[Conceptual Powers + High Martial Arts World + Power Fantasy]
If Heaven had never given birth to Lin Mo, the ages would have been swallowed by endless night.
Transmigrator Lin Mo spent eighteen years in the womb, enduring three thousand slaps from his mother and keeping his head down, all for the day he could awaken
“F-rank ability: Radiance.”
A warm yellow glow lit up in his palm, about as bright as a birthday candle.
The whole room struggled to hold back their laughter. No one mocked him or looked down on him. They just felt sorry for the poor guy.
But Lin Mo knew they didn’t understand.
Radiance wasn’t a flashlight. It was a conceptual ability.
The wavelength, frequency, direction, and phase of light were all under his control. Changing colors, turning invisible, blinding people: those were just the basics.
While others were still figuring out how to make their fireballs bigger, Lin Mo was already wondering: Can light kill? Can light seal the gods?
The gods of this world stood high above, looking down on all beings as if they were ants.
They didn’t know that an F-rank flashlight stood on the edge of a cliff, a faint glow in its palm and a calm smile on its face.
“Everyone up there, ready to receive the light?”
A conceptual ability: slaying gods is only the beginning.
