They are a group of humans—superhumans created in the pursuit of ultimate power. Mad scientists refined divine stone dust from vast mineral resources around the world, then fused it with the human body, using a powerful energy source to stimulate mutations in human DNA, granting the body all sorts of unexpected abilities.

Everyone revered and feared the existence of the demigods, believing them to be the final stage of human evolution, the ones who could stand above all other powers... But only they themselves knew that so-called evolution was nothing but a curse.

The process of creating the demigod race was excruciatingly painful. Out of every 1,000 people, only one could succeed, and the odds of producing a mutant with useful and powerful abilities were even slimmer—one in a hundred thousand.

But the seven major conglomerates were never short of people for their experiments, because they owned legal artificial human factories. Children were born from glass tubes, nurtured with IV lines instead of umbilical cords, and sent to the testing table before they even had a chance to cry.

By the time they could remember anything, they were already consuming all kinds of anti-mutation drugs to prevent deformities caused by the erosion of divine stone dust.

Yet even so, after reaching adulthood, they would still develop various defects from the fusion. For example, William Parker—his lung structure became extremely fragile. Just fifteen minutes of breathing PM2.5 air in the world beneath the black clouds would be enough to kill him from internal bleeding.

So, he had no choice but to wear a respirator at all times. Even when eating, he could only stay in a laboratory-grade sterile, dust-free room.

But what this sacrifice brought was...

"Move aside," Sarah Bolton said softly in the car.

"Do you deserve it?" William Parker laughed atop the metal cabinet, as if he had heard Sarah Bolton's warning through telepathy.

"Don't blame me." Sarah Bolton shifted gears, accelerating the Warhorse supercar to 600 kilometers per hour!

The maglev chassis tore up the foundation stones on the tracks, flinging them in all directions. The azure energy shield was pushed to its limit; even when facing a battleship, it was ready to ram a hole through it.

But William Parker, facing this rampaging warhorse, merely spread his arms gently...

"Run!" Seeing William Parker's movement, all members of the Overlord Guard frantically fled in all directions, but it was too late.

"Welcome to my world."

William Parker clapped his hands heavily in front of him. Within a one-kilometer radius, everything without a foundation instantly flew into the air—stray dogs by the roadside, the stones underfoot, parked fortress locomotives, those Overlord Guard members who didn't escape in time, and of course, the speeding Warhorse supercar.

"Hold on to me!" Sarah Bolton instinctively turned and held Grace Miller tightly. The moment William Parker released his hands, everything that had been airborne crashed heavily back to the ground.

Thud! Over a dozen Overlord Guard members died on the spot from the fall, and the airborne Warhorse supercar tumbled several times before crashing into a roadside utility pole and finally coming to a stop.

For a moment, looking down from the sky, a massive cloud of dust billowed up in William Parker's world, as if an earthquake had struck.

Dazed and battered, Sarah Bolton saw everything spinning before his eyes. After a brief moment of confusion, his mind immediately began to calculate.

From the evidence, William Parker was 100% a demigod, with an 87% probability that his abilities were related to gravity, and a 56% probability that his maximum range was one kilometer. In his world, he was an absolute god.

Through the swirling dust, William Parker walked toward the Warhorse.

"Don't be afraid, I'll get you out of here. We'll be out soon," Sarah Bolton tried again and again to ignite the engine with Lotus's broken finger, but the precision machinery under the hood had already been torn to shreds by gravity manipulation, and even the energy shield could no longer deploy.

"It's over, Sarah Bolton." William Parker snapped his fingers, and the localized gravity crushed the car roof into fragments, exposing Sarah Bolton in the driver's seat like a blooming flower.

But even now, Sarah Bolton still held up his gun, the muzzle pressed against Grace Miller's forehead.

"Stop, or I'll kill her," Sarah Bolton said coldly.

"You're a master of data analysis—how could you be foolish enough to use her life to threaten me? If you really had it in you to kill her, would you be in this situation now?" William Parker sighed helplessly. He was different from that former commander—he had a brain.

"Then I'll kill you." Sarah Bolton swung the gun toward William Parker and fired. At a distance of just three meters, Sarah Bolton didn't believe he could miss.

But the bullet, once fired, hovered in front of William Parker, spinning elegantly until it stopped.

"Have you lost your ability to think? In this situation, does what you're doing have any meaning?"

William Parker raised both hands, his fingertips twitching strangely. Sarah Bolton was lifted from the car like a marionette, his hand broken, the revolver dropping to the ground.

"Ugh!" Grace Miller cried out, wanting to get out, but she couldn't undo her seatbelt. She panicked and struggled.

"Why? Someone as smart as you, yet you rebel against the world for a woman?" William Parker tossed Sarah Bolton onto the rubble at his feet.