When Cthulhu’s whispers warp reality, who can rewrite the rules with a mortal body?
When the high-dimensional Evil Gods descended and people fell to their knees, praying for their sanity to return, Su Zhe simply reached out and tapped the empty air.
“Rule ‘Door’: access denied.”
From then on, he embarked on a path to power unlike any other.
Using “Passes for Clearing Customs” as a Word-Spirit barrier and the “Twelve Golden Men” as autonomous weapons, he would show every invader what it meant to arm himself with rules forged from five thousand years of Chinese civilization: when the Mohist Mechanical City rose from underground and Dunhuang’s flying immortals unfurled their jeweled canopies beneath neon lights.
Beneath the rules, all are ants.
And I am the rules.
In a world rife with danger, humanity found its own iron throne.
