At my doctoral dissertation defense, my advisor dismissed my work as “garbage born of academic fantasy,” destroying years of effort in an instant.
Driven out of academia and struggling to make ends meet, I heard an echo from the vacuum of space through a tiny fish-shaped tally on the outskirts of the city.
In that moment, reality peeled away and space-time twisted.
As it turned out, the failed theory I'd been mocked for was the only key to a higher dimension!
While my former advisor was still racking his brains over grant money and academic titles, I was dancing with ancient heroes in the river of history, using forgotten knowledge to fight the entropy devouring the universe.
They see me as a heretic, unaware that I already wield the power of civilization.
They call me a madman, unaware that gods are merely stepping stones beneath my feet.
This is the story of an ordinary man cast aside by the world, who ultimately tramples the entire universe underfoot.
You think I failed my doctoral entrance exam?
No. I simply switched to a far grander research topic:
Defining the gods.
This book is very good, in my humble opinion: the light of knowledge and wisdom illuminates the lost path of survival. Warm ancient history collides with cold data to explore the secrets of the world.
The author has experienced that it is the loss of entropy change