I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything



As the weeks passed, the research team worked tirelessly to advance the serum to the next stage. They ran countless tests on lab animals, carefully monitoring their reactions to the serum. Each day brought new discoveries and challenges as the team worked to refine the formula and eliminate any potential risks.

Despite the long hours and occasional setbacks, the team remained determined to succeed. They knew that if they could create a serum that could give humans the abilities of specific animals, they would change the world forever.

Finally, after weeks of hard work, the team had made enough progress to move the serum into preclinical research. This meant that they would begin testing the serum on human subjects in a controlled environment to ensure its safety and efficacy.

Excitement filled the air as the team prepared to take this crucial next step.

...

One month had passed since the last events in the Underworld. Fein's plans were progressing smoothly, with his shadow army continuing to gather information and his new recruits of Dark Knights becoming more proficient in their training.

However, the most significant development was happening outside of the Underworld. The research serum that Fein had commissioned was entering its initial phase. The serum was designed to enhance the physical and mental capabilities of those who received it, creating a new breed of warriors that would be unstoppable in battle.

Fein had spared no expense in the development of this serum, working with the most brilliant minds in the field to ensure its success. The initial results were promising, with test subjects exhibiting increased strength, endurance, and agility and animal abilities. However, there were still many unknowns, and Fein knew that the real test would come when the serum was administered to his own army.

Despite the risks, Fein was determined to see the project through to its conclusion. He knew that the rewards would be great, and that the power he would wield with an army of enhanced soldiers would be unmatched.

As the serum continued to progress through its phases of development, Fein began to make plans for its deployment. He knew that the time was coming when he would need every advantage he could get, and the enhanced soldiers created by the serum would be his trump card for future battle against the whole demon army. With the dark knights, his shadow army, and his personal capabilities, Fein knew that the South would be safe.

...

cookies. The sweet aroma filled the house, and Fey sat at the kitchen table, scrolling through her phone.

As Melissa placed the tray of cookies on the counter, Fey's phone rang, and she answered it. It was Fein, calling to check in and let them know that he would be staying out on the boat for a few more days.

Fey ended the call and turned to Melissa. "Mom, Fein's going to stay out on the boat for a bit longer. He's checking in on some things."

Melissa nodded, a hint of worry in her eyes. "Is everything alright?"

Fey shrugged. "He didn't say much, but he sounded fine. He'll be back soon."

As they were chatting, there was a knock on the door. Melissa looked at Fey, surprised. They weren't expecting anyone.

Fey got up and went to answer the door, while Melissa followed closely behind. When Fey opened the door, she saw Michael standing there, looking a bit anxious.

"Hey, Captain," Fey greeted him, surprised to see him here.

Michael shook his head. "No, just Michael is fine," he said. "Is Fein here?"

Fey shook her head. "No, he's still out on the boat. What's going on?"

Michael hesitated for a moment before speaking. "I just received some information about a potential threat. I need to talk to Fein about it as soon as possible."

Fey looked at Melissa, who was standing nearby. They exchanged a quick glance, silently acknowledging the gravity of the situation.

"Come in," Fey said, opening the door wider. "We'll make some coffee."

...

Michael walked over to the table where Fey was seated, and took a seat opposite her. "So, how's it been, Fey? Any new developments with Ranger's Eye?" he asked, his eyes glinting with amusement.

Fey smiled and took a sip of her coffee. "We've been making some progress with the new recruits," she replied. "They've been getting more efficient with their movements and are becoming more tactical."

Michael nodded thoughtfully. "That's good to hear. You know, I think they could use a little more physical training to toughen them up. What do you think?"

Fey raised an eyebrow. "You think they need more physical training? They've been going through some intense training sessions already."

Michael chuckled. "Well, you know what they say, Fey. No pain, no gain."

Fey rolled her eyes. "Yeah, yeah. You're always full of those motivational cliches, Captain"

Michael grinned. "What can I say? I'm a wise old captain."

Fey shook her head in amusement. "Old, maybe. But wise? I'm not so sure."

Michael feigned hurt. "Ouch, Fey. That hurts. I'm hurt."

Fey laughed. "Don't be so dramatic, Captain. You know I'm just kidding."

"I said, just call me Michael." Michael sighed.

"Okay, Captain Michael." Fey smirked.

'She really has the same humor as his brother.' The corner of Michael's lips twitched.

Just like that, the subject became deep in conversation about the recent surge of demon attacks in the nearby forest. Melissa was bustling about the kitchen, preparing snacks for her guests.

"I don't understand why the demons are suddenly attacking so frequently," Fey said, frustration evident in her voice. "We've never had this kind of activity before."

Michael nodded solemnly. "It's a worrying trend, for sure. We've been trying to gather as much intel as we can, but so far, we haven't been able to find anything concrete. Though, it might be related to the last attack of twelve devils in the North."

Michael had been paying attention to that particular event. After all, it was said that an army of shadow creatures solved S-rank devils. Michael was a bit curious who has such powerful shadow manipulation that was more powerful than him.

Melissa chimed in, a concerned look on her face. "What are the two of you talking about? Devils? Are you talking about fictional stories? Do you need my help? I'm quite knowledgeable about myths."

Fey shook her head, a reassuring smile on her face. "Thanks, Mom, but this is something that we have to handle ourselves."

'After all, it's our related to our job.' Fey thought inwardly.

Melissa's expression fell, but she nodded in understanding. "I see. Well, just know that I'm here for you all, no matter what."

The trio fell into a momentary silence, the weight of the situation hanging heavily in the air. But then, Melissa brightened up and placed a tray of freshly baked cookies on the table.

"Here, have some cookies to lighten the mood," she said, smiling warmly. "I just made them this morning."

Fey and Michael grinned appreciatively, and the three of them dug into the sweet treats, momentarily forgetting the worries that had been weighing on their minds.