From Moving Crates to Killing Gods

#no-harem Hope doesn't exist in Argent. You live inside a barrier, and everything outside has been destroyed and filled with corruptors. There's absolutely no chance of killing them, magic, fire, water, nothing damages them. But what if your ability didn't try to damage? What if it simply rearranged things? Allaran gets his answer the day he turns twenty one. The same day he faced Exile by the system and was teleported into the wasteland. The ability he receives is Switch, the power to swap the location of two objects with a thought. Useless. Embarrassing. When a Corruptor finds him in the wasteland. Allaran, with nothing left to lose, points his useless power at an unkillable monster. Turns out immunity doesn't matter when your head is suddenly six feet away from your body. Level up. Allaran stares at the notification, then at the corpse, then back at the notification. "We could level up?" Nobody told him that. Nobody told any of them. Argent has been throwing people into this wasteland for generations, and not a single person ever came back to say there was something to survive for. Now he's alive when he shouldn't be. The warehouse clerk with the worst ability just broke the one rule nobody believed could be broken. And if he can level up from killing corruptors? He's just getting started.