Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Ding--

The virtual classroom bell rang on time.

The noise from Class 2 of Senior Three disappeared in a second.

The space on the podium was distorted.

A middle-aged man dressed in a black military uniform, with his left sleeve hanging empty, appeared out of nowhere.

He had a buzz cut and a hideous scar that ran from the corner of his eye to his chin.

Class teacher Lei Yan, a demigod.

According to the hierarchy of the divine world, those who awaken to the divine realm at the age of eighteen can only be considered divine beings in the awakening stage.

As one progresses upwards, the divine realm expands and one's kin advance to become a demigod.

Demigods are divided into nine stages, each stage involving a transformation within the divine realm.

Lei Yan supported himself on the podium with one arm, his gaze sweeping over the neatly arranged virtual seats below.

The demigod's aura wasn't deliberately released, yet it still caused several students in the front row to instinctively hold their breath.

"Yesterday's awakening ceremony has ended. Several people in the class have very impressive stats." Lei Yan's voice was deep and powerful.

"My family has invested tens of millions of faith points, raised our initial clan to the Bronze rank, and the divine realm environment is also extremely perfect. We're ten years ahead of everyone else right from the start."

Upon hearing this, several top students straightened their backs.

They tried to suppress the smiles in their eyes, but the sense of superiority in their eyes was impossible to hide.

In the world of gods, the ability to make money is itself a talent.

Lei Yan took in all these subtle expressions.

He suddenly let out a cold laugh.

"Feeling proud? Thinking that having a divine realm to support thousands of believers means you can live a carefree life as a superior being?"

Lei Yan straightened up, tapping his fingers on the table. "Do you guys think being a god is like playing a farming simulator? Harvesting crops every day, listening to prayers, and then lying in your villa counting faith points?"

The atmosphere in the classroom suddenly cooled down.

Lei Yan didn't waste any words and waved his hand.

A holographic projection screen suddenly appeared out of thin air at the location of the blackboard.

An unedited video begins to play.

The background of the image is the vast and boundless universe.

A massive planet floats in the very center.

It is the Kingdom of a certain true God.

According to common knowledge about the realm of gods, only those who comprehend a trace of the laws of the universe and condense a "divine spark" deep within their souls can become true gods.

Only then can the illusory divine realm be completely materialized and elevated to a divine kingdom.

In God's kingdom, the mountains and rivers are magnificent, and countless angels with pure white wings patrol the sky.

next second.

The crystal wall system at the edge of the starry sea shattered with a deafening roar.

The dark gray fog surged in like a tsunami.

Hundreds of millions of abyssal insectoids, each the size of a mountain, emerged from the cracks.

They disregarded the divine kingdom's shield and devoured the barrier of laws.

In the image, a towering phantom of a true god rises from the center of the divine kingdom.

He wielded a thunderous spear, destroying hundreds of thousands of Zerg with a single swing.

But behind the swarm of insects, a giant black claw covered with compound eyes reached out from the void.

Ignoring the thunder, the giant claw grabbed the head of the phantom of the true god.

Grip it tightly.

The phantom of the true god shattered, and golden divine blood sprinkled across the starry sky.

The divine kingdom was completely overwhelmed and devoured by the swarm of insects in just a dozen seconds.

The projected image is split. A surveillance video clip appears on the right.

Inside a frontline fortress of the Human Star Alliance.

A middle-aged man dressed in the uniform of a high-ranking general is sitting in front of the command platform.

At the same moment that the phantom of the true god was crushed in the video.

The officer's body suddenly convulsed violently.

boom!

His body exploded, and bits of flesh and blood splattered across the walls of the command room in a radial pattern.

The recording ended, and the projection disappeared.

The virtual classroom was deathly silent.

Several girls covered their mouths, their faces pale, and suppressed gagging sounds came from their throats.

The top students, who were just feeling smug, now had weak legs and slumped back in their chairs.

The cruel reality was laid bare before the eyes of these eighteen-year-olds.

"Did you see that?"

Lei Yan braced his hands on the podium, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"That's what happens to a lower-level true god. You're not even demigods; in the eyes of the abyss monsters, you're not even worthy of being snacks."

"Times haven't changed; this place has always been a meat grinder."

Lei Yan's voice echoed in the classroom.

"Don't treat the divine realm like a sheepfold! The rifts in the abyss are widening every day, and people are dying on the front lines every day! Remember, we are gods, but we are warriors even more!"

He turned around and used his remaining arm to write four large characters on the holographic blackboard: Faith in War.

Why does the Federal University only value combat-oriented deities during admissions? Why are life-related and logistical deities never admitted to the core ranks?

"Because when the abyssal demons break through the defenses and descend into reality, the fragile bodies of the living deities cannot even withstand a single claw from them!"

"The general faith points earned by ordinary believers through daily prayers can only be used for trading and maintaining the operation of the divine realm."

"Only when your people fight, bleed, and endure life-or-death trials in the divine realm will their fanatical emotions give rise to the [War Faith]."

"And it is this kind of faith that can best nourish your physical body, giving you the power to move mountains and fill seas in reality!"

Lin Yuan, who was sitting in the back corner, twitched slightly when he heard this.

No wonder I was able to lift a 50-pound solid wood table with one hand when I woke up this morning.

One hundred petrified goblins fought each other to the death in the wasteland in order to digest the medicinal effects of the poisonous mushrooms.

The mechanism for generating war faith was unintentionally triggered.

"Teacher Lei."

A voice, trembling with sobs, broke the silence.

He is a commoner student who has awakened an F-level talent for [Plant Growth Acceleration].

She stood up, her body trembling slightly.

"So, for people like us who awakened a talent for being useless, or who are destined to only take the logistics route... are we just left to wait to die?"

The atmosphere in the classroom was extremely oppressive.

Most of the students in the class lowered their heads.

Resources, talents, and background—these things are already set the moment one awakens.

Lei Yan looked at the student, his cold gaze softening slightly.

He remained silent for a few seconds.

"The country needs logistics."

Lei Yan's tone remained stiff.

"Fighting on the front lines requires massive amounts of food cards, ore cards, and basic materials."

"As long as you produce resources as much as possible and supply the front lines, the troops there will be able to protect you."

"but."

Lei Yan emphasized his words.

"You must understand one thing. If you entrust your safety to others, your fate will forever be in their hands."

These words struck a chord with many ordinary students.

A profound sense of powerlessness permeated the entire virtual classroom.

Lin Yuan sat in his seat.

On the surface, he was just like the other students around him, with his head down, seemingly crushed by the harsh reality.

But his eyes were unusually bright.

The image of Old Lin's rusty mechanical prosthetic limb flashed through his mind.

The image flashed through my mind of Old Lin, who would break out in a cold sweat every night because of the shattering of his divine essence, but would bite the corner of the blanket tightly to keep quiet.

Old Lin was also a true hero on the front lines back then, and he also entrusted his back to his comrades.

As a result, the battle lines collapsed, half of his divine kingdom was devoured by demons, and his divine status shattered.

He became a cripple who had to carefully budget even when buying cheap liquor.

Is our destiny in the hands of others?

Lin Yuan's hands clenched slightly under the desk.

Absolutely not.