The Apocalyptic Tyrant: the Nuclear Bomb Tempers the Body and Shatters the Galaxy with Fists

At the end of the world, I dug out the broken heart with my own hands and stuffed it into the antimatter furnace of hell. From then on, every beat of my heart was the death knell of doom. I use violence to rewrite the rules of the apocalypse. Corpse siege? I swung the truck as a meteor hammer and carved an alley of flesh and blood. Are superpowers king? I slapped people and shields to pieces, and built a "city of violence" on the ruins. Old-era warlords launched nuclear bombs? I stood in the center of the mushroom cloud, allowing myself to be burned by tens of millions of degrees of heat to reshape my glazed vajra body. The Holy Inquisition, ancient gods, alien reapers... All the superior beings have become wailing sandbags under my fists. They say, I am a god on earth. I stepped on the remaining wings of the angel and destroyed Lyra's star fleet. When the "Creator" of the universe appeared, accused me of being a system bug, and tried to use the laws of dimensions to erase me—— I laughed. This is a story about a tyrant who uses absolute violence to kill from the mountains of corpses and seas of blood in the last days to the top of all the worlds. This novel and its characters are purely fictitious. Any similarity is purely coincidental and should not be imitated.