From Moving Crates to Killing Gods

InArgent,youhavetwentyoneyearstolive.Onyourtwentyfirstbirthday,theSystemassignsyouanabilityandteleportsyoubeyondthebarrier.Sofar,onlyfourpeoplehaveeversurvivedtheexile.Thereason?TheoutsideisfilledwithCorruptors,andCorruptorscannotbeharmed.Theyareforcesofnature.Walkingdisasters.Youdon’tfightthem.Youjustpraytheydon’tfindyou.Allaranknowsthis.He’sknownithiswholelife.Anorphanraisedinthewarehouses,hespenthisdayshaulingcratesfromloaderstoshelves.Uselessworkforauselessboy.Hemadepeacewithdyinglongbeforeheeverlearnedtohope.Thenhistwentyfirstbirthdaycame.Hisabilitymanifested.Switch.Thepowertochangethelocationoftwothings.Ajoke.Awarehouseclerk’strickinaworldwheresurvivaldependsonbeingextraordinary.Whathedidn’tknowwasthathisuselesspowercoulddosomethingnoonehadeverdonebefore.Killtheunkillable.TheCorruptor’sheadlandedinhishands.Theeyeblinkedonce.Twice.Thenwentstill.AndtheSystemlitupwithwordsnolivinghumanhadeverseen:YouSlayed[KingEmi–Level???]XPThresholdMet.[LevelingUp].Inthatinstant,somethingArgenthadneverknownwasborn.Hope.