I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything

Joshua took a deep breath to calm his tense mood. Then began to think of ways to improve their survival chance. If he wasn't injured, he already took his younger far away from this city. After all, he could just whiz past the city with his speed. But he can't do it now with his injuries.

'How can I increase our chances of survival?' Joshua scanned the people who were also talking quietly with each other, for fear that the monster would hear them.

'Damn, Think! Think! Think!!'

He began to think of probabilities, but his mind was muddled right now. The gloomy atmosphere inside the stadium affected him.

"Where is that monster came from? Damn, is the military experimenting again?"

"It somehow looks like a human that got experimented and a terrible mutation happened. Fuck! Who will save us now!?"

"Mother!! I still want to live. I still have a lot of things to experience. Countless beauties are waiting for this daddy." A fatty kid cried out with snot hanging on his nose. His huge belly almost made him appear nine months pregnant.

The people in the hall spoke their thoughts. They didn't know what will happen. Countless conspiracy theories came out of their mouth.

"Shut up, brat!"

SMACK!

"Ouch! What are you doing uncle!?"

The fats on his cheeks wriggled as he glared at the middle-aged man who smacked his head.

The middle-aged man stared at his nephew sternly and says. "What you are doing is pathetic! I don't even want to acknowledge you as my nephew. Why are you calling your mommy when she already passed away? And countless beauties waiting for you? Fool! you look like a walking pig under the daylight!"

"Tsk tsk tsk..." Fatty's eyebrows couldn't but twitched at his uncle's emotionally damaging words. "I don't want to say this. But since you want personal, Then I'll gladly play your game." He took a deep breath and gathered his thoughts.

"I might look like a pig, but at least my D was bigger than your already dysfunctional D! My mommy might have passed away, but at least she's not like you. She's a responsible mother, unlike you, who can't even feed your son properly..."

"Y-you." The middle-aged man didn't expect his nephew to answer with sharp words.

"And I looked like a walking pig under the daylight? Fuck you! You look like a walking stick with a small dead sausage!"

"Damn brat! Do you think you already grow balls? Let me teach you a lesson." The middle-aged man clenched his fist and planned to smack the fatty on his head again.

'It seems I need to teach this brat a lesson. Small dead sausage? What can I do about that? I'm already old. And I look like a walking stick? This kid's mouth is really as vicious as his father's!'

"Stop." Suddenly, a man appeared on his side and held his hand to prevent him from doing anything to the fatty.

"What? Why are you meddling in our family affairs?" The middle-aged man turned his head to the man that quite looked familiar to him. "Wait... Aren't you the man who shouted earlier?"

"Ohh... Family? Sorry. I thought you were raising your hands to the kid." Lucian loosed his grip and retracted his hand.

"Yeah, his my nephew." The middle-aged man had now confirmed that the guy in front of him was really the one that basically saved their lives with his words.

"Nephew my ass." The fatty snorted and glared at his uncle.

"Well, it seems that the two of you are really close, then." Lucian chuckled as he saw their interaction. In his opinion, it's not weird to bicker with each other like this. Contrary, it shows the closeness of the two.

'Huh? Is there even a sign of closeness from us?' The fatty stared at Lucian strangely. But also somewhat remembered Lucian's inspiring words from earlier, so he still respects the guy.

"So, are you the one who shouted earlier?" The middle-aged man asked with a glint in his eyes.

"Yeah... Sorry for that. Because of it, a lot of people died. But I want to live to see my family again, so I don't have a choice." Lucian sighed.

The middle-aged man didn't know what to say. If he thought about it carefully, a lot of people really died. But if they didn't run, they would all die, right? So he thinks that the guy did the right thing.

"Actually, I would have already died if not for your words. I was literally frozen in fear, unable to move my body. But when your words woke me up. Thanks to it, I'm still here."

The fatty kid looked directly into Lucian's eyes and said sincerely which made the middle-aged man almost choke. 'Am I hearing it right? This brat just said thank you!?'

Seeing his uncle staring at him with disbelief irked him. After all, he always behaves frivolously since he was young. He was an ungrateful brat that didn't know how to give thanks. But after his life flashed before his eyes, he reflected on a lot of things.

"Well, if you really want to thank me. That's okay then." Lucian couldn't help but smile.

"Do you think the monster would find us here? I think that monster might already hate you a lot for ruining his plan." The middle-aged man's expression turned solemn.

Lucian smiled bitterly. "That monster already hates me from the start. I think he probably wants to tear me apart at this time." Then he paused for a moment as if he thought of something. His eyes deepened as he thought of something. 'Since there are three degu users that saved me earlier. Is it possible that there are also in this crowd?'

He looked at the thousands of people around. Even if there were ten or just five of them, Lucian knew that their survival rate would increase. In a thousand people, there should be a handful of the right?

'Then I have to convince them to reveal themself and come out to fight the monster. But how would I do that?' Lucian pondered.

'Well, it seems he thought of something.' The middle-aged man became silent as he didn't want to interrupt the other party's thought process.