The Rules of the World Have Collapsed, and I'm the Only One Trying to Patch Things Up

The rules of the world have collapsed, and the attributes of all things are out of control. People with super powers regard me as a heretic, and abnormal things crawl around me. When the ancient martial arts master collapsed the mountain with one punch, I casually reset the "kinetic energy" parameter of his fist style to zero. While others were practicing the fireball technique, I explained the rules of "burning" lightly. I originally wanted to hide in the city and quietly be an ordinary programmer fixing real-life bugs. However, the invitation of the "Foundation" and the encirclement and suppression of the "Scavengers". Modifiers to World Power. It keeps pulling me into the center of the storm. Until the whispers of higher-dimensional existence penetrated the dimensions and issued an invitation to me: Should I be formatted along with the old world, or should I become the defining god of the new era? I looked at the world source code rushing in front of me and the [Global Erase Command] pointed at me, and pressed the "Delete" key on the keyboard. Sorry, I took over the administrator rights of this world.