Benevolent Overinterpretation DEBUFF

June 1st, the first settlement day arrived.

With negative 35.6 million Evil Points, Jack did not even dare open the system panel and face the impending negative effects.

Finally, under Jenny's bewildered gaze, he downed a bottle of whiskey, opened the system, and then everything went black before his eyes. He nearly collapsed to the floor.

The negative 35.6 million had sealed all four of Jack's skills, and the negative effect was actually... a one-month DEBUFF!

The entire world's Benevolent Overinterpretation toward the protagonist +50%!!!

The moment Jack saw the words "Benevolent Overinterpretation," he knew earning Evil Points in the future would be nearly impossible!

A simple example.

Originally, if he did something bad, the other person would definitely think something of it, but they would not overthink it. Things would just follow the usual process.

But now that there was a Benevolent Overinterpretation DEBUFF, he would probably run into more and more situations like the one with Colonel Ross...

I slapped you. You should have been furious, but after thinking it over, you suddenly came to a realization and felt that slap had been right. It had thoroughly awakened you, so you had to thank me...

I killed your lackey. You should have been furious, but that lackey turned out to have been sent by the enemy. You thanked me for getting rid of the traitor...

I killed you, and then... this...

"Don't tell me if I kill someone, they'll thank me too..."

Jack glanced at Jenny beside him, grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her toward the bed. Once they reached it, he threw Jenny onto the mattress and delivered two hard slaps to her backside.

Afterward, Jenny's face instantly flushed red. She glared at Jack, one hand clutching her head and the other covering her backside as she angrily demanded, "Are you crazy?!"

Jack said nothing. He jumped onto the bed, forcibly turned Jenny over, and kept smacking her backside.

Under the repeated painful blows, Jenny gradually shifted from anger to excitement. Her resistance grew weaker and weaker until she began enjoying it.

Jack stopped at that point, and Jenny, her face flushed, immediately became displeased. "Why did you stop?! I just discovered a new kind of fun!"

Jack said, "I fucking never thought you were an M..."

Jenny's reaction nearly broke Jack. The destructive power of this DEBUFF was absurdly outrageous...

With the force he had used just now, it had been straight-up domestic violence territory. Yet after struggling for a moment, she had actually started enjoying it?

So in those few short seconds, after overthinking everything, this woman had somehow discovered her hidden trait?!

But if he really used a ton of force, Jack was worried he would smack Jenny to death.

"What a pain..."

Jack checked the time. There was still an hour before work. If he went to S.H.I.E.L.D. now... no, if he spent the next month wandering around S.H.I.E.L.D., then as long as he ran into a mid- or high-ranking agent...

And spoke to them or had any sort of interaction.

They would have a bout of Benevolent Overinterpretation, and he would not merely be discovering hidden traits. He would lose even more Evil Points.

For a moment, Jack did not want to report to S.H.I.E.L.D.

"Maybe I should apply to transfer back to the field agents..."

"Wait... if I apply to transfer back to the field agents, what will they overthink?"

"Then should I just skip work and not go?"

"Hiss... if I don't go, will they overthink things even more deeply???"

"Like I was kidnapped, assassinated, or couldn't afford to pay for prostitutes?"

For the first time, Jack truly understood just how heavy the words "caught between a rock and a hard place" were!

No matter what he did, Benevolent Overinterpretation would make people read deeper meaning into it. And that 50% figure meant that even if he did nothing, he would probably still...

Glancing at Jenny, who was already rolling around on the bed, Jack silently got dressed and left. He decided he should take a walk first...

Once he had made up his mind, he could report to headquarters.

So Jack went downstairs, hit the street, got into his beloved black SUV, and drove straight to the Sexy Beauty Cafe beside headquarters. This was the place in New York City where he felt safest.

Well, even if beaten to death, Jack would never admit that he had initially been attracted by the cafe owner, which had ultimately led a wayward young man onto the path of legally tax-paying business.

"Jack, you haven't been here in ages." The owner was busy at the register, but with her sharp eyes, she spotted Jack the moment he entered through the crowd.

After greeting several familiar colleagues, Jack ordered his usual half-sugar black coffee and then enjoyed the premium service of having the owner personally deliver it to him.

After setting down the coffee, the owner sat directly across from Jack. She brushed back her lovely hair and asked in a gentle voice, "Jack~ Jack~ where have you been lately?"

At the mention of recent events, a bitter smile appeared on Jack's face. What he had experienced this month had been more thrilling than a roller coaster ride. It was not as deadly as those three years of field missions, but every step had been nerve-racking.

"Sigh, our company had an Arctic survey job recently, so I went there for two weeks. That damned place was really cold."

"The Arctic... I heard the aurora is especially beautiful there. Did you take any pictures?"

"Come on, we went there for a local survey. How would we have had time to photograph the aurora?"

"Were you going door to door in the Arctic for your survey?"

"Yeah. I even played a round of soccer on an Arctic community field, led our company's team to win the community championship, and got the Stark Charitable Foundation to donate three hundred thousand dollars to Arctic childhood vaccination protection efforts."

"Tch~"

As they chatted, Jack started talking nonsense again. The owner, long accustomed to his antics, rolled her eyes, stood up, and returned to the register to continue working.

After the owner left, Jack entered a serious state of contemplation.

"The Benevolent Overinterpretation DEBUFF will make everyone automatically overthink because of me. If I can find a way around it, maybe I can still farm my Evil Points back."

"For example, I could rob a bank, make it vicious enough to scare off the NYPD and those superheroes who come over to build their reputation, and properly pull off a bad deed. That actually seems like a pretty good option."

"Besides, I'm getting married this month..."

"I wonder if the problem over in New Mexico has been resolved."

As Jack's thoughts drifted further and further, he failed to notice that Deputy Director Hill had also entered the cafe. As S.H.I.E.L.D.'s chief steward, she needed far more coffee than anyone else.

So every day, she came to this cafe for an extra-large coffee to ensure the day's work went smoothly.

After entering the shop and exchanging a tacit glance with her subordinates, Hill, pretending to be an ordinary customer, spotted Jack sitting in the corner.

The moment her gaze landed on Jack, Hill froze.