I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything



Roger lay in bed, staring up at the ceiling with a wide grin on his face. He couldn't believe the transformation that had just taken place in him. Before taking the pill, he could barely solve basic math problems, but now he could solve even the most complicated puzzles with ease. His mind was sharper than ever, and he felt like he could take on the world.

As he lay there, he began to explore the depths of his newfound intelligence. He closed his eyes and focused on his thoughts, amazed at the clarity and depth they possessed. Suddenly, he found himself recalling a memory from his infancy that he had long forgotten.

He remembered the feeling of warmth and safety as he lay nestled in his mother's belly, listening to the sound of her heartbeat and the gentle gurgling of her organs. It was a surreal experience, as if he was reliving the moment all over again.

Roger's eyes widened as he realized the extent of the horrifying biological weapon's effect. Not only could he solve complex problems and recall long-forgotten memories that could even be considered possible, but he could also analyze situations with incredible accuracy and speed.

He felt invincible, as if nothing could stand in his way. However, he knew that this is just an illusion brought by sudden increase in his IQ.

...

The rumors about the mysterious Eye of the Dark Night had been spreading like wildfire across the San Fernando country, Hosu Country, and San Luebisto Kingdom. People talked about how they decreased the crime rate by 10% in the whole South, and how the lord Fein's Hundred thousand shadow soldiers lurked in the dark daily as a protection to the entire regions. The rumors were so widespread that even the soldiers patrolling the streets talked about them during their rounds.

In Hosu Country, a group of merchants was gathered in a tavern, discussing the rumors. One of them, a man with a thick beard and a scar on his cheek, spoke up. "I heard that the Eye of the Dark Night can see everything that happens in the city, even in the darkest alleys."

Another merchant, a thin, pale man, shook his head. "That's just superstition. They can't see everything. They must have some sort of network of informants."

"Or magic," suggested a third merchant, a woman with long red hair.

The man with the scar snorted. "Magic? Don't be ridiculous. It's all about power and money. That's what the Eye of the Dark Night is after."

In San Fernando country, a group of farmers was gathered around a fire, drinking beer and talking about the rumors. "I heard that the Hundred thousand shadow soldiers are actually demons from the underworld," said one of the farmers, a middle-aged man with a bushy mustache.

"Nonsense," replied another farmer, a young woman with dirt on her face. "They're just regular soldiers with special training. That's all."

"But how can they protect the whole region?" asked a third farmer, an old man with a cane.

"Lord Fein must have a lot of money and resources," said the young woman. "That's how he can afford to have so many soldiers."

"Are you stupid? Lord Fein's power is literally to manipulate shadows. Shadow soldiers are just his weakest summons. Even though they are not as strong as his shadow lords or shadow emperors, he could summon hundred of thousands of them, which is ridiculous in itself."

"Damn, just how much degu energy he has to be able to maintain such an army daily!? Does he have unlimited degu energy!?"

What people didn't know is that Fein created a technique that would convert his magical power to degu energy. His magical energy was limitless thanks to the most recent mythical ability he got. This means his degu energy essentially limitless, as he could convert magical energy to degu energy without fear.

In San Luebisto Kingdom, a group of nobles was gathered in a grand hall, sipping wine and talking about the rumors. "I heard that the Eye of the Dark Night has spies in every corner of the kingdom," said one of the nobles, a man with a monocle.

"Ridiculous," scoffed another noble, a woman with a fan. "If that were true, they would have found out about the rebels plotting against the king."

"Maybe they already did," said a third noble, a man with a bald head. "Maybe that's why the rebels haven't made a move yet."

As the rumors continued to spread, some people were afraid, while others were fascinated. But one thing was for sure: the Eye of the Dark Night and the Hundred thousand shadow soldiers had become a topic of conversation in every corner of the South.

...

Anthony was sleeping soundly in his room on the Dark Knight's base. His body was still, but his mind was active and alive, wandering in the depths of his dreams. In his dream, he was an assassin, a ruthless killer feared by many. He had climbed through the ranks, executing missions for powerful clients and amassing wealth and influence in the shadowy world of assassins.

He remembered the feeling of power and control he had in his dream, the sense of being in charge of his own destiny. He had worked hard to get to where he was, honing his skills and learning the ways of the assassin. And now, he was at the pinnacle of his career, ready to take on his biggest challenge yet.

In his dream, he had planned a complicated scheme to use poison to eradicate a group of powerful demons who had been causing havoc in the land. He had spent weeks studying their habits and weaknesses, devising a plan that would allow him to strike at the perfect moment, when they were at their most vulnerable.

Anthony's face twisted into a determined expression as he remembered the intricate details of his plan. He had calculated every move, anticipated every possible outcome, and prepared for every eventuality. He was ready.

But then, something strange happened. His dream started to fade, and he felt a sensation of falling. Suddenly, he woke up, gasping for breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He looked around, disoriented and confused, and realized that it had all been just a dream.

Anthony sat up, his mind still reeling from the vivid images and intense emotions of his dream. He felt a strange mixture of disappointment and relief. Disappointment because he had been so close to achieving his ultimate goal, and relief, as he was more comfortable as a dark knight.

'Just what is that dream all about? Am I a great assassin in my past life?' Anthony thought jokingly and went back to sleep.