I Am Justice!

The withered head, the half-dead monster—though it awoke, it couldn't even lift its head before being crushed back into the dust.

Things were pretty much as Xiao Yang had expected.

His power was on a completely different level.

No matter how the monster struggled, it couldn't break free at all. The clearest proof was that the Unimaginable One hadn't moved an inch.

Xiao Yang hadn't even used much strength, yet the monster could do nothing but mutter helplessly.

"More lice, less worry."

That was the truth, after all. For one thing, nearly every bit of power he'd gathered carried some kind of hidden danger.

"Either it's a gift born of malice, it comes with unknown risks, or it leads straight into the abyss."

Not every single one of them was like that, but nine out of ten were.

There couldn't possibly be another Xiao Yang in all the myriad worlds.

He was one of a kind. This wasn't empty praise meant to glorify his own will; it was a plain statement of fact. Nothing else mattered—his astonishing system of power alone was nearly impossible for anyone else to replicate.

Others—whether human or not, any being that had embarked on a supernatural path—could follow crooked roads or straight ones, build an unshakable foundation or struggle forward on a shattered one.

But no one else could be like Xiao Yang.

His foundation, his supernatural base—put kindly, it was the envy of all; put bluntly, it was a heap of jumbled garbage, full of all kinds of incomprehensible, chaotic things. And yet, somehow, it had lifted him high above everyone else.

Higher than most, in fact.

He wasn't a normal being. If he had to be described—

"A bug?"

A gigantic bug that made no sense, yet somehow kept running—one that no one