The day before the Gray Fog descended, I awakened the ability to “make the unreal real through practice.”
I had planned to live like the protagonists in novels: spend money without limit, master invincible techniques, and enjoy a carefree life.
Then the world went mad the next day.
Money turned into wastepaper, and monsters crushed my dream of living in a mansion.
When the first aberration lunged at me, I finally understood:
This ability was the only way to survive the apocalypse!
I threw all my faith into the fictional martial arts techniques I remembered.
“The Golden Bell Shield? Iron Shirt? No, this is only the beginning!”
From hard-body techniques to inner power, from wuxia to cultivation...
As long as I believe, the unreal can become real.
While others struggled among the ruins, I used my “belief” to build new laws in a world gone mad.
