Global Slaughter: My Talent Is Conceptual-Level Control

A global killing game descends, and all of humanity awakens. I, however, am judged to be an F-rank good-for-nothing with the ability to analyze matter.

When others use their SSS-rank talents to slaughter monsters, I see the underlying rule code of all things.

Monsters? I can see their health bars, weaknesses, and... the source of their skills.

Talents? They're nothing but fragments of rules that can be copied, combined, or even devoured.

When the so-called gods descend and look down on all living beings as if they were ants,

I raise my hand and alter the parameters of their "existence."

"Sorry, SSS rank is only the pinnacle for players. I am the bug in the rules of this game itself."

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.