(Purely fictional. Friendly reminder: don't read it while eating.)
I accidentally entered the apocalypse, and there was a loophole in the system detection. I was not considered a dangerous person, so I was treated differently. Everyone else has high-level abilities of space, ice, fire, thunder and lightning, what about me? Just give it this? Useless assistance: Monk Tang recited sutras. The system doesn't care about people, so I can only save myself. In the end of the world, my identity is given by myself.
Intention: If there is hope, it must be dark and crawling