You Call the Master of the Annals of Time a Mere Little Scholar?

Lin Sui just wants a decent class.

After all, he ranked first in the nation in both theoretical knowledge and potential.

But on the day he awakened his profession, he accidentally became the master of the Book of Time.

Best friend: “Huh? How did my E-rank profession turn into a God-tier one?”

Family member: “Wasn’t I supposed to have only one day left to live? How do I have 200,000 years now?”

Villain: “Are you saying I’ve become a man with no class?!”

…

And so Lin Sui cut his way through the game world.

“Wait, weren’t we supposed to take the college entrance exam together? How are you both a candidate and an exam proctor?”

“The best combat university in the country requires level 15. He didn’t just crush everyone else, he even helped seven people reach the highest level in the nation?”

“So you’re saying the chief examiner’s military rank is lower than his?”

…

The monsters and bosses in all the dungeons had something to say, too.

Goblin King: “He just wrote the word ‘die,’ and my health bar disappeared? What happened to my immunity to death?”

Extinction Dragon: “Bro, I’m begging you! You can’t change my drop rate! Even my underwear has dropped!”

Three-Headed Hound of the Underworld: “I only wanted to show you people who looked down on me… What’s so bad about being Lin Sui’s dog? Woof, woof woof, woof woof woof woof!”

…

One day, the gods waged a massive war and chose the Milky Way as one of their battlefields, completely unaware that Blue Star was in it.

And that Lin Sui stood upon Blue Star.

With a casual flourish, he wrote four great characters: THE GODS ARE DEAD.

And so the gods fell.