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I was complained for being five minutes late for takeout, and the system determined that my social animal index was off the charts. It gives me the force value to dismantle tanks with my bare hands, but prohibits me from using it to make money or take revenge. "Want to renew your ability? Please help the old lady cross the street twenty times." When I used my god-level fighting skills to help my aunt grab the eggs on sale, the way the barista girl looked at me changed. The top school beauty analyzed all my surveillance videos overnight: "There is a 0.618 Golden ratio contradiction in his behavior!" The beautiful reporter followed up and reported: "That urban legend was sterilizing stray cats next to the trash can again today..." Later, the system revealed the truth: I am a cosmic-level natural disaster, and these heroines are the saviors of all races in the future. They approach me just to prevent the destruction of the world - to influence the kind with love.