Destroy Stars with One Punch

1. The protagonist's father can join the army to perform high-level missions. How can he be so weak that a little trickster can easily take his daughter away from his mobile phone! 2. The male protagonist's first opponent, a rich kid, had a strength of around 20 when he left the factory, and was touted as the school's num1. Later in the duel, there were a bunch of people with lv2 strength far exceeding him, but how many months had passed? Why has the strength improved so much? 3. The protagonist doesn't have the talent to copy his younger sister's magic. This doesn't make sense. Copying would not harm his younger sister.

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I still like you very much, even if we never meet again in this life.

First of all, let me say that I loved this book. So I hope to get a reply from the author, and I also hope that the comments will be rational. There is no awakening ritual for superpowers in this book, which means that for humans, superpowers can be measured by machines. If they are present, they can be detected, but if they are not, they cannot be measured (in short, ordinary people cannot have the awakened ones). So why did Fang Yuan absorb the last 1/3 of the energy of the "Devil's Heart" star core to get the star slot characteristic, while when Fang Xiaozhu encountered the star core (which should also have absorbed the energy of the star core), he got the super power characteristic "divine evolution". The second chapter mentioned that the star slot characteristics are "additional super characteristics, which are not inherent in awakening, but are acquired through absorption." So Fang Xiaozhu's superpower characteristics were covered by "divine evolution"? Because if Fang Xiaozhu is not an awakener, he shouldn't be able to absorb the energy of the star core to obtain the "star slot characteristics/superpower characteristics", right?

There are too many points to complain about in this book. Everyone is digitized. Is there anything else that is more necessary than arm-wrestling, track and field, basketball and other competitive sports? Wouldn't it be nice for everyone to test it to see who has higher attributes, and then directly award the rewards? Why waste that time competing?

The force sensitivity attribute is off the charts, the physique is extremely weak, and the spirit is even pitiful. If you dare to move, I dare not look at you (I'm afraid you will burst my blood). Since there is technology, let's talk about science and consider whether the body can withstand it. The four attributes of strength, body, sensitivity, and essence complement each other, and the body should be the main one, strength sensitivity is the supplement, and the spirit is second (1/0.9/0.9/0.8)

Isn't there any book friend who can tell you what kind of plot should not be written? The plot of Chapter 3 was very embarrassing to me. There was really no need to write a story about a rich young lady pretending to be a good young lady. You write about a childhood sweetheart, wouldn't he be a good deskmate in an ordinary family? Isn't he unhappy that the protagonist is a wretched jungler in the early stage and shows off in a high-profile manner in the later stage? Women shouldn't write too much or be ambiguous. I don't know how many books have been criticized for this, resulting in lower ratings.

Even if you want to improve your strength, there is no need to quarrel with your friends. There are many ways to earn points, so why do you have to spend them on some friends? Do you know what anger is? Anger is disgust and hatred from the bottom of your heart. At that moment, you just want to beat the opponent to death. This is anger. It is impossible to get anger by joking like the protagonist. Hatred is irreversible. If the protagonist can get anger from a person, it means that this person has become hostile to the protagonist. Do you get angry when your friends tease you? No, what you will be angry about is the ridicule of people who are not on your side. I think it is very inappropriate to use anger to cheat. This attribute comes with hostility, and the two can only generate anger if they are enemies. If you are angry at your friend, it means that you no longer regard him as a friend. His words are no longer a joke to you, but really mocking you.

The role of force is reciprocal. When you box with someone, your strength is 48, and their strength is 45, and your constitution is 21, and their strength is 37. You will definitely be the one who can't stand it. I can only say that the author regards the attribute of constitution as too irrelevant. From a physical point of view, when boxing, the strength of others is what your body can withstand, so constitution and strength are linked in equal proportions. If your constitution is not enough, you will not be able to exert your strength. Any strength that can be twice as strong as your constitution is nonsense.

The author is making some complicated arrangements. Rhodes has been ruled out as a traitor. Pei Yong is a bit IQ-less. It is obvious that he is named Zheng. This is a personal judgment. I don't know if you will make other twists. Personal suggestions

It's too watery. How many chapters can the author write about insignificant things? For example, the author was watery for several chapters about the missing panda. Is the panda your father? In terms of combat power, I gave it up in the later stage and just kept wandering around the laboratory. In terms of emotional lines, it was very blunt to directly praise me.