Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Sunlight pierced through the thin mist, and Lao Lin's booming voice echoed from outside the window.

After washing up, Lin Yuan went back to his bedroom, picked up the black virtual reality headset, and put it on.

Today is the first summary lecture after the completion of the real-world Abyss Battlefield assessment.

"Iris verification successful."

"Connecting to the virtual campus of Jiangcheng Third College..."

The feeling of weightlessness was fleeting.

Refocusing his gaze, Lin Yuan stood at the door of the classroom of Class 7, Grade 12.

The classroom was bustling with noise.

"Have you heard? Su Yueying, who came in first place, used her Holy Light Angels to form a battle formation during the assessment and slowly wore down a fourth-tier monster to death!"

"Chu Yunxuan's mechanical wolf pack is outrageous. They used high-energy particle cannons to sweep the ground, directly destroying a Silver Nest."

"What's that? Didn't you guys see the final rankings? Our class..."

The discussion abruptly stopped the moment Lin Yuan stepped into the classroom.

Dozens of eyes turned around and stared at Lin Yuan.

Awe, worship, and an unconcealable fear.

A boy in the front row was drinking water, his hand frozen in mid-air, his water cup tilted slightly.

A month ago, the boy standing at the door was, in everyone's eyes, a low-class commoner who had awakened the F-Wasteland God Realm and had to borrow money even for a minimum living allowance of 5,000 yuan.

Who could have imagined that the real-world assessment would take only ten days?

He led a group of mutated goblins and fought his way through the shattered continent.

Twelve million points!

They trampled countless scions of noble families who possessed B-level and A-level divine domains under their feet, crushing them with overwhelming force.

"Brother Yuan!"

A loud, piercing shout shattered the silence.

Fatty Wang was launched from the last row.

With a body weighing 300 pounds, it burst forth with astonishing speed, rushing towards Lin Yuan.

With a bend in his knees, he slid a full meter across the floor and stopped at Lin Yuan's feet.

"Yuan Shen! You are now a living legend in Jiangcheng's senior class!" The fat man grabbed Lin Yuan's right leg, his face flushed, and spittle flew everywhere.

"You don't know! Yesterday, I was walking in Star Harbour Plaza and I mentioned to someone that we're like brothers who grew up wearing the same pair of pants."

"The prettiest girl in the class next door, who usually never even glances at me, suddenly added me on social media! She even asked me if I'd eaten dinner that night!"

The fat man trembled with excitement: "Brother Yuan, I'm sticking with you for life! You eat the meat, I won't even drink the soup, I'll just enjoy the aroma!"

"Alright, alright, get up. Your snot is practically smeared all over your pants," Lin Yuan said with a helpless smile.

The fat man shut up immediately, quickly got up, dusted off his knees, and stood behind Lin Yuan like a top henchman.

Lin Yuan walked along the aisle to his seat.

With each step he took, the students on both sides involuntarily shrank back.

In the back corner.

Zhao Tianze, the once arrogant rich second-generation, is now huddled in a chair.

Seeing Lin Yuan approach, he froze and quickly lowered his head.

His henchmen didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Lin Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down.

He ignored the stares of those around him.

boom!

The classroom door was pushed open.

Class teacher Lei Yan walked to the podium and scanned the entire room.

Previously, his eyes were cold and cruel, as if he were looking at a group of raw recruits who might die in the abyss at any moment.

But today, when his gaze swept over Lin Yuan, he clearly paused for two seconds.

His eyes revealed a rare hint of admiration and respect.

"Everyone, sit down." Lei Yan tapped the blackboard.

The classroom fell silent.

"The big exam is over. Those who survived prove they're not useless. But don't be too happy yet."

Lei Yan placed his hands on the podium, his voice low and deep. "The upcoming province-wide midterm exams for stream allocation will be the real moment that determines your fate."

Lei Yan turned around and brought up a holographic star map on the blackboard.

"Today's lesson will not cover basic theory; it will focus on 'the evolution of legion factions'."

"The Abyss Battlefield is cruel and merciless. Fighting alone will only lead to death."

"To survive, we must clarify the direction of our clan's development and concentrate our resources."

Lei Yan clicked on three different 3D images.

There are three main schools of thought.

"First, the [Beast Heavy Armor Build]. This builds up resources to maximize the strength of a single unit. For example, in the Titan Legion of the Seventh District, a single adult Golden Titan costs as much as one billion Faith Points."

"On the battlefield, they are fortresses of war. The downside is obvious: the death of just one can bankrupt a medium-sized conglomerate."

"Second, [Technological Firepower]. Combining laws and machinery. Establishing high-energy particle cannon arrays and orbital strike systems."

"As long as logistics keep up, nothing will grow under the firepower. But once monsters get close, the defensive line will collapse in an instant."

"Third, the [Swarm Cataclysmic Flow]. Abandon individual defense and pursue extreme reproduction and mutation. Use countless cannon fodder to fill the monsters' stomachs until they are stuffed to death."

Lei Yan paused for a moment at this point.

He looked towards the back row.

"Lin Yuan".

Lin Yuan raised his head.

"You demonstrated exceptional leadership qualities during this real-world test," Lei Yan said seriously, with a hint of inquiry in his voice.

"Based on your practical experience, how should one choose a fighting style in an environment with extremely limited resources?"

All attention was once again focused on Lin Yuan.

Everyone pricked up their ears.

This is the experience personally shared by a top player who ranks first among ordinary people.

Even a single word of advice can be incredibly helpful.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair.

Extreme scarcity of resources?

Lin Yuan casually replied, "As long as there are enough of them and they're not afraid to die, it doesn't matter what school of thought they belong to."

He was telling the truth.

As long as there are enough cannon fodder and their lives are cheap enough, you can overwhelm the enemy monsters by sheer numbers.

Many students in the classroom looked bewildered.

That's it?

It sounds like a meaningless, empty statement.

Just as the atmosphere was about to become awkward.

A muffled "bang" suddenly came from the front row.

Squad leader Li Xiuqi suddenly slammed his hand on the table and stood up.

This class monitor, who possesses the divine domain of [Fertile Oasis], usually acts like an elite.

His face flushed red, and his eyes were filled with a profound sense of awe and enlightenment.

"The greatest truths are the simplest!"

Li Xiuqi pushed up his gold-rimmed glasses, his voice trembling with excitement.

"What Lin means is that we usually get too caught up in the division of schools of thought, which is actually a poor approach!"

Li Xiuqi turned to the whole class, his voice impassioned: "What is the essence of the Abyss Battlefield?"

"It's consumption! It's the slaughter of flesh and blood!"

"What Lin said about having enough numbers and not being afraid to die seems to be about the Zerg swarm strategy, but it actually reveals the core logic of warfare—abandoning all fancy configurations and pursuing the ultimate mass production of troops and attrition warfare!"

He took a deep breath and stared intently at Lin Yuan.

"I always thought that equipping my summoned creatures with excellent armor and setting up a tight formation was the key to getting high scores. But I was wrong!"

"In the face of the true abyssal meat grinder, any armor will be torn to shreds. Our massive investment in protecting our Familia has only stifled their fighting spirit!"

"Disregarding the clans as human beings, completely depriving them of any means of escape, and using massive amounts of cannon fodder to dilute the frequency of the monsters' attacks—this is the lowest-cost, highest-return strategy!"

Li Xiuqi bowed slightly to Lin Yuan, his tone filled with deep admiration: "Student Lin, you were able to grasp this level of strategic vision even with the F-Wasteland starting point."

"I, Li Xiuqi, am ashamed of my inferiority."

The whole class gasped.

That's it!

The big shot's words actually contained such a profound philosophy of war!

"As expected of the Abyss God! With just a casual remark, his cultivation level is immeasurably higher than ours!"

"Got it! I'll go back and sell all the enchanted bows my elven archers have, buy the cheapest iron swords, and launch a full-scale assault!"

Lei Yan stood on the podium, a glimmer of understanding flashing in his eyes.

He looked at Lin Yuan, nodded emphatically, and said with great approval, "Well said."

"War is never a dinner party. Why does the Federal military build so many cannon fodder battalions on the front lines? Because high-level combat power is too precious."

"Lin Yuan, your ability to see through the surface and grasp the bloody reality is enough to prove that you are born to be a commander."

Lin Yuan sat in the chair, appearing as calm as an old dog.

I was utterly speechless.

What are these people even imagining?

He genuinely felt that goblins were dim-witted and didn't need to discuss tactics.

How did it get forcibly elevated to the level of "strategic vision"?