My name is Yan Jin. On the day of my awakening, I was judged to be waste with a purity of 1% of the fire spirit root.
Destiny rings all over the world are laughing at me - propylene fire with a purity of 1% is worse than a lighter. The suggested development direction is "assisted ignition in catering kitchens".
And the genius who humiliated me in public had a 94.7% Geng-Gold sharp bone, S level, and was promoted to a top university.
He held a cluster of flames derived from golden light, smiled and said to me: "Light a cigarette for me from now on, and I'll count it as your blessing."
I smiled, and a wisp of black fire burst out from my fingertips.
At that moment, the S-class halo on his wrist, symbolizing the destined one, began to scream, and the purity value dropped crazily.
The teachers rushed to the monitoring screen, and the global fate database flashed a blood-red alarm at the same time——
[Unknown sequence destiny detected, energy response: ∞]
Warning! This unit is devouring the surrounding fate sources!
Later, the almighty incarnation of Heaven descended in front of me, and the first hint of fear in sixteen years finally appeared in his voice.
He asked me, "What on earth are you...?"
I looked at the black fire burning quietly in the palm of my hand, but it had swallowed up the thirty-six kinds of god-level fates. I thought for a while and said:
"Me?"
"It's the 1% pure waste in your system."
