Li Chen awakens amid the murky energy of the abyss and discovers that his left hand bears the “Mark of Entropy,” which can devour anything.
“Magic elements? They’re nothing but toys in a low-entropy state.” He crushes a mage’s ice spear, and black patterns spread, consuming every trace of magic.
When a holy paladin’s sacred battle aura comes slashing down, he raises a hand to stop the blade. “Praise the increase of entropy. Order will eventually return to chaos.”
The Church, terrified, brands him the “Entropy Demon,” never realizing that he is deciphering the fundamental laws of the world.
An elf elder kneels and begs him to heal the withered World Tree. “Only chaos can stand against an even greater chaos!”
A dragon lifts its head from the lava. “The mark in your palm is the key to the twilight of the gods.”
And Li Chen gazes at the mark in his palm and murmurs, “When the twelve primordial laws return to chaos, I will be the singularity of a new world.”
