My Power Has No Word Limit

Invent any power you want.

But if anyone guesses it, you die.

Most contestants choose simple abilities: invisibility, teleportation, super strength. They begin dying within hours.

Evan Reed chooses something else.

He writes definitions. Exceptions. Appendices. Loopholes. Countermeasures. Hundreds of thousands of words that turn every sentence into a law of reality.

Now billions of viewers are trying to solve him, the system’s Judge has entered the game, and Evan is still typing.

Because his real weapon isn’t gravity control, conceptual erasure, or immortality.

It’s the fine print.

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I was awakened by a harsh buzzing sound.

When I opened my eyes, there was a dark screen above my head, with red fonts popping out one by one, just like a hospital electrocardiogram. Every time it jumped, my temples hurt.

[Welcome to the 147th Rules Trial. ]

[You are participant No. 7 this year. 】

[Please read the following rules carefully. ]

I sat up with my support on the ground, surrounded by a pure white circular hall. The ground was like frosted glass, and a cold feeling came from the soles of my feet.

There are nine other people in the hall.

Some are wearing suits, some are wearing school uniforms, and some are wearing vests and underpants. There is a translucent blue light screen suspended in front of everyone, with a blank text box on it, and the cursor flashes.

I lowered my head and glanced at myself - plaid shirt, black-rimmed glasses, and there was still an unwashed instant noodle stain on my left wrist.

Okay, you won’t even let me change my clothes when I travel through time.

The screen above the head continues to jump:

[Rule 1: Each participant must write an ability in the editing box. ]

[Rule 2: Once the ability is submitted, it will take effect immediately without any restrictions on use. 】

[Rule 3: All participants will be monitored in real time by the public, and each participant will have an independent livestream. 】

[Rule 4: If any spectator correctly guesses the nature of a participant's ability, the participant will die immediately. ]

[Rule 5: There is no time limit for editing. 】

[Cannot be modified after submission. ]

I read these five rules three times.

The first time, I tried to understand them.

The second time, I shook.

The third time, I focused on the fifth item.

"There is no time limit for editing."

There is no word limit.

An idea detonated in my head.

The man in the suit to my left has started typing. He clicked twice on the light screen with his finger, and it was done in five seconds.

Two words were clearly written in his edit box——

"Invisibility."

Submit.

The light screen flashed and disappeared.

The man in the suit breathed a sigh of relief and flicked his wrist with a "That's it?" expression on his face.

The strong man in a sports vest on my right also submitted, four words——

"Physical Enhancement."

He is Marcus Hale, Participant No. 3. After submitting, he moved his neck twice, his joints cracked, and he grinned at me: "Man, what are you writing? Just finish it already."

I ignored him.

I stared at the blank editing box in front of me and started tapping with my fingers.

The first line——

"This ability (hereinafter referred to as 'the ability') is independently edited by Participant No. 7 Evan Reed (hereinafter referred to as the 'holder'). It takes effect immediately from the time of submission and is irrevocable, exclusive and self-executive. The complete definition of this ability shall be based on the full text of this document. Any explanation, speculation or summary of this ability shall not constitute a valid description of the essence of this ability unless the explanation is completely consistent word for word with the full text of this document."

Marcus Hale came over and glanced at my screen, and the smile on his face froze.

"You...what are you writing?"

"Disclaimer." I didn't even raise my head or stop pointing my finger.

"...?"

The second line——

"Article 1: Definition and Scope. 1.1 The core effect of this ability is: All descriptive statements written in the main text of this document, appendices, supplementary terms, footnotes, endnotes and all related texts will automatically become the effective rules of the world where the holder lives, provided they do not violate the internal logical self-consistency of this document. 1.2 The definition of 'descriptive statements' is shown in Appendix A. 1.3 The criteria for determining 'internal logical self-consistency' are shown in Appendix B."

Marcus Hale's mouth opened, but no sound came out.

He looked at his four-character superpower.

I looked at the densely packed terms and conditions on my screen again.

Her lips trembled.

"Brother, are you sick?"

I didn’t answer because I had already written item 17.

At this time, a clear tone sounded in the hall.

[Participant No. 1's ability "invisibility" has been correctly guessed by the audience. ]

[Participant No. 1——Death. 】

The man in the suit's body fell forward like a machine that had been unplugged.

It hit the frosted glass floor with a muffled sound.

Not moving.

The entire hall was quiet for three seconds.

Then, everyone’s livestream live chats exploded at the same time.

I glanced at the floating live chat window in my livestream with my peripheral vision, and the dense text flowed down like a waterfall——

"What does No. 7 say? It made me laugh so hard, hahahaha!"

"Brother, are you here to participate in the Rules Trial or to write your graduation thesis?"

"What the hell is Appendix A? This is a life and death game, brother!"

"I bet he won't survive the second round, just because of his IQ."

"Laughing to death, the funniest participant in the whole room, bar none."

I pursed my lips.

The speed of my fingers increased to 120 words per minute - this is the coding speed I have gained after eight years of working on the street.

By the time other participants had stood up and started looking at each other and discussing alliances, I already had three thousand words in my editing box.

When the system announced that the first scenario would be opened in twenty-four hours, there were twelve thousand words in my editing box.

When Marcus Hale came up to me for the fourth time and asked me, "How long are you going to write?"——

The word count in my edit box shows: 47,832 words.

I raised my head, rubbed my sore neck, and smiled at him.

"Just finished warming up."

How can I describe Marcus Hale’s expression?

It’s like a person walking into an examination room and discovering that other people’s test papers only have one page, while his own has eight hundred pages.

​But the other way around.