In this world, genes determine everything.
Level S is the king, level A is the general, and level B is the pawn.
As for Class F?
Not even qualified to be cannon fodder.
Lin Yuan stood in the ruins of the gene hall, looking at the dazzling letters on his holographic screen, and the whole room was filled with ridicule.
"Trash!"
"F-rated garbage!"
"You're not even qualified to guard the Lin family!"
…
No one knew that in the deepest part of the useless gene that was detected as F-level, sleeping was a figure that made all the gods and demons tremble tens of thousands of years ago.
Chaos Thunder Emperor.
When the first golden thunder ripped through the sky, when the Thunder Emperor's armor was once again draped on this young man, when those who had once laughed at him knelt at his feet and trembled.
They finally understood.
This boy was never a loser.
He is the Lord of Thunder, the incarnation of Judgment, and the most powerful person since the beginning of Chaos.
The only Thunder Emperor.
…
"Don't bully young people into being poor?"
Lin Yuan lowered his head and looked at the enemies kneeling on the ground, and the corners of his mouth slowly raised.
"No. I never bully young people. I bully everyone."
…
This is the story of a young man who climbed out of the abyss and stepped all those who looked down upon him into the abyss one by one.
Crush, crush, crush.
There is nothing that a thunderbolt cannot solve.
If there is
Then all thunder will strike.
