"God said there must be gravity. So mortals spend their entire lives crawling."
"God said, let there be light. So, the bottom fell into eternal night."
In this closed world called "Cavity", the laws of physics are gods, and 12 [constants] rule everything.
Gods occupy 99.9% Of the "sense of existence", while mortals are the residue of metabolism, translucent embers, ready to dissipate due to overflow of logic.
Mo was born in the deepest garbage dump - the muddy sea.
It is a null pointer generated when the universe is written, a logically incompatible blind spot.
Divine magic cannot lock him, and laws cannot define him.
He only had a sharp blade in his hand that was sharpened with his own finger bones, and his name was [Nameless].
His purpose is simple:
Since God treats mortals as metabolic waste, he treats God as typos that can be erased.
"Gravity, time, entropy... You call yourself eternity?"
"But in my eyes, you guys are just bugs to be fixed."
