My Path to Becoming a God Is the Epitaph of the Old World

Jiang Yan never thought that his life would undergo such a drastic change. One day he was still running for a living, and the next day, the power of "following his words" crashed into his world - he said "I want to drink warm water", and the cold cup on the table became hot, and the price was a slight numbness on his fingertips. He quickly understood that this ability was the first awakening of the godhead, but it was firmly framed by energy. To help a lost cat find its home, it takes half the power of a lamp; to make chaotic thoughts clear, it takes the warmth of a ray of sunshine outside the window. He is like a traveler holding a spark, carefully testing the boundaries on his way to gathering energy and piecing together omniscience. But the "abnormality" cannot be hidden from the eyes of the old world after all. When a reward was placed on his name, when men in suits and ties came to the door with the threat of "cooperation", when those who controlled order declared that "you must be contained" - Jiang Yan looked out the window at the darkening sky, with a cold light in his eyes. He is still at the starting point of becoming a god, his energy is still shallow, and his omniscience has not yet been reached, but this does not mean that anyone can block his way. "You want to be a tombstone of the old world?" Jiang Yan raised his hand, the energy in his palm flickered, "Then stand still." From then on, he embarked on his own divine path. Every surge of energy is one step closer to omniscience; every obstacle that dissipates is the precursor to the collapse of the old order. What he wants is never compromise, but to establish rules belonging to the new god on top of the ruins.