Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

After the transaction with the officials concluded, Lin Yuan did not rush to exit the internal network.

A red encrypted email popped up in the upper right corner of the tactical board.

Sender: Xiao Lie.

Lin Yuan opened the email, which contained a document titled "Starfire Legion Top Secret: Clan Extreme Training Manual".

Above the main text is a short voice message left by Xiao Lie.

"Lin Yuan, this manual contains the blood and tears of experience that the military has accumulated over a hundred years of fighting on the Abyss Defense Line."

Xiao Lie's voice was deep and filled with a chilling aura, "Although it can enable the clan to form a terrifying fighting force in a very short time, the cost is extremely high."

"Use it at your own discretion. In the war of the abyss, survival is the only truth."

Lin Yuan remained expressionless and opened the first page of the manual.

What came into view was an extremely bloody record of images and text.

The further Lin Yuan looked down, the more his brows furrowed.

This is not a cultivation manual at all; it is a complete "Guide to Consuming Believers".

In Lin Yuan's view, every method recorded there was like killing the goose that lays the golden eggs.

The first method is called the "Blood Core Explosion Method".

Operation procedure: Shatter the crystal core of a high-level abyss monster and forcibly implant it into the heart of the believer.

The effect is remarkable, allowing believers to double their combat power within three months, and even kill enemies of higher ranks.

But the price is extremely high. The contamination of the abyssal crystal core directly erodes the spiritual flame of believers.

Believers will lose their minds and become madmen who only know how to kill.

Most fatally, this forceful catalysis will drain the life essence of believers.

Life expectancy will be drastically shortened to less than three years.

Once the three-year period is up, the disordered energy within the believer's body will spiral out of control, ultimately causing them to self-destruct and die on the spot.

"Isn't this just a human bomb?" Lin Yuan swiped his finger across the virtual screen to turn to the next page.

The second method is called the "Toxin Tempering Method".

Operation procedure: Create a large-scale high-concentration poisonous fog zone within the divine realm, cut off the regular food source, and force believers to consume toxins to survive.

The manual clearly states that the survival rate of this method is less than 10%.

The surviving believers will experience a mutation in their physical bodies due to the repeated destruction and reconstruction caused by the toxins, resulting in a significant increase in their defense capabilities.

But the side effects are equally deadly.

High concentrations of toxins can irreversibly damage the neurons in the believer's brain.

The surviving believers lost all their comprehension and were never able to comprehend any advanced combat skills, becoming mindless meat shields to absorb damage on the battlefield.

Lin Yuan flipped through more than a dozen training programs in succession.

Without exception, they all achieved a brief burst of combat power by overdrawing their potential, sacrificing their lifespan, and erasing their intelligence.

"That's too extreme." Lin Yuan leaned back in his seat and shook his head to himself. "It's like treating believers as disposable expendables to fill a hole."

This tactic might be very effective on the front lines where the military often engages in large-scale battles involving millions of troops.

But for a deity that is still growing, this is cutting off its own escape route.

This also allowed Lin Yuan to directly experience the cruelty of the era of gods.

If a deity does not have a wealthy family background to provide rare and precious materials, or does not have an extremely extraordinary innate talent to support the ecosystem of the divine realm.

Once you reach the demigod stage, your future potential will be quickly exhausted.

The believers die off in batches and are replaced by new ones, so it's impossible to cultivate a truly elite group.

You'll never be able to join the ranks of high-level gods in this lifetime.

"But I'm different." A hint of absolute confidence flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes.

He doesn't need to use the lives of his believers to make mistakes.

For example, the military's "poison tempering method," which has a 90% chance of survival.

Lin Yuan doesn't need to create poisonous fog to force his clansmen to their deaths.

He only needs to use the [Creation Extraction] talent to extract the concept term "toxin resistance" from the corpses of poisonous creatures and bestow it upon the Violent Demon.

Not only does it grant the clan members abnormal toxin defense and super-fast metabolism, but it also prevents any loss of their comprehension and lifespan.

It can even transform deadly toxins into nutrients for life to revive.

Lin Yuan raised his hand and closed the top-secret military manual, which was extremely rare and valuable to outsiders.

I gave up the idea of ​​simply reading from the book.

He possesses the cheat code of creation.

It is destined to follow a "perfect natural disaster" path that has no side effects and crushes all common sense.

Just before logging off, he suddenly remembered that his teachers often mentioned a very special high-end profession at school.

Senior Strategic Actuary.

These are talents specially trained by the military and top aristocratic families.

This group claims to be experts in the ecological architecture of the divine realm.

They are not responsible for combat; they specialize in utilizing the vast computing power of the brain and the evolutionary model of the divine realm.

To plan the most perfect ecological closed loop and evolutionary path for the gods and their followers, avoiding any waste of resources.

Lin Yuan became somewhat curious and entered "strategic actuary" into the search bar on the intranet.

The interface redirects.

A row of golden titles popped up.

The first photo is of an elderly man with gray hair.

[Top Actuary: Li Daoyuan. Specializes in the fusion of elemental and biochemical divine realms. Starting price for a single ecological simulation consultation: 300 million Faith Points. Appointments must be made three months in advance.]

Look down.

[Chief Actuary: Zhao Han. Expert in Abyss-side mutation route planning. Per appearance fee: Starting from 500 million Faith Points. 100% success rate not guaranteed.]

Lin Yuan stared at the long string of zeros on the screen.

He decisively pressed the exit button.

Even robbery wouldn't be this fast.

Asking an old man to perform a divination costs millions of faith points, and it doesn't even guarantee a success.

With this money, how many high-level abyss fragments could he buy?

As for ecological planning and resource closed-loop systems...

Lin Yuan scoffed.

What plan could be more realistic than throwing all living things into a wasteland radiation zone and letting them tear each other apart and let the fittest survive?

The surviving ones form the most perfect ecosystem, while the dead ones become fertilizer for the magic tree, with nothing wasted.

A flash of white light.

Lin Yuan removed the virtual reality helmet, and his consciousness returned to reality.

It was already dark outside the villa.

Just then, the roar of an engine came from outside the window.

Lin Yuan walked to the window and opened it.

In the night sky, three large military transport ships slowly hovered above the Xinghuo Sanatorium.

The strong airflow caused the surrounding towering ancient trees to shake violently.

A red tractor beam lit up from the bottom of the transport ship, shining onto the open space behind the villa.

The exterior of the villa.

The military soldiers responsible for security at the sanatorium all looked up, their faces filled with shock as they watched this scene.

"That's a combat transport ship? What's it doing here?"

"Judging by this, it's fully loaded with heavy goods!"

Lin Yuan pushed open the door and walked to the open space in the backyard.

An escort officer descended to the ground following the beam of the traction beam.

He was wearing a heavy, fully enclosed hazmat suit and holding an electronic receipt in his hand. He walked quickly to Lin Yuan.

The guard's eyes, hidden behind his mask, looked like he was looking at a reckless madman.

"Commissioner Lin!" The escort officer's voice came through the voice changer, with a noticeable tension, "The 50,000 tons of gold-grade Abyssal Tai Sui meat you ordered have all been delivered."

He pointed to the metal container that was slowly descending overhead.

The containers were covered with glaring abyss pollution warning signs, and high-voltage arcs danced across their surfaces.

"This thing grows extremely fast, and even in a frozen dormant state at minus two hundred degrees Celsius, it still has a strong corrosive effect."

The escort officer handed the receipt to Lin Yuan, his tone extremely serious: "Please be sure to dispose of this before the isolation field fails. Once it's leaked, the entire sanatorium will be swallowed up by this pile of rotten flesh."

Lin Yuan took the receipt board and pressed his fingerprint decisively.

"Hard."

The handover is complete.

The escort officer didn't want to stay a second longer, so he quickly activated the thrusters of his tactical backpack and took off back to the transport ship.

After dropping off their cargo containers, the three transport ships, with their engines fully loaded, eagerly sailed away from the airspace.

Lin Yuan stood still, looking up at the mountain of specially made space containers piled up in front of him.

50,000 tons.

This is equivalent to the weight of a heavy aircraft carrier.

Without any hesitation, Lin Yuan unleashed his demigod spiritual power, tearing open a dark golden divine domain passage.

"open!"

Lin Yuan had a thought.

The electronic locks on all the space-compressing containers are released simultaneously.

boom! boom! boom!

The container door was blown open.

Fifty thousand tons of dark brown, slimy Tai Sui flesh poured down through the divine passage.