61: Chapter 61: The poison that others avoid like the plague, I've got them all covered!

The Logistics Officer was cursing at the communication channel, spit flying onto the screen.

Hearing the sound of the door opening, he turned his head in a rage.

After seeing that the newcomer was Lin Yuan, the irritability on the Logistics Officer's face instantly vanished.

"Oh, if it isn't Commissioner Lin!"

The Logistics Officer stepped forward quickly, his face wrinkling into a smile, his tone so warm that even the adjutants passing by couldn't help but stare.

The Logistics Officer was in an excellent mood.

This kid had Commander Xiao Lie backing him and was generous with his spending—a major customer who wasn't short on cash.

Most importantly, it had been less than a month since their last transaction.

Yet this kid was standing before him again, completely unscathed.

The Logistics Officer sized Lin Yuan up, praising him inwardly.

The fifty thousand tons of Abyss Tai Sui Meat in Armory No. 3 had a pollution index that was off the charts.

A single touch would cause the ecology of an ordinary Divine Realm to collapse.

Not only did this kid take the whole lot, but looking at his calm demeanor, he had clearly digested that batch of rotten meat completely.

"As expected of someone Commander Xiao took an interest in, he's a pure monster," the Logistics Officer marveled to himself.

"Officer," Lin Yuan went straight to the point, "I'm here to stock up."

"Of course! What high-tier resources would Commissioner Lin like this time? As long as it's in the armory, I'll get it for you!" the Logistics Officer promised, patting his chest.

"I don't want high-tier resources." Lin Yuan shook his head. "I need Abyss Tai Sui Meat, as much as possible. Additionally, I need a large amount of metal scrap."

The Logistics Officer was stunned.

He scratched his messy hair, thinking he had misheard.

"Metal scrap? What do you want that stuff for?"

"Starship wreckage, scrapped mecha shells, discarded heavy weapon fragments—as long as it's metal with high-strength alloy components, I want it all."

Lin Yuan's tone was steady as he stated his core requirements, "The most important point: it must be cheap, in large quantities, and have maximum cost-effectiveness."

The Logistics Officer looked at Lin Yuan with a complex expression.

When other gods came to the Logistics Department...

...they all begged and pleaded to exchange for high-tier spirit stones, pure mana crystals, and holy spring water.

This kid, on the other hand, was primarily focused on recycling trash.

"Your request... is truly unconventional." The Logistics Officer smacked his lips, turned to the console, and his hands tapped rapidly on the keyboard.

"Since you specifically want to pick through junk, I'll take this chance to clear out the Logistics Department's scrap landfill."

A long list popped up on the light screen.

"3 million tons of deeply polluted Tai Sui meat clusters." The Logistics Officer's finger slid across the screen. "Plus 2 million tons of scrapped starship hulls and heavy mecha wreckage dragged back from the front lines."

The Logistics Officer held up one finger: "Package price, I'll charge you 100 million."

"With this rock-bottom price, you definitely won't find a second deal like this in the entire military region."

"Deal."

Lin Yuan decisively transferred 100 million faith points.

After completing the handover, Lin Yuan turned and left.

The Logistics Officer stared at the huge sum of money that had appeared in his account.

Then, watching Lin Yuan's back as he disappeared at the end of the corridor, he let out a long breath.

"The youth are to be feared." The Logistics Officer shook his head and turned back to the communication channel to continue roaring:

"Why haven't the supplies for the Seventh Legion been loaded yet! Do you all want to go to the front lines and eat dust!"

A white light flashed.

Lin Yuan took off his virtual helmet.

The roar outside the villa was deafening.

Over a dozen heavy military transport ships landed one after another.

They dumped mountains of metal wreckage and specialized containers filled with Tai Sui meat onto the open ground.

Lin Yuan pushed open the window and looked at the "garbage mountain" outside, not rushing to open the Divine Realm portal.

These were only enough to cover the Tyrant Demon's rations and armor upgrades.

Facing the upcoming Demon God Plane grand exam, this bit of preparation was far from enough.

He sat back down at his desk and opened the S-rank authority section of the military's internal trading network.

There were still over 400 million faith points left in his account.

Lin Yuan began a massive shopping spree.

His search criteria were extremely harsh: cheap materials containing negative traits, high pollution, severe danger, and those extremely disliked by mainstream gods.

Soon, a batch of items meeting the criteria popped up on the light screen.

[Deeply Polluted Nether Death Water]: Produced in the fourth layer of the Abyss, it contains extreme corrosion and death energy. The price is extremely low; one million tons can be bought for 100,000 faith points.

"Buy." Lin Yuan clicked the purchase button without hesitation.

His River Styx needed expansion.

That river in the Divine Realm was still too thin at the moment.

By pouring in these millions of tons of Nether Death Water, he could completely expand several tributaries of the Styx.

[Highly Concentrated Nether Uranium Slag]: Ore waste that emits powerful radioactive pollution.

Lin Yuan bought 100,000 tons in one go.

This thing would be a life-extinguishing poison in other Divine Realms.

But in his Wasteland, it was the highest-grade fuel for the [wasteland radiation tower].

It could double the mutation rate of the radiation storms.

[Corrupt Flesh Swamp Mud]: Five million tons.

[Heavy Metal Toxic Mist Compression Canister]: 100,000 units.

[Demon Insect Corpse Landfill Soil]: Ten million tons.

...

Lin Yuan went on a shopping spree on the trading network, his fingers clicking repeatedly, completely treating the military internal network like a large wholesale market.

He specifically picked pollution sources that others wouldn't even look at.

With the support of the [Creation Extraction] talent...

...all these so-called negative pollutants could be converted into solid resources.

After buying these environmental modification materials, Lin Yuan's gaze locked onto the special card area.

The troop base was still too small.

He spent 20 million faith points to purchase a [Gold-grade Reproduction Card].

This item could forcibly increase the reproduction speed of all creatures in the Divine Realm by forty times within a year.

Finally, Lin Yuan took a deep breath and clicked on the advanced time card section.

[High-tier Time Acceleration Card (Century Span)]

Lin Yuan clicked purchase.

A red warning box immediately popped up on the screen.

[Warning! High-tier Time Acceleration Cards are extremely dangerous!]

[Note 1: During the acceleration period, the Divine Realm will be in a state of closed evolution for a century. If a god's consciousness forcibly descends and stays for more than three seconds, their soul will be torn apart by the chaotic time turbulence!]

[Note 2: Under a century span, the Divine Realm will completely escape the god's intervention and control. If the ecological cycle within the Divine Realm is incomplete, it can easily trigger chain reactions such as great famines, excessive wars, and resource exhaustion, leading to the total extinction of the followers!]

[Note 3: Please ensure your Divine Realm possesses extremely strong self-repair capabilities and a complete food chain loop! Every year, over 30% of new demigods suffer Divine Realm collapse due to the misuse of time cards!]

The red warning text flashed continuously, shocking to the eye.

This was a huge gamble.

A hundred-year period of complete lack of management.

No god could guarantee that their believers could survive without the descent of divine miracles...

...and safely pass through a century of time.

Hunger, disease, civil war—any tiny variable...

...would be infinitely magnified under time acceleration, ultimately leading to the extinction of the race.

But looking at the warning prompts, Lin Yuan didn't care at all in his heart.

Food went without saying.

Ecological collapse?

A Wasteland didn't have an ecology in the complete sense to begin with.

In Lin Yuan's Divine Realm, death was never the end.

"Confirm purchase."

Lin Yuan pressed the confirmation button without hesitation.

*Beep.*

After this round of spending, Lin Yuan had only a bit over 100 million faith points left in his hands.

All preparation work was complete.