I transmigrated into the body of a blind street performer, and the local thugs trampled on my face while cultivators called me an insect.
Luckily, I awakened the Gravity System.
Thugs demanding protection money? Five times the gravity crushes them into a pulp.
Cultivators humiliating me? Ten times the gravity shatters their dantian.
A sect coming to exterminate me? A hundredfold gravity field lets me kill four elders in a counterattack.
Everyone thought a blind man was easy prey, until I stood atop the corpse of a Heavenly Human Realm sect master, a miniature gravity field in my hand.
“Now, who’s the insect?”
Infinite gravity, the perfect cure for anyone who refuses to submit.
