High Martial: From the Start, Crippled, I Become the Lord of Calamity!

[Decisive and ruthless + high-martial-arts wasteland + power fantasy + a must-read for male readers]

My dantian was crippled, leaving me a good-for-nothing, so I trained all thirty trillion of my cells into natural disasters.

The young master of an Inner City plutocrat crippled my dantian while trying to capture a mutated beast, then threw me into a high-energy toxic miasma. Little did he know, this damn place was my way home!

[Tribulation Seal of the Heavens] awakened! The acid rain, nuclear radiation, and beast tides everyone else avoids became my SSS-rank all-you-can-eat buffet.

“This poison gas is way too weak. Is this all the prestige your plutocrat clan has?” Ji Hongjin, the Star Abyss plutocrat's first heir, wore a red dress. Her stunning, cold, and dangerously obsessive face was filled with shock. “How can an Outer City lowlife swallow a natural disaster whole?”

I simply forged the Great Thousand World-Ending Tribulation Spear with my bare hands, skewering her lofty fiance and a Tier Three Beast King together like kebabs.

What a joke! I can level up without limit just by inhaling poison gas. In this damn high-martial-arts world, anyone who messes with me dies!

But when divine thunder from the Ninth Heaven struck, and I casually chewed the lightning tribulation like a spicy snack... why were all the gods and Buddhas in the sky so terrified that they dropped to their knees?