42: Chapter 42: The Abyss God Lands! A casual remark sparked a frenzy of imagination among the entire group!

Sunlight pierced through the thin mist, and Old Lin's robust, booming voice echoed from outside the window.

After washing up, Lin Yuan returned to his bedroom, picked up a black virtual connection helmet, and put it on.

Today was the first major summary lecture after the conclusion of the Live Abyss Battlefield Assessment.

"Iris verification passed."

"Connecting to the Jiangcheng Third Academy Virtual Campus..."

The sensation of weightlessness vanished in an instant.

His vision refocused, and Lin Yuan found himself standing at the entrance of the Class 12, Grade 3 (Class 7) classroom.

The classroom was buzzing with voices.

"Did you hear? Su Yueying, who took first place—her Holy Light Angels formed a battle array in the assessment and actually wore down a Rank 4 magical creature until it died!"

"Chu Yunxuan's Mechanical Wolf Pack was also ridiculous. A High-Energy Particle Cannon barrage completely leveled a Silver-tier Nest."

"What's that compared to the rest? Didn't you guys see the final rankings? Our class..."

The discussion came to an abrupt halt the moment Lin Yuan stepped through the classroom door.

Dozens of pairs of eyes turned in unison, staring fixedly at Lin Yuan.

There was awe, worship, and an irrepressible fear.

In the front row, a boy who was drinking water froze with his hand mid-air, his cup tilting slightly.

A month ago, this youth standing at the door was, in everyone's eyes, a bottom-tier commoner who had awakened an F-rank Wasteland Divine Domain and even had to take a loan for the five-thousand-credit basic allowance.

Who could have imagined that in just a ten-day live assessment...

Leading a group of Mutant Goblins, he had forcefully slaughtered his way through the Shattered Continent.

Twelve million points!

He had trampled countless scions of elite families with B-rank and A-rank Divine Domains under his feet, crushing them with a massive gap.

"Brother Yuan!"

A voice cracked as it shouted, breaking the silence.

Fatty Wang launched himself like a projectile from the back row.

His three-hundred-pound frame exploded with startling speed as he rushed toward Lin Yuan.

His knees bent, and he slid a full meter across the floor, stopping right at Lin Yuan's feet.

"God Yuan! You are now a living legend for the entire Jiangcheng high school senior class!" Fatty Wang grabbed Lin Yuan's right leg, his face flushed with excitement and saliva flying everywhere.

"You have no idea! Yesterday, while walking through Starport Plaza, I just mentioned to someone that we were brothers who grew up together."

"The class beauty from Class 2 next door, who usually wouldn't even look at me, took the initiative to add my contact ID! She even asked me if I'd eaten last night!"

Fatty Wang was so excited his fat trembled all over. "Brother Yuan, I'm following you for the rest of my life! When you eat meat, I won't even drink the soup—just the smell will be enough for me!"

"Alright, alright, get up. Your snot is about to rub off on my pants," Lin Yuan said with a helpless smile.

Fatty Wang went silent instantly, scrambled up nimbly, patted the dust off his knees, and stood behind Lin Yuan like a top-tier lackey.

Lin Yuan walked down the aisle toward his seat.

With every step he took, the students on both sides involuntarily shrank back.

In the corner of the back row...

Zhao Tianze, the once overbearing rich kid, was currently huddled in his chair.

Seeing Lin Yuan approach, his whole body stiffened, and he quickly lowered his head.

His several lackeys didn't even dare to breathe loudly.

Lin Yuan pulled out his chair and sat down.

He ignored the gazes from his surroundings.

Bang!

The classroom door was pushed open.

The homeroom teacher, Teacher Lei Yan, walked toward the podium and scanned the room.

In the past, his gaze was cold and cruel, as if he were looking at a group of green recruits who could die in the Abyss at any moment.

But today, when his gaze swept over Lin Yuan, it clearly paused for two seconds.

A rare hint of admiration and respect appeared in his eyes.

"Everyone, sit up straight," Teacher Lei Yan said, tapping the blackboard.

The classroom instantly fell silent.

"The major assessment is over. Those who survived have proven you aren't trash. But don't celebrate too early."

Teacher Lei Yan leaned his hands on the podium, his voice low. "The upcoming province-wide mid-term Streaming Exam is the real moment that will determine your fate."

Teacher Lei Yan turned around and pulled up a holographic star map on the blackboard.

"Today's class won't be about basic theory; we're discussing 'Legion Faction Evolution'."

"The Abyss battlefield is cruel and heartless. Going solo is a dead end."

"To survive, you must define the development direction of your followers and concentrate your resources."

Teacher Lei Yan clicked on three different 3D images.

"There are three common schools of thought."

"First, the [Behemoth Heavy Armor Style]. This uses resources to stack the limits of a single entity. For example, the Titan Warband of the Seventh Defense Zone—an adult Golden Titan costs as much as a billion faith points to produce."

"On the battlefield, they are mobile fortresses. The downside is obvious: losing one can bankrupt a medium-sized conglomerate."

"Second, the [Tech Firepower Style]. This combines Laws with machinery, establishing High-Energy Particle Cannon arrays and orbital strike Systems."

"As long as logistics can keep up, nothing grows under their fire coverage. But once magical creatures get close, the defensive line collapses in an instant."

"Third, the [Swarm Calamity Style]. This abandons individual defense in pursuit of extreme reproduction and mutation. It uses countless cannon fodder to fill the maws of magical creatures until they are stuffed to death."

At this point, Teacher Lei Yan paused.

He looked toward the back row.

"Lin Yuan."

Lin Yuan looked up.

"In this live assessment, you demonstrated extremely high command qualities," Teacher Lei Yan said seriously, his tone suggestive of a discussion.

"With your practical insights, if you were in an environment with extremely scarce resources, how would you choose a school of thought?"

Everyone's attention focused on Lin Yuan once again.

Everyone pricked up their ears.

This was a top-tier expert among commoners personally sharing his experience.

Even a single piece of advice would be infinitely useful.

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair.

Extremely scarce resources?

Lin Yuan replied casually, "As long as there are enough of them and they aren't afraid to die, the school of thought doesn't matter."

He was telling the truth.

As long as there was enough cannon fodder and their lives were cheap enough, you could overwhelm the enemy magical creatures with sheer numbers.

Many students in the classroom looked bewildered.

That's it?

It sounded like a piece of meaningless nonsense.

Just as the atmosphere was about to become awkward...

A sudden 'thud' came from the front row.

Class Monitor Li Xiuqi suddenly slapped the table and stood up.

This class monitor, who possessed the [Abundant Oasis] Divine Domain and usually maintained an elite persona...

...was currently flushed, his eyes filled with the shock of a sudden epiphany.

"The Great Dao is simple!"

Class Monitor Li Xiuqi pushed his gold-rimmed glasses up his nose, his voice trembling with excitement.

"Student Lin's meaning is that we usually get too caught up in the classification of styles, which is actually inferior!"

Class Monitor Li Xiuqi turned to look at the whole class, his tone impassioned: "What is the essence of the Abyss battlefield?"

"It's attrition! It's a meat grinder of flesh and blood!"

"What Student Lin said about having enough numbers and not being afraid to die might seem like he's talking about the Swarm Style, but in reality, he's revealing the core logic of war—abandoning all flashy configurations to pursue the ultimate mass production of troops and flesh-and-blood attrition!"

He took a deep breath, his eyes burning as he looked at Lin Yuan.

"I previously thought that equipping followers with fine armor and arranging them in tight formations was the key to high scores. But I was wrong!"

"In front of a true Abyss meat grinder, any armor will be torn to shreds. By investing massive resources to protect our followers, we are instead shackling their bloodlust!"

"Not treating followers as people, completely stripping away their retreat, and using a sea of cannon fodder to dilute the attack frequency of magical creatures—this is the lowest cost, highest return strategy!"

Class Monitor Li Xiuqi bowed slightly toward Lin Yuan, his tone full of deep admiration: "Student Lin, for you to grasp such a level of strategic vision starting with an F-rank Wasteland..."

"I, Li Xiuqi, feel utterly inferior."

The whole class gasped.

So that was it!

Hidden within the expert's words was such a profound philosophy of war!

"As expected of God Yuan! With just a casual sentence, his Realm is already higher than ours by who knows how much!"

"Understood! I'm going back to sell all my Elven Archers' enchanted bows and replace them with the cheapest iron knives. All-out assault!"

Standing on the podium, a flash of realization also crossed Teacher Lei Yan's eyes.

He looked at Lin Yuan and nodded heavily, his tone full of praise: "Well said."

"War has never been a dinner party. Why does the Federal Military establish so many cannon fodder battalions on the front lines? Because high-tier combat power is too precious."

"Lin Yuan, being able to see through the surface to this bloody essence proves that you are naturally suited for the position of a commander."

Lin Yuan sat in his chair, looking as steady as an old dog on the outside.

But inside, he was extremely speechless.

What on earth are these people imagining?

He really just thought that goblins weren't very bright and didn't need tactics at all.

How did it get forcibly elevated to the level of a 'strategic vision'?