Ten years ago, a rift known as “Rift No. 13” split open above Lanhe City.
Supernatural abilities awakened, and people were ranked in tiers: S-ranks sat above the clouds, while F-ranks were cannon fodder.
Lin Ji was a slacker at Lanhe University. His awakening assessment gave him just four words: “Limited value.”
F-rank, mental interference type. His paltry ability was so useless that even the Hunter’s Guild turned him away. He could only take odd jobs cleaning up corpses to pay rent and cover his mother’s medical bills.
Then a campus rift observation went out of control, forcing him to charge into the heart of the storm.
Just as everyone thought he was about to die, he saw something no one else could: the **“threads of rules”** wrapped around the rifts, alien beasts, and storms.
The first time, he deflected a B-rank alien beast’s attack.
The second time, in a storm on the verge of destroying the entire city, he forcibly twisted the “unification protocol” of Rift No. 13,
writing a fourth rule, one that belonged only to him:
The rifts belong to no one.
From that day on,
the Bureau wanted to recruit him, Lan Yuan City in the Spirit Realm wanted to win him over, and the Unification Society wanted him dead.
All he wanted was to lead a group of other low-ranking ability users, people treated like expendable supplies,
and rewrite fate for himself and this city, right at the edge of the rift.
This is the story of an F-rank nobody who gradually grows into a “rule-breaking anomaly.”
Others use their abilities to kill monsters. He uses his to rewrite the rules.
The storm rages on, the rules remain unsettled
Above the rift, he writes: From today on, I make the rules here.
