I finally work up the courage to confess to a woman, only to be rejected instantly. While retreating in tears, I fall and hit my head. Then numbers and percentages suddenly appear above everyone's head. Could they show my “chance of getting laid,” just like in a comic? If so, this power is incredibly useful. I devise strategies to win over women with low percentages and instantly identify the ones with higher scores, turning my life into an easy sex paradise and transforming myself into a shameless playboy.