Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

Lin Yuan's consciousness returned to reality, and a large area in front of him went black.

[Creation Extraction] The continuous stripping away of negative keywords brought his mental energy to the brink of depletion.

He collapsed to the ground, blood gushing from his nose.

No time was wasted checking my physical condition.

He groped his way to the desk, grabbed the tactical board, and connected to the military's trading network.

Enter the "Spiritual Nourishment" section.

[Silver-grade Soul-Gathering Liquid]

Function: Made with high-purity Linglan crystal, supplemented with Star Sea Tranquilizing Grass extract.

It gently repairs the depletion of mental energy caused by mental exhaustion; however, it should be consumed in conjunction with a period of deep sleep.

Price: 6 million Faith Points.

It suits his current situation perfectly.

The reality receiving capsule lights up, displaying teleportation array patterns.

A vial of glass medicine, shimmering with a soft, silvery-white light, fell into my palm.

Lin Yuan bit open the tube and drank the Soul-Gathering Liquid in one gulp.

The cool energy flowed down the throat into the abdomen, then transformed into strands of gentle spiritual energy that merged into the parched sea of ​​consciousness.

He grabbed a blanket, collapsed onto the bed, and fell asleep immediately.

The period of withdrawal from management has begun.

All he can do now is wait.

……

Within the realm of the gods.

The Time Acceleration Card and the Propagation Card are effective simultaneously.

The silvery turbulent flow of time transformed into visible ripples, enveloping the entire wasteland basin.

The flow of time in the divine realm is disconnected from that in the main world.

A second outside is stretched into several days and nights here.

At the same time, the gold-level breeding card emitted a green glow.

Following the turbulent flow of time, it seeps into every inch of the carbonized and crystalline earth's crust.

The green light ignored the radiation storm of interwoven red and green, and ignored the dark purple pollen that filled the sky.

Precisely injected into the bodies of all surviving organisms.

A frenzy of reproduction erupted.

In the center of the basin dwells the Bloodthirsty Gold-Breaking Demon, in the sky the Demonic Vulture, in the water the Bone Fish, and in the swamp the Liquid Gold Crab…

Stimulated by the green light, all species enter a decade-long period of frenzied mating.

There is no reason, only the most primitive expansion instinct transmitted from the depths of the genes.

The biological population has exploded exponentially within a decade.

The 20,000 monstrous demons multiplied to hundreds of thousands.

Subsidiary races have frequently surpassed the millions mark.

however.

In this breeding frenzy.

The first to experience a qualitative change in class and rewrite the fate of the race.

They are those marginalized, low-level creatures—the [Dark Gold Poisonous Miasma Insect Clan].

The outermost edge of the divine realm.

Ten million tons of [demon insect corpses buried soil] piled up to form a continuous black mountain range.

The soil emitted a strong, putrid stench, mixed with shriveled venom glands and broken insect gene sequences.

This is disgusting garbage for other races.

But for the Dark Gold Poisonous Mist Insect Clan, it is the perfect food treasure trove.

Hundreds of thousands of insectoids, each half a meter long and covered in dark green metallic armor, plunged headfirst into the burial soil.

eat.

Eating voraciously.

They opened their mouths, which were covered with barbs of metal, and swallowed the black soil mixed with rotting flesh and fragments of genes.

The landfill soil entered the Zerg's body, causing their stomach acid to churn violently.

Their originally inferior genetic chains were forcibly broken during the process of devouring, and they were fused with the incomplete sequences of the higher-level Zerg.

The body expands. The shell sheds and reforms.

A verdant, radiant glow enveloped the entire landfill mountain range.

The well-fed Zerg mate and lay eggs deep in the dark underground.

One million in the first month.

Three million in the first year.

In the third year, the insect population exceeded eight million.

The entire landfill mountain, weighing tens of millions of tons, was hollowed out, transforming into a complex, giant insect nest.

Millions of Dark Gold Poisonous Mist Insects roamed through it.

By the tenth year...

The breeding frenzy reached its peak. The Zerg population officially surpassed seventeen million.

With a population of tens of millions, this inferior race finally reached the threshold of evolution.

The qualitative change occurred in the core lair at the deepest part of the earth.

Millions of strong worker and soldier insects.

The purest energy substances from the landfill and the incomplete cores of the high-level Zerg were all transported to the core lair.

They no longer feed indiscriminately, but instead pile up their resources.

They then collectively expelled high concentrations of neurotoxins, melting them into a pool of eerie purple liquid.

Millions of Zerg crawled on the ground, emitting regular pheromones.

They are offering sacrifices, they are waiting.

The original liquid began to boil, and two huge black insect eggs slowly formed within it.

Click.

The eggs on the left side ruptured first.

A gigantic insectoid creature, extremely bulky and over ten meters long, crawled out.

It has neither strong limbs nor sharp mouthparts.

Most of its body is occupied by a translucent ovipositor.

The Zerg Matrix.

It deprives the entire swarm of reproductive rights.

From the moment it was born, millions of Zerg lost their ability to reproduce.

All gene integration, evolutionary deduction, and offspring reproduction are concentrated in one person.

It is a tireless breeding machine.

Immediately afterwards, the insect eggs on the right side shattered.

A Zerg creature, only one meter long but with an extremely slender figure and a streamlined, violent aesthetic, stood up.

It sheds the Zerg's original bulky, multi-legged arthropod structure, and its entire body is covered with a layer of armor-like silver exoskeleton.

Its torso and limbs are very similar in proportion to humans, but two arm blades, each half a meter long, protrude from its forearms.

With a gentle flick of the wrist, it shattered the surrounding rocks.

In their narrow, smooth compound eyes, there was no trace of the Zerg's innate chaos and bloodlust.

Only the coldness and absolute rationality brought about by extremely high intelligence.

The Zerg King.

It is not responsible for reproduction.

Its existence serves only one purpose.

Command the swarm, plan the evolutionary path, and carve out a way for your race to survive in the brutal wasteland.

The mother governs the internal affairs, while the king governs the external affairs.

The Dark Gold Poisonous Mist Insectoid Clan has officially completed its class solidification.

The thirteenth year.

The ten million tons of soil used to bury the corpses of the demonic insects has been completely used up.

Although the Divine Realm is filled with a large number of wildly growing Ash Spores, enough to sustain the basic life of the swarm.

But these vegetarian foods simply cannot provide the energy needed for the continued evolution of millions of Zerg.

They are driven by a deep-seated craving for superior flesh and blood.

They surged out of their underground nests, and a dense swarm of black insects covered the outermost edge of the divine realm.

They are no longer content with simply eating mushrooms on the ground.

The swarm of insects changed direction, aiming their greedy mouthparts at the basin in the center of the divine realm.

There is a sea of ​​blood, a demonic tree exuding deadly allure, and an abundance of flesh and blood.

Millions of Zerg swarmed forward, preparing to charge.

A dark golden afterimage descended from the sky and crashed heavily into the forefront of the insect swarm.

boom!

The crystalline crust broke apart.

The Zerg king slowly straightened his body.

It raised its dark gold arm blade and emitted an extremely sharp, high-frequency hiss.

The screech was laced with an aura of dominance.

The hundreds of thousands of soldier insects at the forefront froze in place.

His limbs trembled, and he dared not take another step forward.

The Zerg overlord turned around, his compound eyes gazing at the distant central basin.

In sight, that area was shrouded in a dense storm of red and green.

The canopy of the Liquid Gold Blood-Devouring Demon Tree obscured the sky, and scattered purple pollen danced in the air.

The stagnant waters of the underworld transformed into a wide moat, where terrifying bone fish exuding an aura of death swam.

Deeper still, there were monsters, their bodies as large as hills, clad in black liquid metal.

The murderous aura emanating from them could suffocate the insect king even from hundreds of thousands of kilometers away.

The Insect King knew very well that the swarm of tens of millions of insects only appeared to be enormous.

Once they rush into that basin, they will only be slaughtered as food.

It swung its arm blade and severed the heads of two soldier insects that tried to defy orders and move forward.

Green bodily fluids splattered.

Absolute suppression.

The Insect King releases pheromones and issues new commands.

Cease the advance towards the center. Construct a Zerg network on the spot.

The millions of Zerg immediately changed direction.

They began frantically excavating the carbonized crust, using the strong acids they secreted to soften the rock layers.

At the very edge of the divine realm, a vast network of underground tunnels was constructed, encircling most of the wasteland.

They completely tightened their defenses, avoiding the central area's sharpest attacks.

The food problem remains unresolved.

The Insect King stood on a mountain ridge, his gaze fixed on three other directions at the edge of the divine realm.

There stand three wasteland radiation towers, hundreds of meters high.

After absorbing 100,000 tons of highly enriched uranium slag, these three radiation towers became veritable death landmarks.

The tower shimmered with a faint light.

The red and green radiation storms spewed out were mixed with pure black uranium rays.

Black rays swept across the earth, distorting the air.

The Insect King sensed the radiant power that was enough to destroy everything, and from it, he sensed an opportunity to force a genetic mutation.

If you don't evolve, you'll be eliminated by the monsters in the center.

The Insect King raised its arms.

Pheromones spread throughout the millions of insect soldiers via underground networks.

Command issued: Charge, target, radiation tower.

Every day, the Insect King allocates 500,000 worker insects, the old, weak, sick, and disabled, who are at the bottom of the hierarchy.

Half a million Zerg were driven by soldier Zerg.

Leaving the underground network, they ran wildly towards the radiation tower.

Stepping into the outermost edge of the radiation zone.

A red and green storm, mixed with poisonous gas, swept in.

The Zerg's prized metal armor is now showing signs of rust and its mouthparts are corroded by poison gas.

They didn't stop.

Continue deeper, entering the middle section.

The free-floating black uranium rays swept across the swarm of insects.

There was no explosion, no screams.

The Zerg, struck by the black ray, had their hard carapace instantly carbonized and shattered.

Under the extremely terrifying high-energy radiation, the flesh and blood vaporized, turning into pools of viscous solution.

Hundreds of thousands of Zerg were melted in swathes beneath the radiation tower in just over ten minutes.

These molten insectoid solutions seeped into the deepest parts of the earth's veins along the cracks in the carbonized crust.

The earth's veins surged, becoming nourishment for the [Liquid Gold Blood-Devouring Demon Tree].

Those on the periphery are sent to their deaths, while those in the center receive reinforcements.

On the first day, half a million Zerg were wiped out.

The next day, another 500,000 were sent to charge, and they were wiped out again.

Day three, day four...

It took a full three months.

The Insect King ruthlessly executed its filler tactics.

They promptly drove a massive number of their kin to their deaths.

The number of tens of millions has been drastically reduced due to this consumption.

If it cannot adapt, it can only serve as a solution to nourish the earth's veins.

Until the fourth month.

A force of 500,000 men entered the inner ring of the radiation zone.

A sky full of black uranium rays fell.

Large numbers of Zerg collapsed under the rays.

It is located less than 100 meters from the bottom of the radiation tower.

Three smaller insects with eerie gray-black shells survived.

The uranium rays struck them, but did not cause their bodies to collapse.

The gray-black carapace on its body absorbs some of the radiation energy, emitting a faint black glow.

They survived the catastrophic mutation.

Through disruption and recombination, the gene sequence successfully completed its initial adaptation to uranium radiation.

The Insect King stood atop a distant mountain, its compound eyes contracting.

It detected faint pheromones emitted by the three surviving individuals.

The Insect King transformed into a silver lightning bolt, charging into the arena despite the surrounding radiation storm.

It ignored its kin melting around it.

He used his arm blade to lift the three barely alive surviving Zerg, then retreated to his underground lair.

The king arrived at the core incubation room without any obstacles.

Throw the three mutated insects in front of the mother's fleshy sac.

The mother opened the slit in the fleshy sac and swallowed it whole.

Gene extraction. Deconstruction. Fusion.

three days later.

The mother convulsed violently and laid 10,000 giant insect eggs with black spots.

These insect eggs contain gene fragments that were the first generation of radiation-resistant organisms.

The king did not allow these insect eggs to hatch in a safe nest.

It personally issued the instructions.

The Insect King gazed at the eggs and issued commands.

A large number of soldier insects stepped forward and carried the gray-green insect eggs.

Instead of placing their eggs in a safe hatchery, they dug tunnels through the underground network to the bottom of the radiation tower.

Despite the intense radiation, the soldier insects stacked the new batch of eggs directly beneath the radiation tower.

After the eggs were laid, the soldier insects could not withstand the radiation from the ground and melted into a solution.

The old shell perished in the radiation, and new life was conceived in the nuclear dead zone.

Under the direct penetration and irradiation of uranium rays, the insect eggs begin to hatch.

The survival rate is less than one percent.

Of the 10,000 insect eggs, only a little over 90 newborn insectoids eventually hatched.

However, these ninety-odd newborn individuals were born with pure black uranium carapaces.

They are not only immune to radiation within a five-mile radius, but can even open their pores.

It actively absorbs free uranium energy to enhance the neurotoxic miasma it spews.

The king brought these ninety-odd first-generation mutant insects back to the nest.

Feed it to the mother again.

Extraction, fusion, and propagation.

A new batch of insect eggs was transported to an area three miles from the radiation tower and buried deep there.

Hatching, death, survival.

They devour and reproduce again.

Generation after generation, iterating from one generation to the next.

During this century-long period of seclusion, completely outside the control of the gods, these insects resided at the very bottom of the wasteland.

They are raising their racial ceiling in a near-self-destructive way.

The number of Zerg that died under the tower is impossible to count.

But that endless pool of corpses.

A new swarm of insects, bathed in uranium rays and wielding destructive miasma, is rapidly taking shape in the shadows.

Time accelerates and continues.

……