I'm a Perpetual Motion Machine: I Lie Down and Still Outwork You

[Easygoing power struggle + unlimited refreshes + cool-headed madman + conceptual invincibility]

Civilization has fallen, and talent reigns supreme.

Chen Zhi awakens “Eternal Frequency,” becoming the only perpetual-motion machine in this despairing age.

Combat frequency: refreshes without limit.

Defense frequency: replenishes without limit.

But he can't be bothered to use them.

The talent-testing stone glows faintly. A prison overseer sneers, “The bottom of the barrel!”

Chen Zhi casually throws a hundred punches.

Amid a storm of flying data fragments, the strength-testing machine explodes in the most ironic display of fireworks.

“One punch empties your combat frequency?”

Chen Zhi strides past the jeering crowd. “That's your limit, not mine.”

Thrown into a blood-red mine to be used as expendable labor, he signs up willingly.

The mine's iron rule: anyone who fights dies.

With two punches and a kick, he knocks down a troublemaker with a frequency value of 350.

The foreman says, “Give me one reason not to kill you.”

“I can mine.”

“...How much can you mine?”

“Twice the quota, monthly contract. And I'll make up for the shortfall left by that guy.”

And so, the most brutally exploitative mine undergoes a complete change of pace:

Everyone else works themselves to the bone, while he rolls over and goes back to sleep.

As the entire mine screams in desperation, “Why are you faster than us even when you're lying down?!”

Chen Zhi lazily rolls over.

“Stop trying so hard.”

“You can't lie flat.”

Years later, the gods awaken, the star river turns to dust, and the heir to the Sin God is called to account for his crimes.

At last, Chen Zhi opens his eyes. Reflected in them are the birth and death of countless laws.

To this prostrate apocalypse, he says softly:

“How can your measure possibly encompass...”

“The realm of the gods?”