I Asked You to Die, but I Didn't Ask You to Become a God in the Restricted Area.

The flames of the incineration pit are the final process for the plutocrats to clean up their "waste". I am the piece of waste that is about to be ruthlessly destroyed. They thought that the high concentration of radiation could completely evaporate me, but they miscalculated one thing - when the energy representing death poured into my body, what I heard was the prelude of evolution. [Disaster Panel] is activated! From then on, the most terrifying restricted area in the world became my cafeteria; the heinous aberrations became my experience bar for climbing up the stairs. While those who had once abandoned me were still fighting over a shot of radiation-resistant drug, I was already treating nuclear waste as a bedtime dessert. They wanted me to die. Very good. Now, I have returned from death and am ready to personally carry out a thorough "god-level" purification of this decayed world.