An F-Rank Gene from the Start, Yet I Conquer the Whole World

In this world, genes determine everything. S-rank rules. A-rank commands. B-rank serves. And F-rank? They aren’t even qualified to be cannon fodder. Lin Yuan stood amid the ruins of the Gene Hall, staring at the glaring letter on his holographic screen as a hall full of people jeered around him. “Useless!” “F-rank trash!” “You’re not even fit to guard the Lin family’s gate!” No one knew that deep within the good-for-nothing genes tested as F-rank slept a figure who had made gods and demons across the heavens tremble tens of thousands of years ago. The Chaos Thunder Emperor. When the first golden bolt of lightning tore through the sky, when the Thunder Emperor’s battle armor was once more draped over the young man, and when those who had once mocked him knelt at his feet, trembling, only then did they finally understand. This young man had never been a good-for-nothing. He was the ruler of thunder, the embodiment of judgment, the one and only Thunder Emperor since the dawn of chaos. “Never look down on a poor young man?” Lin Yuan looked down at his kneeling enemies, the corners of his mouth slowly rising. “No. I never look down on the young. I look down on everyone.” This is the story of a young man who crawls out of the abyss and drags everyone who looked down on him back into it, one by one. Overpowering them, overpowering them, and overpowering them again. There’s nothing a bolt of heavenly lightning can’t solve. And if there is, then let the myriad bolts strike at once.