My Stats Increase by One Every Second. How Will You Respond?

After transmigrating to a world of advanced martial arts, Su Yuan awakened the most useless F-rank talent, [Attribute Constant]: all attributes increase by 1 every second, but his growth rate was judged to be “below the baseline.”

While the prodigies of his generation trained tirelessly to break through to the next realm, and the scions of wealthy families fought tooth and nail over resources, Su Yuan simply watched the numbers eternally ticking upward in his mind:

[Day 3: Strength surpasses 280,000. The punch-testing machine overloads and breaks.]

[Day 7: Agility surpasses 600,000. One step punches straight through the hundred-meter track.]

[Day 30: Spirit surpasses 2,590,000. The appraisal stone quietly cracks, unable to bear his existence.]

His homeroom teacher accused him of falsifying his results. Su Yuan crushed the podium.

A prodigy accused him of cheating with drugs. He punched straight through the other guy's protective aura.

An examiner from a prestigious university declared that he would never reach the martial artist realm. Su Yuan promptly drove the testing stele three meters into the ground.

Su Yuan was honestly at a loss.

All he wanted was to graduate in peace, get his credentials on time, and find an easy job where he could coast through life.

Why did people keep forcing him to show his hand?

Then alien gods and demons tore open the sky, and the human defense line teetered on the brink of collapse. Countless S-rank prodigies trembled beneath their divine might.

At last, the young man once deemed an “eternal waste” slowly stepped out from the crowd.

He glanced at the number in his vision, which had long since surpassed ten billion and was still climbing without end. Then, facing the demons blotting out the sky, he gently raised a finger.

“I'm in a hurry.”

“Do me a favor and disappear within one second.”