[Infinite-Flow + Data-Based Progression + Sanctifying the Flesh + Combat Evolution]
The spirit tide descends, and everyone awakens.
Some control thunder, others summon frost, but Zhang Hao tests three times and each result comes back “Mortal Grade.”
In an era where the awakened reign supreme, he should have been nothing but dust.
Until an accident: amid the agony of a steel rebar piercing his chest, he saw the “Chains of Life,” the evolutionary ceiling imposed on all living things by the universe. And he became the only one capable of breaking through the limit.
[Chains broken. Overlimit adaptation activated.]
No spiritual roots? No problem.
Every bloody battle and every time he surpasses his limits permanently raises his stats:
Strength +1, speed +1, physique +1...
While A-rank geniuses are still struggling to break through their bottlenecks, Zhang Hao's stats have quietly surpassed ten thousand.
When the ninth-rank Demon Emperor descends to destroy the world, Zhang Hao leaps from ten thousand meters in the air. One punch, and the sea of clouds scatters.
“You rely on talent to get by?”
“I rely on getting a little stronger after every battle.”
“So so-called gods... are just creatures with slightly lower stats than me.”
This book is also known as: “Infinite Evolution Starting at Mortal Grade,” “My Stats Have No Upper Limit,” and “Who Turned Off My Limiter?”
In fact, one day I suddenly discovered that writing novels is a very pure thing. As an ordinary person, he doesn't have much ideals or revenge. At most, he just fantasizes about how rich he will be in the future and how to live an ordinary and stable life. As a character in a novel, there are always things or abilities that you don't have in reality, or things that you want to do but can't do. For example, you dare to say "no" to injustice, you dare to resist oppression that you dare not resist in reality, and you dare to dream that you dare not dream in reality. The world is so big, the universe is so big, and human beings are so small. There are always places that we want to reach but can never reach. Why can't we transform into gods and wander around the world as souls? This is probably the purpose of writing novels. The verification period ended and my results were very poor, but I wrote 160,000 words intermittently and found a lot of inspiration and touch. I am going to improve the outline, re-read the previous chapters, keep updating daily, and prepare for another wave of 200,000-word and 500,000-word book tests. This book will definitely be completed with at least 2 million words, and I will post it again to prove it. [Salute]