qualified to wear.

The major was stunned for a moment.

He did not draw his gun, nor did he issue any reprimands.

He brought his feet together, and his alloy combat boots made a crisp "snap" sound.

The next moment, the demigod-level officer stood up straight and raised his right arm.

He gave Lao Lin a standard military salute with utmost solemnity.

The four elite military personnel following behind him saluted in unison with a "whoosh".

Old Lin was dumbfounded.

His hands, holding the electromagnetic gun, froze in mid-air, the muzzle trembling slightly, almost going off accidentally.

The major lowered his arm and turned to look at Lin Yuan, who was standing behind Lao Lin.

His originally cold tone became unusually gentle, even showing a hint of respect.

"Commissioner Lin Yuan." The major bowed slightly. "By order of Commander-in-Chief Xiao Lie, you are officially incorporated into the military's Dark Night Unit starting today."

The major stepped aside to make way for the passage outside the door.

"The relocation convoy is waiting downstairs. The Commander-in-Chief has instructed that you and your family be properly settled tonight."

"Specialist? Dark Night Sequence?" Old Lin turned his stiff neck and looked at his son with a face full of question marks.

He served in the military his entire life and knew all too well what the Dark Night Sequence represented.

They are among the highest-ranking privileged classes in the military, not subject to organizational control, and their resources are directly allocated from the military region's treasury.

What on earth did this kid do?!

Lin Yuan reached out, gently took the electromagnetic gun from Old Lin's hand, turned off the safety, and casually tossed it onto the table.

He held onto Old Lin's slightly trembling arm and gave a gentle smile: "Dad, I did well in the school assessment and was noticed by the military region."

"The military has decided to allocate us better housing for our families, and also..."

Lin Yuan looked at Old Lin's mechanical leg, which was covered in scratches.

"Your leg can be saved."

The major did not interrupt the father and son's conversation.

He raised his hand and made a gesture.

Outside the door, a team of professional military logistics personnel quickly poured in.

They moved extremely quickly and didn't touch the broken furniture.

Instead, they methodically packed and sealed away Lao Lin's treasured old military canteen, yellowed photo frames, and other miscellaneous souvenirs.

A few minutes later, Lao Lin was helped out of the dilapidated tenement building where he had lived for more than ten years by two soldiers.

Downstairs, three fully armed heavy hovercraft were parked.

The surrounding alleys were filled with heavily armed guards.

The slum dwellers hid behind their windows, peering through the cracks at the scene, too shocked to even breathe.

Even after Lao Lin sat in the spacious and luxurious back seat of the armored vehicle and felt the softness of the leather seats, he was still completely dazed.

He rubbed his calloused hands, looked at Lin Yuan sitting next to him, his lips moved, but he didn't know what to ask.

"Go to sleep, Dad." Lin Yuan patted the back of his hand. "You don't need to collect those scrap parts anymore."

The armored convoy started up, its engines emitting a deep roar.

They flew towards the most heavily guarded area on the outskirts of Jiangcheng.

Twenty minutes later.

The convoy passed through three heavily guarded energy blockade lines and entered an area hidden deep in the mountains—the Xinghuo Military Region Sanatorium.

The spiritual energy here is almost liquefied, and every breath makes one feel completely comfortable.

The towering ancient trees all around are densely covered with automatic fire control matrices and high-level reconnaissance arrays, making the security level frighteningly high.

The armored vehicle was parked in front of an independent officer-level duplex villa nestled against the mountain and beside the water.

As soon as the father and son got out of the car, the major came to greet them, followed by a top-notch military medical team of seven doctors in white coats.

"Commissioner Lin, the medical equipment is ready." The major gestured for them to proceed.

Inside the renovation hall on the first floor of the villa, there is a huge instrument emitting a soft green light—the Divine Source Repair Chamber.

This is the military's top-of-the-line equipment used to maintain the vital signs of seriously injured high-ranking generals.

Old Lin was dressed in medical gear by the military doctors and sent to the recovery ward.

As the hatch closed, a rich, green divine nutrient solution slowly poured in, submerging Old Lin's body.

When the nutrient solution came into contact with his skin, Lao Lin shuddered violently.

The next moment, his brows, which had been furrowed for countless years, relaxed.

The nerve pain caused by the moment the divine essence shattered was slowly suppressed by this energy.

Old Lin let out a very faint sigh and fell into a deep sleep.