Transcending Godhood: I Extract Keywords and Crush the Gods

The emotions within the virtual classroom continue to spread.

Lei Yan tapped on the podium, drawing everyone's attention back.

"To help you survive a few more seconds in this real defense test, the Federal military is issuing a final perk."

He clicked on a document on the holographic screen.

"The Spark Defense Student Loan Program is now officially open to all senior high school students."

Lei Yan scanned the room, his tone cold and undisguised: "Interest-free, no collateral required. You can use this money to buy weapons, food, and combat skill cards."

"The repayment will only begin when you graduate and officially go to the front lines to serve."

"Remember, this is the nation's last act of mercy towards you, and it's also the money we've saved for your coffins in advance."

A detailed loan amount table popped up on the holographic screen.

Lin Yuan looked up.

Initial rating: C; Loan amount: 200 million Faith Points.

Grade D rating, 100 million.

Grade E rating, 30.

F-level rating... Maximum 1.

A collective gasp filled the classroom.

At this moment, the barriers of class are transformed into cold, hard numbers, slapped bluntly in everyone's faces.

One step at a time, one step at a time.

Students with a C-level rating start at two million, while those with an F-level rating can't even get ten thousand.

"Teacher, this is not fair!" A commoner boy with an E-level rating stood up and shouted, his face flushed.

"What can you buy with 300,000? Even a regular Black Iron-grade combat skill card costs 20,000!"

"Those C-ranked members, just by using potions, could have their clans upgraded to Black Iron Five-Star!"

Lei Yan didn't even lift his eyelids: "Fairness? Wait until you get to the front lines of the Abyss, then go talk about fairness with those Void Beasts that are as big as mountains."

"The Federation's resources are limited and will only be allocated to those who are valuable. Useless people do not deserve to waste the nation's faith points."

The boy was speechless and slumped down.

Just then, a sneer came from the front row.

Zhao Tianze, a rich second-generation heir with a B+ rating and a prominent figure in the class, stood up.

He straightened his collar and slightly raised his chin.

"Teacher Lei, I've submitted my application. The five million yuan limit was approved instantly."

Zhao Tianze looked around, his gaze sweeping over the indignant commoner students, a mocking smile playing on his lips.

"In addition, my family just gave me an extra five million in private investment yesterday. That makes a total of ten million faith points."

Zhao Tianze's words exploded like a bomb in the classroom.

Ten million!

Many ordinary students have never seen so many religious sites in their entire lives.

This huge sum of money is enough to sweep through the Pantheon trading website.

They equipped all of the hundreds of their companions with heavy armor made of fine steel, along with standard enchanted weapons.

They could even hire a low-level demigod to be a special training instructor for a few days.

"I've secured the blueprints for the best barracks in the entire school this time," Zhao Tianze said confidently, as if stating a given fact.

The surrounding followers immediately clapped and cheered.

"Ze-ge is awesome! Five million down the drain, and those Abyss Projections wouldn't even be enough to fill the orcs' teeth!"

"What is money power? It's fucking part of your talent!"

"Hey Ze, let's team up for the assessment! Let the guys get some points!"

Fatty Wang sat in the back row, looking at the 8 yuan limit on his terminal, and scratched his hair hard.

He sighed and turned to look at Lin Yuan beside him.

"Yuanzi," the fat man lowered his voice, "how many grades did this lousy system give you for that F- rating?"

Lin Yuan looked down, and a pitiful gray notification popped up on the divine terminal on his wrist.

Based on your F- Wasteland rating, the system's risk control assessment is extremely high. Your Spark Student Loan limit is 5000 points.

5000 points.

In a market where transactions often involve millions, this amount of money wouldn't even make a ripple.

"Not much," Lin Yuan said, closing the notification box. "Enough to buy some food."

No sooner had he finished speaking than a sneer came from the corridor.

Zhao Tianze walked over at some point.

He happened to catch a glimpse of the numbers flashing on Lin Yuan's terminal, and the mockery on his face could no longer be concealed.

"5000 points? Lin Yuan, your wasteland start is truly pitiful."

Zhao Tianze stopped in front of Lin Yuan's desk and looked down at him.

"This amount of money isn't even enough to buy the cheapest steel greatsword for my orcs."

"What, are you planning to take these 5,000 points, go to the market, buy some rotten cabbage leaves, and feed your bunch of gray goblins who only know how to dig dirt?"

All eyes in the classroom turned to them.

On one side is a prodigy with five million in funding and a B+ rating.

On one side are the wasteland civilians who receive welfare and have an F- rating.

The stark contrast intensified the sense of sympathy and resentment among many ordinary students, but no one dared to speak out.

In fact, logically speaking, a rich young master like Zhao Tianze, who is high and mighty, has no need to specifically target a poor student who is at the bottom of the class.

But he just couldn't stand Lin Yuan.

Before awakening in the Divine Realm, Lin Yuan's theoretical grades consistently ranked among the top ten in his grade.

Zhao Tianze's worst subject from childhood to adulthood was theory, and because of this, he was often lectured by his picky parents.

Although his parents didn't know Lin Yuan at all, they never compared the two of them.

However, the long-suppressed sense of frustration caused Zhao Tianze to develop a morbid aversion to these "ordinary academic geniuses".

What he wants to do most right now is to crush the dignity of these so-called top students!

So what if you get good grades?

So what if you get a perfect score in theory?

In this cruel world of gods, divine realm, talent, and family background are everything!

Poor, bookish commoners like Lin Yuan, once stripped of their theoretical veneer, are left without a fig leaf.

They'll only ever be stuck at the very bottom of society like mud for the rest of their lives!

Zhao Tianze was enjoying the feeling of having the former top student under his thumb and being the center of attention.

He reached out and tapped Lin Yuan's desk.

"For the sake of our classmates, I'll show you the right path."

Zhao Tianze adopted an attitude of charity.

"Sign a subservient god contract and become my vassal. In a few days, during the assessment, you'll send out all your goblins to walk in front of my orc army, clearing landmines and acting as meat shields."

"For every goblin that dies, I'll give you 100 faith points. After we're done, I'll personally sponsor you 20,000 points. How about it?"

Subordinate God Contract.

This is the most humiliating treaty in the world of gods.

Once the agreement is signed, it is tantamount to handing over half of the control of the divine realm and becoming a slave to others.

They sent their own families to be cannon fodder in exchange for a pitiful amount of leftovers.

The henchmen standing nearby chimed in.

"Lin Yuan, what are you standing there for? Hurry up and thank the emperor!"

"Twenty thousand points! Your lousy goblin gear wouldn't even be worth two thousand dollars if you sold it all. Brother Ze is doing charity, treating you to some scraps!"

"This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity. It's much better than having your divine realm wiped out by demons and going bankrupt during your assessment, right?"

Fatty Wang slammed his hand on the table, his fat jiggling: "Zhao Tianze, stop disgusting me! You think you can buy someone's divine realm for 20,000 yuan like you're giving money to a beggar?!"

"Get out of here, you fatso, you have no right to speak here." Zhao Tianze glanced coldly at Fatty Wang.

"Lin Yuan, you only have one chance. Courage is worthless before the demons of the abyss."

Lin Yuan remained seated in the chair, his posture unchanged.

He slowly raised his eyelids.

There was no anger, no humiliation, and none of the struggle Zhao Tianze had expected.

"No."

Lin Yuan spoke, his voice steady.

"My goblin has been having a big appetite lately."

He paused, shifting his gaze from Zhao Tianze's face to the countdown to the assessment on the blackboard.

"Your orcs are probably not even enough to feed them."

Everyone in the classroom stared wide-eyed at Lin Yuan as if he were a madman.

What is he saying?

The lowest-ranking, trashy gray goblins are feeding on B+ grade orcs?!

Even Fatty Wang was dumbfounded and quickly tugged at Lin Yuan's clothes under the table.

This is a huge boast; it's likely to backfire.

"Are you looking for death?"

The condescension on Zhao Tianze's face froze, then turned gloomy.

These words not only rejected his "gift," but also showed contempt for his proud talent and background!

"Ungrateful good-for-nothing."

Zhao Tianze gritted his teeth and snorted coldly.

"I'd like to see how many seconds your bunch of dim-witted goblins, who can't even hold a sword properly, can last in a defensive simulation battle!"

"Don't regret it and come begging to me when your divine realm collapses and you're kicked out of the academy!"

He flicked his hand, turned around, and disappeared from the virtual academy.

The henchmen also made a throat-slitting gesture at Lin Yuan and dispersed while cursing.