Global Deities: My Talent Comes from the Stars

Chapter 74 Qualification

Xin Zang led his people into the halfling formation.

The five weapons—axes—were wielded, and dark golden flames cleaved a path through the crowd. The halflings' armor and flesh were utterly useless before these divinely bestowed weapons.

Xin Zang strode forward like an out-of-control carriage, crushing everything in his path, passing over fallen enemy soldiers, heading straight for the location of the halfling commander.

The guards tried to stop them, but were cleaved in two by the battle axe, spear and all. The halfling commander drew his short sword to meet the attack, but the battle axe came crashing down, severing the commander and his banner in one fell swoop.

At the same time, the superhumans of the Sinker Clan also gained control of the area around the catapults. These heavy weapons of war only managed to launch one attack in actual combat before they had no further chance to be used.

The commander's flag fell, and the defensive line completely collapsed. The surviving halflings abandoned their weapons and armor, turned, and fled towards the other side of the wasteland, toward their own divine realm.

The battle on the ground has come to a conclusion, and the confrontation in the clouds has also come to an end.

The clouds and mist dissipated, revealing the true appearance of the God War Space.

A male student, his face contorted with shame and indignation, struggled to stand up. A cheap white plastic chair was firmly wedged into his buttocks, but no matter how hard he struggled, the chair seemed to be an extension of his body, and at the same time, he was unable to exert any strength.

He awkwardly tried to stand up, still holding the chair, but his legs were trembling and it was already difficult.

A square metal box floated nearby, topped with a car logo of unknown origin. It swung around the boy, emitting a smug laugh.

(￣ ▽ ￣)

"This is all thanks to the great power of Lord Jane. Obey Lord Jane and I might spare you." The iron box mocked slyly.

The student managed to stand up, but then immediately gave up and sat back down on the plastic chair.

"The war of the gods is over," Liang Jiu said, sitting opposite him. He was sitting on a white plastic chair of the same style, his posture relaxed.

The boy roared angrily, "What kind of evil magic is this? Why can't I use my divine power? Let me go!"

The only response he received was Jane's increasingly loud swaying beside him.

After trying every method of breaking free, the boy gave up resisting. He hung his head dejectedly: "I surrender."

Liang Jiu stood up and left his seat, and the white plastic chair on the boy's buttocks disappeared into thin air.

"Stop messing around, Jane, come back. It's over," Liang Jiu said.

The cursor on the screen is blinking.

(˘･_･˘)

"Oh, so fast? Well then, bye-bye, Master, I'm going to find that brat."

The iron box transformed into a streak of light and disappeared into the battlefield.

After a brief silence, the boy looked at Liang Jiu opposite him and asked, "Can you teach me that move? I'm willing to pay for it."

Liang Jiu stopped moving: "Which move?"

"Hmm... I can spend Federal Coins on that chair move." The boy's face was still red, but judging from his expression, the chair technique had greatly shocked him.

"Then why don't you spend money to quickly cultivate extraordinary relatives?" Liang Jiu retorted.

The boy was speechless. He stopped talking and chose to leave the divine realm.

With the departure of their opponent, the connection between the two divine realms was officially severed. The surrounding clouds and battlefield phantoms receded like the tide, returning to nothingness.

Consciousness passed through the feeling of weightlessness and returned to the body.

Liang Jiu opened his eyes.

In the examination room of the present world, the surrounding noise once again rushed into my ears.

The staff member in charge of supervision and assessment confirmed the settlement data of the God War on the operating table, looked up, and made a mark on the record board.

"The battle of gods is over. The victor is Liang Jiu."

The staff handed over a metal certificate.

"Congratulations, you've passed the initial screening and qualified for the mid-term internal exam. Get ready, the real competition is about to begin."

Liang Jiu accepted the voucher, feeling neither joy nor sorrow.

The midterm exams are clearly divided into external and internal exams.

Not all gods are adept at warfare. A significant number of divine races have fragile divine realm ecosystems, and their followers have a low willingness to wage war, unable to withstand any losses from battle. They are content with the current stability, focusing on resource production, and will likely become auxiliary gods in the future, maintaining the existence of their divine realms by selling resources within them.

During the external examination phase, as long as one can prove that the Divine Realm possesses a stable resource production capacity, they can pass smoothly. Of course, the rewards for outstanding individuals are not substantial.

Internal exams are often considered the true core of mid-term exams.

That was a grand stage prepared specifically for top students skilled in divine warfare. The competition was fierce; every student wishing to enter had to sign a guarantee beforehand that they would bear all the risks and consequences. The previous competition was merely a threshold set up by the school, specifically to prevent blindly confident students with insufficient divine power from rashly entering and damaging their own divine realm.

The qualification certificate proves that this student truly possesses the ability to maintain the stability of the divine realm during intense divine battles.

For Liang Jiu, this was only the first step; he prepared to leave the assessment room.

He had only taken a couple of steps when Pan Xiaopang suddenly appeared out of nowhere and put his arm around his shoulder.

"You're also taking the internal exam?" Liang Jiu asked, somewhat surprised. "Will your spouse agree?"

Little Fatty poured out his grievances and sighed repeatedly.

"I don't want to either, but you know, my kin are druids." He spread his hands, his face full of helplessness. "Druids and berserkers share the same temperament. If they don't participate in wars often, the enthusiasm of the clan will drop drastically."

"It was only recently that I went to the Pure Land of Ten Thousand Buddhas, where they caused quite a ruckus, which finally calmed them down for a while."

"Are they inclined towards the Moon Society?" Liang Jiu asked casually. "But I don't see you becoming warlike because of your family's personality."

"My druid hasn't even started choosing a society yet. If left to develop naturally, he'll probably follow his instincts and choose the Moon Society..." Thinking of this, Pan Xiaopang's face scrunched up like a rotten orange.

He scratched his head in obvious distress.

"But the Moon Society is too easy to target. I still want to guide them towards the Earth Society, to gain magical connections from the natural environment, buy an extreme divine terrain card, and play a defensive counter-attacking style. Liang Jiu, you usually know a lot, do you have any insights on this?"

After a moment's thought, Liang Jiu offered a new direction: "How about the Scaled Blood Society? I happen to know a student with dragon blood relatives; you might be able to learn something from his relatives' culture."

Upon hearing this, Pan Xiaopang immediately perked up and leaned closer to ask, "Tell me in detail."

"Find a way to face Sun Lang from Class Two, and then..."

The other end of the assessment room.

Sun Lang, who was in the distance, had just finished the battle of gods and, along with his classmate on the other side, had qualified to return to the real world. He sneezed.

He rubbed his aching nose and muttered to himself incredulously, "I've already achieved godhood and obtained dragon blood, and I still caught a cold? Did that guy have a hidden trick up his sleeve? How could he be so insidious?"

Driven by suspicion, he looked at the student opposite him with a suspicious gaze. This unwarranted scrutiny left the student looking puzzled.