Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Upon hearing this condition, the eyes of several top students who had just signed contracts nearby turned red with envy.

One billion!

Pick your loot first!

This kind of privilege is practically treating Lin Yuan as a partner of the same level.

All eyes were on Lin Yuan.

Waiting for him to sign his name with gratitude.

Lin Yuan looked at the contract in front of him, but did not reach out to take it.

The sugar-coated bullets of the chaebols are indeed tempting.

But in this cruel world of gods, there is never a free lunch.

Double compensation? Priority selection?

Once you encounter a terrifying sixth or even seventh-order being deep within the Demon God's plane.

These tycoons will not hesitate to use the families of ordinary people as human shields to cover their retreat.

If you lose your life, what can you use to ask for compensation?

not to mention.

The military is spending so many resources on itself.

What we need is a lone wolf who can carve a bloody path through the elite circles of the provincial capital.

He's not some timid, subservient person.

He followed behind Chu Yunxuan as a subordinate and provided support.

Forget about being in the top ten in major exams, you can't even get into the top one hundred.

"I'm sorry, Young Master Chu."

Lin Yuan leaned back, crossed his arms in front of him, and spoke with a resolute tone.

I appreciate your kindness.

Chu Yunxuan's smile froze slightly.

Lin Yuan met Chu Yunxuan's gaze and offered a good excuse.

"You said it yourself, I'm going for a wasteland mutation build." Lin Yuan pointed to Fatty Wang behind him. "My units are all brainless, bloodthirsty monsters."

"Once they go berserk on the battlefield, they'll even eat the corpses of their own soldiers."

"If I were to mix with your main force, I'm afraid my monsters would lose control and devour your kin as a side dish."

"It wouldn't be good if it damaged the harmony."

Lin Yuan stood up and straightened his collar: "For everyone's safety, it's better if I act alone."

"Wishing all the best in your exams!"

Having said that, Lin Yuan turned and walked towards the conference room door without any hesitation.

Fatty Wang quickly followed.

Chu Yunxuan sat in the main seat, watching Lin Yuan's departing figure, without saying a word to stop him.

A deep sense of regret flashed in his eyes.

His ranking on StarNet was close to Lin Yuan's, and he knew very well what Lin Yuan's terrifying 98% win rate meant.

It's a real pity that we couldn't recruit this top-tier fighter.

"Young Master Chu, this kid surnamed Lin is too arrogant!"

After Lin Yuan left.

A Chu family follower sitting below sneered, his face full of disdain.

"Do you really think that winning a few games on the wargame and getting some investment from the military means you can run rampant in the Demon God Realm?"

"Once all his monsters are dead, let's see how he'll be begging us for help!"

"Exactly, they're ungrateful. We'll find a chance once we're in the exam hall..."

"Shut up."

Chu Yunxuan coldly uttered two words.

The henchman, who had been chattering away just moments before, fell silent instantly, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

"Young Master Chu... did I say something wrong?" The henchman stammered, feeling uneasy under his gaze.

"You're an idiot." Chu Yunxuan's voice was flat, yet chilling.

Do you know what level of investment he received?

"A member of the military's highest-ranking S-class unit, personally approved by Xiao Lie, the commander-in-chief of the Starfire Legion!"

The henchman's legs went weak and his face turned deathly pale.

The military commander-in-chief appreciated him.

This is a powerful and ruthless figure in the military, a living Yama whom even the top families in the provincial capital dare not provoke.

Chu Yunxuan coldly swept his gaze over everyone present and issued a stern warning: "Once you enter the Ember-07 plane, no one is allowed to provoke Lin Yuan."

"If you insist on going against this tough issue, do it in your own name. Don't cause trouble for the Chu family."

"The Chu family will never help you collect your corpses."

After speaking, Chu Yunxuan turned to look at the dark red area on the star map.

He knew very well what Lin Yuan was like now.

He is no longer the ordinary student who could be manipulated by conglomerates using their resources.

A lone wolf that has grown up has already revealed its fangs, sharp enough to crush steel.

……

The exhaust plume of a departing private spaceship streaks across the sky.

Fatty Wang sat opposite Lin Yuan, the animal-hide sofa beneath him feeling like it had nails stuck in it, making it uncomfortable no matter how he sat.

He stared out the window at the Chu family warship that was getting further and further away, and then looked at Lin Yuan, who had a calm expression.

Finally, I couldn't help but wipe the cold sweat from my forehead.

"Brother Yuan, I'm feeling really uneasy," Fatty Wang said in a low voice, his two fleshy hands nervously twisting together.

"That's the Chu family, you know. Wasn't the way we refused them just now a little...?"

"That's a bit too hardcore? Chu Yunxuan's face was so cold, I felt like he was going to shoot our spaceship down any second."

Lin Yuan closed his eyes to rest, not even lifting his eyelids: "Scared?"

"I'm not afraid. I have more than 20,000 Black Demon Pigs. They just go in and start mining."

Fatty Wang shrank back, looking somewhat conflicted, and said, "But that's the Demon God Plane. Old Lei's description is terrifying—hundreds of millions of Abyss natives, and shattered divine essences..."

Fatty Wang didn't say the rest of his words.

"You can become dependent on someone who clings to your thigh too much." Lin Yuan knew what he was going to say, and slowly opened his eyes.

"In the contract that Chu Yunxuan gave us, every line was written with 'benefits,' but what was revealed between the lines was 'cannon fodder.'"

"What he wants is a shield to take the blows for him, not a partner to share the spoils."

"Once we reach the core area and encounter real danger, he will not hesitate to sacrifice everyone to protect his Chu family."

Fatty Wang paused for a moment, then nodded thoughtfully: "That's true. These rich people are all about wanting everything, they're really wicked."

"Besides," Lin Yuan paused, a faint smile playing on his lips, "I don't really need these powerful figures right now."

"It's better to grow into a towering tree than to beg for handouts."

"Brother Yuan, you really nailed that act, I give you full marks." Fatty Wang gave a thumbs up.

The unease in her heart was largely dispelled by Lin Yuan's almost supernatural confidence.

The spacecraft landed smoothly on the private helipad of the Starfire Sanatorium.

After seeing Wang Pangzi off, Lin Yuan returned to the villa's secret room alone.

He first opened the account interface on his personal terminal.

There are still over 5 million faith points.

"Quantity is currently the biggest weakness."

Lin Yuan recalled the scene within the divine realm.

While the Rain of the Prophet saved the remaining 40,000-plus Violent Demon Gene Maps, it also eliminated nearly 60,000 individuals with weaker mental constitutions.

In the upcoming interdimensional war, 40,000 elite troops will be able to launch a brilliant surprise attack.

But it cannot hold the vast defense line, nor can it fill such a massive meat grinder.

He needs to mass produce troops.

Not only must it explode, but it must explode at an insane speed.

The price of such madness is the need for food.

There was an enormous amount of food, far more than could be.

Lin Yuan put on the virtual helmet again and connected to the Starfire Legion's top-secret internal network.

A flash of white light, followed by the deafening roar of machinery.

This time, Lin Yuan navigated the steel fortress with practiced ease and headed straight for the Logistics Strategic Staff Department.

"Sizzle—"

The alloy door slid open, and a familiar atmosphere, a mixture of gunpowder smoke and anxiety, rushed out.

The logistics officer remained standing in front of the holographic screen.

His voice was louder than last time, and the veins on his forehead throbbed like earthworms.

"I'll say it again, shove that malfunctioning thruster into the furnace and recast it!"

"Don't fucking talk to me about scrap rate! On the front lines, scrap rate is death rate!"