Tragedies in the universe are never accidents.
Jiraiya sank into the deep sea. Qian Renxue's divine throne collapsed. Emperor Huangtian has been arbitrary for eternity.
Behind all the frustrating situations, there are people secretly manipulating fate and harvesting despair.
Until Su Ming arrived.
He holds absolute authority over the rules, but he has become the most inconspicuous passerby in every world.
In Konoha, he was the owner of a remote tavern. In an understatement, the white-haired hero who made the whole village mourn opened his eyes in the wine cellar.
In the Wuhun Hall, he is the nameless old man who sweeps the floor. As soon as he pointed it out, the high-level Poseidon costume shattered inch by inch in front of everyone.
In the perfect world, he is a mysterious passerby in the wilderness. With a wave of his hand, the long river of time suddenly flowed back, retrieving all the old friends who died in the battle for the invincible Emperor Huang Tian.
He doesn't practice and he doesn't strive for hegemony.
He only appears at the cruelest turning point of fate, tearing the written dead end into pieces.
As one established tragedy was forcibly reversed one after another, the ultimate weirdness hidden deep behind the heavens finally noticed the abnormality.
The cold gaze entrenched in Gao Dimension spanned all realms and fixed its gaze on this variable who was tampering with the rules wantonly.
Su Ming raised his head and met the line of sight.
"This script is so poorly written."
"I'll tear it apart."
