45: Chapter 45: Fatty Wang Arrives Home

Lin Yuan took off his virtual connection helmet and tossed it onto the headboard.

Xiao Ting from the Xiao family in the provincial capital?

He didn't take this kind of verbal provocation to heart at all.

The last person who publicly provoked him in class, Zhao Tianze, didn't even dare to lift his head when he saw him now and would honestly take a detour.

A dog that bites doesn't bark; the real killing moves are proven on the battlefield.

As for the midterm streaming exam.

A flash of battle intent crossed Lin Yuan's eyes.

Not only was he not afraid, but he was also extremely looking forward to the performance of the Abyssal Blood Living-Metal Tyrant Demons on the battlefield.

With his consciousness sinking slightly, Lin Yuan scanned the interior of his Divine Realm.

Dark red blood rain was still falling.

In the center of the basin, twenty thousand Abyssal Blood Living-Metal Tyrant Demons were surrounding the Liquid Metal Blood-Devouring Demon Tree.

The branches of the Demon Tree were covered with flesh cocoons emitting a metallic luster.

A Tyrant Demon reached out with its giant hand and pulled down a flesh cocoon.

It tore open the outer metallic film and stuffed the gelatinous substance inside—which contained lethal toxins and extremely high concentrations of life energy—into its mouth.

It chewed and swallowed in large mouthfuls.

With plenty to eat and drink, the food supply was not an issue.

This group of Tyrant Demons began to rest and recuperate on the crystallized land, engaging in primitive reproduction and mating.

Lin Yuan withdrew his consciousness and rolled out of bed.

He pushed open the floor-to-ceiling window of his bedroom and walked into the spacious, detached small courtyard.

Lin Yuan spread his feet apart and struck an extremely standard military combat starting stance.

Whoosh!

With one punch thrown, the air was compressed to the limit, erupting with a sonic boom.

Lin Yuan didn't use a shred of divine power, relying purely on his demigod-level physical foundation to perform a set of military boxing.

This set of boxing techniques was taught to him by Old Lin since he was a child; it was the simplest, yet the most lethal.

Every move and style was open and grand.

As his movements accelerated, the dark gold divine fluid in Lin Yuan's body surged faster.

His blood and energy churned, forming a tangible red air wave above his head.

Bang! Bang! Bang!

Lin Yuan's entire body's bones dislocated and reset, emitting a series of cracking sounds.

After finishing the set of boxing, he slowly withdrew his stance and exhaled a puff of scorching white air.

After taking a shower, Lin Yuan walked to the dining room on the first floor.

Old Lin walked out of the kitchen.

Seeing Lin Yuan, Old Lin grinned.

"Yuanzi, that classmate of yours named Fatty Wang has been wandering outside the guard post for a long time."

Old Lin said, "I saw him carrying big and small bags, sweating profusely from anxiety, so I let the guards let him in."

Lin Yuan pulled out a chair and sat down.

He had only told Fatty Wang about moving to the Starfire Military Region Sanatorium.

As soon as he finished speaking, the villa door was pushed open.

Fatty Wang walked in, sweating profusely, carrying several exquisite alloy food containers.

The fat on his body was pulled tight.

Looking at this heavily guarded, detached military villa, he was so restrained that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet.

"Hello, Uncle Lin!" Fatty Wang bowed hurriedly, then swallowed and looked at Lin Yuan, "Brother Yuan... your place is too awesome."

"That guard checking IDs at the door just now had a presence even stronger than some of our teachers."

"He's definitely a demigod!"

Old Lin laughed twice and walked over to take the food containers from the fatty's hands.

"You didn't need to bring anything just because you came. Sit down and eat with us!" Old Lin greeted him warmly.

The fatty waved his hands repeatedly: "I've eaten, I've eaten, please don't be so polite, Uncle Lin."

Old Lin was also sharp.

He could tell that the fatty must have something to ask Lin Yuan with this impatient look.

He picked up his teacup and waved his hand: "Alright, you young people chat. I'm going to the rehabilitation center to play a few rounds of chess with my old buddies."

The door closed, and only the two of them were left in the dining room.

Lin Yuan picked up his knife and fork, cut the steak on his plate, and put a piece into his mouth.

"Speak up, you ran over early in the morning to find me, what happened?" Lin Yuan's tone was calm.

Fatty Wang stood by the table, his hands gripping his clothes tightly.

Hearing Lin Yuan's question, his eyes turned red.

After a few seconds of silence, Fatty Wang steeled himself and spoke through gritted teeth.

"Brother Yuan, my dad's meat processing plant was deliberately targeted by a large guild in Jiangcheng."

The fatty's voice carried suppressed anger and grievance.

"The Blood Blade Guild. They have their eyes on my family's grassland Divine Realm and the processing assembly lines in reality."

"First, they united with several large distributors to cut off our sales channels, and then they sent people to maliciously drive down prices at the supply points on the Abyss Frontline."

A look of determination flashed in the fatty's eyes as he stepped forward two paces.

"Brother Yuan, at the tavern, there were too many eyes and ears, so I was too embarrassed to speak. I know your Divine Realm is a Wasteland, and its assimilation laws are terrifying."

"But now I've come to you shamelessly; I want to be your subordinate god!"

The fatty stared intently at Lin Yuan, his tone without any hesitation: "I don't want any damn profit sharing, nor do I want resource subsidies!"

"I just need you to give me some leftovers to feed theFamily (Family/kin) in my Divine Realm!"

Lin Yuan put down his knife and fork.

He looked at the fatty with bloodshot eyes in front of him.

A month ago, on the school playground, when he awakened an F-rank Wasteland and was mocked by the whole school.

It was this fatty who patted his chest and said, "In the future, my family's meat processing plant will cover all the offal, I'll open a meat processing plant to raise you."

There are countless people who add flowers to a brocade, but very few who offer charcoal in snowy weather.

Lin Yuan was a person who held grudges; likewise, he valued gratitude even more.

"Do you know that once you sign the subordinate contract, your Divine Realm nodes will be completely open to me?"

Lin Yuan leaned back in his chair, his tone serious: "Your life and death are entirely in my hands."

"I know!" The fatty said resolutely, "But I trust you! It's better than being sucked dry like a disposable juicer by that bunch of scumbags from the Blood Blade Guild!"

"From now on, all the meat produced in my Divine Realm will be supplied to your Goblins for free! You just have to make sure my Oink Pigs don't starve to death!"

Lin Yuan looked at the fatty, his fingers tapping lightly on the dining table.

"Alright, I agree."

Lin Yuan wiped his mouth and stood up.

"I won't take your things for nothing. I will provide you with a batch of special feed."

Lin Yuan looked directly into the fatty's eyes, his tone without any ripples, "But this batch of feed is mixed with the radiation poison of the Wasteland and the residue of the Sea of Blood."

The fatty was stunned, his whole body's fat trembling.

"Your Oink Pigs will die in large numbers after eating it. Their genes will collapse, and they will turn into blood."

Lin Yuan continued: "But as long as they can hold on, the pigs that survive will undergo deep mutation."

"They will adapt to the harsh environment, and their reproduction speed and volume will also increase exponentially."

"This is a slaughter-style species screening. Do you dare to accept it?"

The fatty listened, his heart pounding.

He knew very well that even demigod deities wouldn't dare to easily let toxins contaminate their own Divine Realm ecosystem.

Let alone that he was just a newcomer with an E-rank talent.

But he clenched his teeth and didn't hesitate at all.

"I dare!"

The fatty raised his right hand directly, urging his will.

A faint green light lit up between his eyebrows.

A fist-sized phantom of a crystal emitting the scent of fresh grass floated in mid-air.

This was the projection of his Divine Realm core.

Handing this over was equivalent to handing over his own lifeline.

A trace of admiration flashed in Lin Yuan's eyes.

He didn't act coy either; he raised his right hand and tapped his index finger on the projection of the fatty's Divine Realm core.

Dark golden demigod fire poured out from Lin Yuan's fingertips, wrapping around the green crystal.

Ancient, domineering law fluctuations rippled within the dining room.

Lin Yuan and Fatty Wang officially signed the highest-level [Subordinate God Bond Contract].

The moment the law threads connected.

Lin Yuan's divine sense followed the channel and perceived the full picture of the fatty's Divine Realm.

Vast grasslands, herds of low-level Oink Pigs.

And the moment the contract was established, a trace of Wasteland laws inevitably seeped across.

The green grass at the edge of the grassland withered at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Fatty Wang didn't pay much attention, collapsing into his chair, relieved of a heavy burden.