In front of the testing device, he was an F-rank loser mocked by everyone, with meager, second-rate supernatural abilities.
No one knew that what he saw was the underlying code that made up all things, and what his fingertips touched were the absolute rules governing reality.
When spatial rifts tore through the city and monsters from other worlds ran rampant, the strongest struggled to hold the front line.
He stayed behind the scenes, calmly and casually issuing commands.
[Information Rewrite]: Define this energy attack as invalid.
[Information Correction]: Define this spatial rift as closed.
[Information Usurpation]: Define this otherworldly deity as erased.
They sneered at him as an ant and mocked him as a useless nobody. Yet he used the world as his chessboard and wielded the authority over information, hearing thunder in the silence.
When the shadow of world-ending destruction finally descended, all laws withered and the gods fell. He climbed the steps from the stillness and took his seat upon the unknown...
Supreme Throne.
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