The World Forces Me to Conform, but I Want to Go Against the Trend

The gods used five rough laws to forcibly frame the flowing chaos into a world. From then on, magic was no longer a gift, but a punishment. In this rusty era, adapting to the environment is the only way to survive. The people of fire can only burn in the scorched earth, and the people of water can only remain silent in the deep sea. If you don't obey even a little bit, your muscles will be torn and your bones will be broken. They told me: Just go with it, pain is proof of existence. But I am the "sixth phase", the only mistake in this perfect order. The Rust Tribunal considers me a virus, and the five major federations consider me a heretic. But they don't know that the world is rusty not because of my existence, but because of the rigid laws that cannot accommodate free souls after all. I want to start from the heart of the continent, break the chains of gravity totalitarianism, burn through the hypocrisy of the cloud chaebols, and break out of the prison of sterile mysophobia. I want to show those executioners called "Shameless Ones" what "going against the tide" means. When the tide completely reverses, when the material world disintegrates like a broken shell—— Everyone is praying to return to the true world. But I don't. I want to stay in this rotten world and use this bloody body to become the new core.