Don't Let God See

During the awakening ceremony at the age of 18, Fang Zhou gained the ability closest to that of a god. Rewrite protons, reconstruct dead objects, turn stones into gold, and mold objects into shapes. As long as he wants, he can fabricate any material in the world at will. But no one knows that this heaven-defying talent is an unsolvable prison. Every nuclear-level reconstruction will attract the attention of unknown beings in deep space. Raising your hand means risk. The stronger your ability, the heavier your shackles. He didn't dare to get stronger wantonly, and he didn't dare to show off at all. He could only pretend to be a mediocre mortal, and be cautious at every step under the surveillance and prying eyes of the city. For three months, he hid his edge and cautiously survived, just to hold on to a yellow light in the rental house and protect his only relative. The world of fireworks seems stable, But the cold gaze from high in the sky never left his head. When mortals hold the power of the universe, Hiding means death. Dew is also death.