They Called My Talent Trash—Care to Reconsider?

Awakening Day should've been my moment—instead, I got stuck with an F-rank ability called 'Humanoid Appraisal Device.' The entire academy laughed. Even the campus beauty pitied me. But while they flaunted their S-rank sword arts and A-rank powers, I saw what they couldn't: every flaw, every weakness, every secret their abilities tried to hide. When an alien god-king invaded and the world's strongest couldn't scratch him, I simply pointed three inches left of his ribs. Now the gods tremble and ask what I am. My answer? The same question I've been waiting to ask them.