Everyone Draws Cards, There Is Something Wrong with My N Card

On the day I turned eighteen, I drew an N card. The light dissipated, and there were four big words on the card: [Diligence can make up for weakness]. The whole place was dead silent, and then burst into laughter. The school beauty in the next class, my childhood sweetheart, gently showed her SSR card [Frost Queen], the contempt in her eyes could freeze someone to death. My father turned gray overnight, and my mother hugged me and cried bitterly: "Son, from now on... Find a job in a factory." I don't believe in evil. That night, I threw my first punch at the sandbag. Physique +0.0000001 A subtle but real reminder appeared before my eyes. I was stunned, then ecstatic. A few years later, the Global Rookie Competition. The school beauty who once laughed at me has been cornered by the UR-level genius [One Punch Man]. He said to me with a sinister smile: "N Card's trash, does he deserve to stand on this stage?" I didn't speak, I just silently brought up the attribute panel that only I could see, looked at the numbers on it [number of punches: 108, 659, 427], and then blew lightly at him. After the fist wind passed, the barrier of the arena, known as absolute defense, disappeared together with half of the city behind him.