Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

"Ding! Payment successful. Seventy million Faith Points have been deducted."

Lin Yuan stared at the dwindling number in his account without even blinking.

Spending money on in-game purchases to become stronger isn't shameful.

With a flicker of light, a physical card radiating a pale golden glow and emanating a strong spiritual aura was ejected from the trading bay.

It fell into Lin Yuan's palm.

[Gold-tier Special Environment Card: Rain of the Prophet].

Lin Yuan gripped the card, his consciousness sinking downwards.

A red and green radiation storm whistled in my ears.

He once again hovered above the sky of the Wasteland God Realm.

Below, the Ten Thousand Abyss Blood-Living Golden Violent Demons were squeezed in the center of the basin.

They scratched their heads in frustration at the Protoss Gene Cube, even smashing their own heads with their giant metal fists, sparks flying everywhere.

It's raining.

Lin Yuan's voice was cold as he crushed the gold-level card in his hand with force.

Click.

The moment the card shattered, a vast torrent of golden spiritual energy surged into the sky, piercing through the dark red blood clouds that lingered over the wasteland year-round.

The laws of the divine realm were forcibly interfered with.

A crack appeared in the sky.

Immediately afterwards, a light drizzle of pale golden raindrops fell from the sky.

The rainwater was harmless and had an indescribable coolness.

It pierced through the poisonous miasma and the radiating winds, landing precisely in the center of the entire basin.

The raindrops fell on the monstrous liquid metal bone armor, but instead of sliding down the armor, they seeped into the flesh and rushed straight to the brain.

"roar--!"

A newly formed berserker, five meters tall and having just torn its companions apart in the gladiatorial cage, suddenly let out a scream.

It dropped the severed limbs in its hands and clutched its head tightly with both hands.

That's incredible.

The Prophet's Rain has no idea what gradual progress means.

It was like a rusty iron crowbar, forcefully prying open the skulls of these low-IQ creatures.

They crammed it with massive amounts of spiritual information and the principles of sudden enlightenment.

The monster's eyes were bloodshot and bulging.

Its once incredibly hard skull began to crack.

The liquid metal attempted to repair it, but the expansion of the mental dimension completely ignored physical defenses.

"Bang!"

A muffled thud.

The monster's head exploded on the spot, like a rotten watermelon smashed by a sledgehammer.

Dark red brain matter mixed with metal fragments flew everywhere.

The headless corpse collapsed to the ground with a thud.

This is just the beginning.

As the golden rain intensified, the entire Demon Territory transformed into a massive firecracker display.

boom! boom! boom!

One after another, headshots echoed across the carbonized, crystallized land.

Those violent demons with low intelligence and extremely poor mental resistance.

They simply couldn't withstand the impact of this brain expansion and collapsed in droves.

Brain death.

Died on the spot.

Lin Yuan crossed his arms and coldly looked down at the large number of dead members of his clan below.

His eyes were calm and still, without a trace of heartache.

"The wasteland doesn't support idlers. If you can't even withstand a rainstorm, you're destined to be cannon fodder on the Abyss battlefield," Lin Yuan thought to himself.

Death was merely a byproduct of this torrential rain.

The real miracle is unfolding among the survivors.

A blood-soaked demon gritted its teeth, blood flowing from its seven orifices and its skull cracking. But it did not fall.

After we weathered the first, most violent wave of impact.

The pure chaos and bloodlust in its eyes began to fade rapidly.

It raised its head and looked at the [Star Spirit Gene Monument] emitting a ghostly blue light in the center of the Blood Abyss Sea.

It understood.

Before, it only saw that stone as a glowing toy.

Now, it can see the ancient patterns flowing on the stone and the two evolutionary paths leading to the ultimate.

The tyrannical demon strode toward the "Titan" monument on the left.

The moment their palms touched, a dark golden light enveloped them.

It no longer foolishly makes the metal thicker, as it did before.

It began to actively control the liquid metal on its body surface, carrying out high-density microscopic reorganization according to the muscle texture of the Titan.

The same epiphany occurred among tens of thousands of violent demons who survived the calamity.

Those four thousand elite tyrants who had long since completed the map crossing were even more at ease.

The rain had almost no negative effects on them.

They greedily absorb the prophetic factors in the rainwater.

The already crude stealth techniques have become even more unpredictable.

More than 1000 monstrous demons following the "Shadow Step" route stretched their figures into semi-transparent black shadows in the rain and merged into the void.

What's even more surprising is that among these 4000 elite animals...

Since a very small number of exceptionally gifted individuals, under the extreme impact of sudden enlightenment, touch the threshold of another path.

Like a tyrant, he successfully grasped the "prototype" stage of the dual sequence.

The one who underwent the most dramatic change was undoubtedly the leader, the Tyrant.

The tyrant did not stand under the square monument.

It stood at the edge of the Blood Abyss Sea, tilting its head back and opening its massive maw to swallow the golden rainwater.

Its body grew taller again, exceeding twelve meters.

What's even more terrifying is the aura emanating from it.

The left half of his body was covered in liquid metal that had solidified into thick, mountain-like Titan scales, exuding an aura of absolute dominance as immovable as a mountain.

The right half of his body, however, had its metal armor become thin and black, capable of absorbing all light, ready to cut into the void at any time.

It was already a rudimentary form of a double sequence!

Under the powerful effects of the prophetic rain, it progressed further within the nascent forms of these two distinct gene sequences.

He pushed the ultimate power of Titan and the absolute concealment of Shadow to a deeper level of qualitative change.

A chain reaction has begun.

The rain of the prophet covered the entire basin.

The rainwater gathered into golden streams, flowing down the terrain into the deep abyss of blood in the center.

It then overflowed and flowed towards the River Styx at the edge.

Although diluted, the brain-damaging effects contained in rainwater are still deadly to basal organisms.

On the surface of the River Styx.

Thousands of trembling liquid gold crabs and scarlet flying blade bone fish were the first to come into contact with the river water mixed with golden rain.

Their pitifully small single-celled brains are no match for this kind of torment.

A series of crackling sounds echoed across the water, like someone had thrown tens of thousands of firecrackers into the river.

Large numbers of crabs and piranhas exploded from their brains due to blood saturation.

Severed limbs and green bodily fluids covered the river surface.

Only a very small number of exceptionally gifted mutants withstood the impact.

Their compound eyes and fish eyes have lost some of their dullness and gained a touch of coldness and cunning.

In the sky, the flock of Black Gold Blade Feathered Vultures and the Infrasonic Bone Blade Bats in the cave also felt the lingering power of the rain.

They dared not approach the center of the basin, filled with both fear and longing.

It can only hover low over the edge, greedily inhaling the golden water vapor that evaporates into the air.

As for the Dark Gold Poisonous Miasma Insect Clan, located at the very edge of the Divine Realm, a full 300,000 meters away from the basin...

It has no effect whatsoever.

The distance is too far; the rain can't reach that side at all.

Millions of giant metal cockroaches continued to gnaw on the slag, seemingly carefree and happily eating their fill.

Lin Yuan withdrew his gaze.

He didn't even flinch when tens of thousands of his kin died.

The flesh and blood of the dead and defective become nutrients for the earth's veins, and their souls transform into the fierce winds within the killing and dueling cage.

In the wasteland, death is simply the recycling of resources.

Lin Yuan turned his head and looked at the very center of the Blood Abyss Sea.

There stood a huge, black, metallic lump.

It is the [Liquid Gold Blood-Devouring Demon Tree] currently in seclusion.

"The power of the remnant roots of the mother tree is to endlessly pollute and extract the planet's essence."

"The Demon Tree itself also absorbs fire poison and earth vein energy, and these two are highly overlapping." Lin Yuan stroked his chin.

It's like forcibly mixing two cups of highly concentrated sulfuric acid together.

When it emerges from its cocoon, who knows how far it will rise beyond its original capabilities to an outrageous level.

It may still produce some kind of unprecedented abnormal mutation.

He was somewhat expectant.

But transformation takes time, and forced intervention will only destroy this seedling that is halfway to the extraordinary.

Lin Yuan didn't linger. With a thought, he withdrew from the divine realm.

……

The next two weeks.

Lin Yuan's life returned to an extremely regular straight line.

Aside from staying in the divine realm, he attends some mandatory virtual classes.

He was once an unknown nobody at the bottom of the school, but now he has become a prominent figure at No. 3 Middle School.

I walk in the school corridor every day.

Good morning, Brother Yuan!

"Abyss God, activate!"

"Lin Yuan, this is a virtual bento box I made myself, you absolutely must accept it!"

Whether they are students in regular classes or former high-achieving students in elite classes.

Upon seeing Lin Yuan, everyone greeted him with a broad smile and made way for him.

In a world where power originates from within, the worship of the strong is an instinct ingrained in our very being.

Fatty Wang is currently riding high on his success.

He walked beside Lin Yuan every day, a true trailblazer.

"Make way, make way! Don't block my brother Yuan's view of fresh air! The letters of friendship will be on the right!"

Fatty Wang waved his chubby hand, blocking several girls who wanted to approach him and chat them up.

"Fatty, you've taken a lot of kickbacks lately, haven't you?" Lin Yuan glanced at him and asked casually.

Fatty Wang shuddered and quickly lowered his voice, "Brother Yuan, please understand! I only received a small fee for them finding out your preferences; I absolutely did nothing to ruin your reputation!"

"Alright, just don't cause trouble." Lin Yuan was too lazy to bother with him.

The surrounding praise and the trending topics on forums.

For him, it was like a gentle breeze, something that just passed by and that was it.

He knew very well that the main event was the upcoming midterm exam for stream selection.