Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The holographic star map on the podium slowly went out.

Lei Yan rested his hands on the edge of the podium, looking at the students below with their various expressions.

"The upcoming midterm exams will determine who will be streamed." Lei Yan's voice echoed in the classroom, devoid of any warmth.

"Don't think that just because you've survived the live-action simulation, you can finally take a breather."

"The major entrance exam will determine whether you stay at Jiangcheng Third Academy for further studies or are forcibly assigned to the front lines as support personnel."

The assessment format and location will be kept confidential.

"The only thing I can tell you is that the mortality rate will not be lower than that of a live-action landing."

Lei Yan picked up his lesson plan and turned to walk towards the classroom door.

"Make the most of this last bit of time and squeeze every last drop of potential out of your divine realm. get out of class dismissed."

No sooner had Lei Yan left than the quiet classroom erupted in chaos.

The pressure is too great.

The real-world assessment has already eliminated a number of people.

The college entrance exam, which determines student placement, is like a guillotine hanging over the heads of all ordinary students.

The scions of wealthy families have the backing of powerful corporations, but ordinary people like them are vulnerable once they fail.

For the rest of his life, he would only be able to move corpses and waste on the front lines.

Lin Yuan sat calmly in his seat.

He raised his wrist, preparing to log out of the StarNet and return to the Divine Realm to check on the breeding progress of the tyrannical demons.

"Brother Yuan! Wait a minute!"

A chubby hand pressed down on Lin Yuan's wrist.

Fatty Wang leaned closer and whispered, "Don't be in such a hurry to leave."

"A few friends in my class discussed going to the Mechanical Tavern on StarNet before the big exam to relax and unwind."

"Everyone specifically requests that you go and put up a good show."

Lin Yuan glanced around the corridor.

Several ordinary boys who usually had very little presence in the class were staring at him expectantly.

"I don't have time. I still have simulations to do in the Divine Realm," Lin Yuan decisively refused.

"Brother Yuan, please do me a favor." Fatty Wang rubbed his hands together, unusually abandoning his usual playful demeanor, his tone revealing a hint of pleading.

"Everyone just wants to raise a toast to you, nothing more. It's on me!"

Lin Yuan looked at the expectation in Fatty Wang's eyes.

In this world of gods.

Old Lin was his Achilles' heel, and Fatty Wang was one of his few friends.

"Let's go." Lin Yuan stood up.

Wang Pangzi was overjoyed and turned to give the boys a "done" gesture.

……

Virtual Star Network, an affordable entertainment area.

Mechanical Tavern.

The dimly lit private room was filled with heavy metal music mixed with the smell of engine oil.

A holographic projection of a dancer swayed in the center of a table, which was covered with virtual alcoholic beverages.

While these drinks cannot be replicated in reality, they can perfectly simulate the nerve stimulation caused by intoxication.

Lin Yuan pushed open the door and went inside.

The previously noisy conversation inside the private room stopped.

Everyone stood up.

"Brother Yuan is here!"

"Quick! Brother Yuan, sit here!"

Lin Yuan was pushed all the way to the central seat by Fatty Wang.

On the left is Fatty Wang, and on the right is a boy named Zhou Chen.

In the past, Lin Yuan always sat in the corner at these kinds of gatherings in class, as transparent as air.

But today, only after he sat down did the others dare to sit down.

Awe, flattery, unease.

A mix of emotions was etched on these young faces.

Zhou Chen picked up a full glass of strong liquor, its surface gleaming blue, and held it out to Lin Yuan with both hands. His hands were even trembling slightly.

"Brother Yuan, back in class, I used to laugh at your Wasteland God Realm with Zhao Tianze and the others. I was a real piece of work!"

Zhou Chen's eyes reddened as he tilted his head back and downed the strong liquor in one gulp, choking and coughing repeatedly.

"This drink is my apology! I heard you were taken away alone by high-ranking military officials? From now on, you're a real military bigwig. I toast you!"

With a leader in charge, the other boys also raised their glasses.

"Brother Yuan, if you ever become successful, don't forget your brothers from Class 7 of Senior Three!"

"Exactly! I knew Yuan-ge was keeping such a low profile; he was definitely saving up for something big. And he really did surprise everyone!"

Lin Yuan picked up the wine glass in front of him and gently tapped it on the table.

"I wouldn't call myself a military bigwig," Lin Yuan said calmly, not responding to their comment.

"It was just a regular military region contract that I signed, and I received some basic resource allocations."

The Shadow Blade Contract is a top secret of the military.

Even if it wasn't top secret, Lin Yuan wouldn't reveal his trump card to this group of people.

Upon hearing the words "ordinary contract," the atmosphere in the private room did not cool down; instead, it became even more enthusiastic.

In the eyes of scions of powerful families, an ordinary military region contract might be insignificant.

But in the eyes of these ordinary students, as long as they can get connected with the military, that's all they need.

Even if you're just a temporary employee, it's still a secure job.

After several rounds of drinks...

Under the influence of alcohol, the boys gradually became bolder and began to discuss their respective development in their divine realms.

"I spent a fortune on a batch of catalysts yesterday, and my Ironhide Rats have finally surpassed two thousand!" A boy excitedly slapped his thigh.

"As long as I don't encounter any poisonous monsters, I'll definitely be able to kill several bronze-level monsters during the big exam!"

"What's that? I mutated all the rye grass in the Divine Realm."

"Now, if believers consume this, their health and mana recovery rate will increase by three percent. I'm not afraid of anyone in a war of attrition."

Lin Yuan held his wine glass, remaining silent.

Soon, the atmosphere at the party changed.

Fueled by alcohol, Zhou Chen shifted his chair and moved closer to Lin Yuan.

His cheeks flushed, his eyes darted around, and after hesitating for a long time, he finally spoke.

"Brother Yuan... your current divine realm foundation must be unfathomable." Zhou Chen swallowed hard, his voice very low.

"Do you... need another subordinate deity?"

Upon hearing this, the heavy metal music in the private room seemed to fall silent for a moment.

All eyes turned to Lin Yuan's face.

His eyes revealed an undisguised desire and greed.

Subordinate God Contract.

A month ago, Zhao Tianze used this contract to humiliate Lin Yuan in the classroom, only to be met with Lin Yuan's sarcastic retort.

In the world of gods, surrendering the nodes of law reduces one to a subordinate god.

It's equivalent to surrendering one's dignity, becoming a meat shield for the main god to resist harm and a blood pack for extracting resources.

But that applies to geniuses.

For these commoners who could die in the great test of diversion and have their divine realm shattered at any moment.

Freedom is worthless.

Dignity is worthless.

As long as we can cling to Lin Yuan, whose leg is as thick as it gets.

As long as Lin Yuan could spare some scraps of high-ranking clan members for them on the battlefield, they could survive.

"Brother Yuan, my armored rats reproduce very quickly. If you take me in, I'll have the swarm lead the charge and clear the minefield for you during the big exam!"

"Brother Yuan, you can use my divine realm as a logistical base! All the herbs I grow are yours!"

Several boys chimed in, each expressing their opinion at once, afraid that if they were too slow, their spots would be snatched away.

Fatty Wang, who was sitting to Lin Yuan's left, stiffened for a moment.

The fat man's hand, holding the wine glass, froze in mid-air.

He glanced at Lin Yuan out of the corner of his eye.

A complex and desperate hope flickered across his fleshy face.

If it could be registered under Lin Yuan's name...

The fat man opened his mouth, but ultimately said nothing.

He swallowed the words that were about to come out, tilted his head back and gulped down the strong liquor in his glass, then lowered his head.

Lin Yuan stood up and put down his wine glass.

The bottom of the glass collided with the table, making a crisp, light sound.

"I'm sorry," Lin Yuan said, his voice calm and composed, without sarcasm or pity.

"I can't take you in."

Zhou Chen panicked: "Brother Yuan, we don't want a share! Not a single cent! All the points are yours, just let us have a supplementary spot..."

"It's not about profit sharing," Lin Yuan interrupted him.

Lin Yuan leaned back on the sofa, glancing at everyone. "My divine realm is a wasteland."

"The laws of the wasteland are extremely violent."

"Extremely high concentrations of abyssal radiation, deadly fire poison, and acid rain falling from the sky."

Lin Yuan stated an objective fact.

"Once the subsidiary contract is signed, the law nodes will be connected. The environment in my divine realm will passively radiate to your divine realm."

"Your armored rats will have their bones dissolved due to the radiation. Your ryegrass will wither and die the moment it comes into contact with acid rain."

Lin Yuan leaned forward slightly, his gaze fixed on Zhou Chen with an extremely imposing intensity.

"As for your followers, they will be forcibly assimilated by the laws of the wasteland."

"Either they will mutate into mindless monsters and slaughter you in return, or their genes will collapse in extreme pain, turning them into a puddle of pus."

"They can't even last a day."

The color drained from Zhou Chen's face, and her lips trembled slightly.

The others also looked terrified and instinctively shrank back in their chairs.

They only saw Lin Yuan's impressive points on the leaderboard, but forgot about...

Lin Yuan's starting point was the universally acknowledged wasteland—the F-level wasteland.

Those who can survive such extreme hellish conditions are indescribable monsters.

These weak creatures they raised don't even have the right to approach.

Hope shattered.

A sense of loss permeated the entire private room.

"I have something to do, I'll be leaving now." Lin Yuan stood up.

He tossed a virtual prepaid card onto the table, enough to cover all his expenses for the night.

"Brother Yuan..." Fatty Wang looked up.

"See you tomorrow." Lin Yuan patted the fat man's shoulder hard.

Pushing open the door to the private room, Lin Yuan stepped into the neon lights of StarNet Street.

The heavy soundproof door behind them slowly closed, shutting out the sighs of disappointment and the smell of alcohol.

Lin Yuan looked up at the starship projections traversing the virtual sky.

He didn't think what he had just said was cruel.

The war in the abyss was incredibly brutal.

Placing your hopes on others is tantamount to courting death.

Lin Yuan's success today is solely due to his talent for [Creation Extraction].

He carried Lao Lin's expectations and his ambition to reach for the stars.

This road is destined to be filled with bloodshed and loneliness.

Ordinary people can't keep up with his pace.