Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan took off the virtual connection helmet and casually tossed it onto the bedside table.

Xiao Ting of the Xiao family in the provincial capital?

He didn't take this verbal provocation to heart at all.

Zhao Tianze, who had openly provoked him in class, now doesn't even dare to raise his head when he sees him, and obediently takes a detour.

A dog that bites doesn't bark; the real killer moves are revealed on the battlefield.

As for the midterm exam for stream allocation.

A fighting spirit flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes.

He was not afraid at all; on the contrary, he was extremely looking forward to the performance of the tyrant on the battlefield.

As his consciousness slightly sank, Lin Yuan glanced around the interior of the Divine Realm.

The dark red rain of blood continued to fall.

In the center of the basin, 20,000 Abyssal Blood-Gold Violent Demons were surrounding the Liquid Gold Blood-Devouring Demon Tree.

The branches of the magic tree were covered with fleshy cocoons that gleamed with a metallic sheen.

A monstrous demon stretched out its giant hand and tore off a piece of fleshy callus.

Tear off the outer metal film and stuff the gelatinous substance containing deadly toxins and extremely high concentrations of life energy into your mouth.

Chew and swallow thoroughly.

With plenty to eat and drink, there's no worry about food.

These monstrous creatures began to recuperate and reproduce on the crystallized land.

Lin Yuan snapped out of his daze and got out of bed.

Push open the bedroom's French windows and step into the spacious, independent courtyard.

Lin Yuan spread his feet apart, assuming a very standard military combat starting stance.

call!

With a punch, the air was compressed to its limit, creating a sonic boom.

Lin Yuan did not use any divine power; he relied solely on his demigod-level physical foundation to perform a set of military boxing.

This set of boxing techniques was taught to him by Lao Lin when he was a child; it's the simplest, yet deadly.

Every move was bold and expansive.

As his movements quickened, the Dark Gold Divine Liquid within Lin Yuan's body surged even faster.

His blood and qi surged, forming a tangible red wave of energy above his head.

boom! boom! boom!

Lin Yuan's bones dislocated and rearranged, emitting a series of popping sounds.

After finishing a set of punches, he slowly withdrew from the stance and exhaled a breath of hot white air.

After taking a shower, Lin Yuan went to the restaurant on the first floor.

Old Lin came out of the kitchen.

Upon seeing Lin Yuan, Old Lin grinned.

"Yuanzi, your classmate Wang Pangzi has been loitering outside the sentry post for ages."

Old Lin said, "I saw he was carrying big bags and small packages, and he was sweating profusely, so I told the guard to let him in."

Lin Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down.

He only told Fatty Wang about moving to the Xinghuo Military Region Sanatorium.

The moment the words were spoken, the villa gate was pushed open.

Fatty Wang walked in, carrying several exquisite alloy food boxes, his brow beaded with sweat.

His entire body was taut with fat.

Looking at this heavily fortified military villa, I felt so awkward that I didn't know where to put my hands and feet.

"Hello, Uncle Lin!" Fatty Wang quickly bowed, then swallowed and looked at Lin Yuan, "Brother Yuan... this place of yours is amazing."

"The guard who checked IDs at the entrance just now had a stronger presence than some of our teachers."

"Absolutely a demigod!"

Old Lin laughed twice, walked over and took the food box from the fat man's hand.

"You're here! What did you bring? Sit down and have something to eat with us!" Old Lin greeted them warmly.

The fat man waved his hands repeatedly, "I've already eaten, Uncle Lin, please don't be so polite."

Old Lin is a shrewd person.

Judging from the fat man's anxious appearance, he must have something to discuss with Lin Yuan.

He picked up his teacup and waved his hand, "Alright, you young people chat. I'm going to the rehabilitation center to play a couple of games of chess with my old buddies."

The door closed, leaving only the two people in the restaurant.

Lin Yuan picked up his knife and fork, cut the steak on the plate, and put a piece into his mouth.

"Speak, what happened that you came to see me so early in the morning?" Lin Yuan asked calmly.

Fatty Wang stood by the table, his hands gripping the hem of his clothes tightly.

His eyes reddened when he heard Lin Yuan's question.

After a few seconds of silence, Fatty Wang gritted his teeth and spoke.

"Brother Yuan, my dad's meat processing plant was deliberately sabotaged by a major guild in Jiangcheng."

The fat man's voice was filled with suppressed anger and grievance.

"Blood Edge Guild. They've got their eyes on my Grassland Divine Realm and my real-world processing assembly line."

"First, they colluded with several major distributors to cut off our sales channels, and then they sent people to maliciously lower prices at the supply points of the Abyss Defense Line."

A resolute glint flashed in the fat man's eyes, and he took two steps forward.

"Brother Yuan, I didn't dare to speak up in the tavern because there were too many people around. I know your God Realm is a wasteland, and the laws governing it are extremely terrifying."

"But now I've shamelessly come to you, wanting to become your subordinate god!"

The fat man stared intently at Lin Yuan, his tone unwavering: "I don't want any of that bullshit profit sharing, and I don't want any resource subsidies!"

"All I need is a scrap of food to feed the kin of the divine realm!"

Lin Yuan put down his knife and fork.

He looked at the fat man in front of him, whose eyes were bloodshot.

A month ago, on the school playground, I awakened an F-class wasteland and was ridiculed by the whole school.

This fat guy patted his chest and said, "From now on, my meat processing plant will take care of all the wastewater. I'll run the meat processing plant and support you."

There are countless people who add flowers to brocade, but very few who offer charcoal in the snow.

Lin Yuan is a vengeful person, but he also remembers kindness even more.

"Do you know that by signing the supplementary contract, your divine domain node will be completely opened to me?"

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, his tone serious: "Your life and death are entirely in my hands."

"I know!" the fat man said decisively, "but I trust you! It's better than being used as a disposable juicer by those Bloodblade Guild bastards!"

"From now on, all the meat produced in my divine realm will be supplied to your goblins free of charge! Just make sure my pigs don't starve!"

Lin Yuan looked at the fat man and tapped his fingers lightly on the dining table.

"Okay, I promise."

Lin Yuan wiped his mouth and stood up.

"I won't take your things for nothing. I'll provide you with a batch of specially made feed."

Lin Yuan looked directly into the fat man's eyes, his tone completely calm, "But this batch of feed contains radioactive gas from the wasteland and remnants of a bloodbath."

The fat man froze, his entire body trembling with fat.

"If your 'Oink Oink' pigs eat this, there will be a mass die-off. Their genes will collapse, turning them into blood."

Lin Yuan continued, "But as long as they can survive, the surviving pigs will undergo profound mutations."

"They can adapt to harsh environments, and their reproduction rate and size will increase exponentially."

"This is a massacre-style selection process. Do you dare to take it?"

The fat man was terrified.

He knew very well that even demigods would not dare to easily allow toxins to pollute the ecology of their divine realm.

Moreover, he was just a newcomer with E-level talent.

But he gritted his teeth and did not hesitate at all.

"dare!"

The fat man raised his right hand and activated it with his mind.

A faint green light shone from between his eyebrows.

A fist-sized, grassy-scented crystalline phantom floated in mid-air.

This is a projection of the core of his divine realm.

Giving this away is tantamount to handing over your lifeline.

A hint of admiration flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes.

He didn't mince words, raising his right hand and pointing his index finger at the fat man's divine domain core projection.

Dark golden demigod fire surged from Lin Yuan's fingertips, enveloping the green crystal.

Ancient and domineering laws reverberated throughout the restaurant.

Lin Yuan and Fatty Wang officially signed the highest-level [Divine Bond Contract].

The moment the lines of law connect.

Lin Yuan's divine sense followed the passage and perceived the entirety of the fat man's divine domain.

The vast grasslands are home to herds of low-ranking grunting pigs.

And at the moment the contract was established, a trace of the wasteland's laws from the past inevitably seeped in.

The green grass at the edge of the grassland is turning yellow at a visible rate.

Fatty Wang didn't pay much attention, slumped into his chair, and looked relieved.