I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything



Fein had to take matters into his own hands. He could not let his shadow soldiers suffer any more losses. He decided to use his perception ability to locate the members of the evil sect himself. He spread his consciousness throughout the entire South, searching for any sign of their presence.

It was a difficult task, but after hours of searching, Fein was able to locate the remaining members of the evil sect.

Fein appeared like a dark storm, swift and deadly. The members of the evil sect stood no chance against him. They tried to use their powers against him, but Fein was too quick and too powerful. He killed them one by one, with precise strikes that left no room for survival.

Fein approached the last member of the sect, a tall man with a grim expression. The man tried to beg for his life, but Fein was in no mood for mercy. He grabbed the man by the neck and lifted him up, his eyes glowing brighter than ever.

"Please, have mercy!" the man cried.

Fein's grip tightened, and the man struggled to breathe.

"You had no mercy for the innocent children and women you kidnapped," Fein said with no emotion in his face. "You deserve no mercy."

With a swift motion, Fein snapped the man's neck and let him fall to the ground. He stood there for a moment, catching his breath and trying to calm his anger He killed all of them except for one, who he decided to capture for interrogation.

Fein brought the captive to the base of the Dark Knights, where he imprisoned him in a cell. The captive was a man, dressed in black robes and a hood that concealed his face. Fein stood outside the cell, watching the man with a stern expression.

"Why did your sect kidnap innocent civilians?" Fein asked, his voice echoing in the silent cell.

The captive did not respond, but Fein could feel his fear and apprehension through his perception ability.

"You know that I won't let you go until you talk," Fein said, his voice growing more menacing.

The captive remained silent, his face still hidden by his hood.

Fein sighed, frustrated. He had hoped that the captive would talk easily, but it seemed like he would have to resort to other methods.

He left the cell and called for his most skilled interrogator, a woman named Aria. She arrived quickly, her face set in a determined expression.

Fein handed her the captive and instructed her to use any means necessary to get him to talk. Aria nodded, her eyes flashing with a fierce determination.

Fein watched as she led the captive away, wondering what methods she would use to extract the information he needed. He knew that he had to find out the truth about the evil sect's origins and motives before they could cause any more harm to the innocent people of the South.

Arias sat across from the imprisoned member of the evil sect, staring at him intently. The man refused to speak, even under Arias' relentless questioning.

"Why did you kidnap the children and women?" Arias demanded.

The man remained silent, his eyes cold and calculating.

Arias leaned forward, his voice low and dangerous. "You do realize that you are facing the wrath of Fein, don't you? He will stop at nothing to get the answers he seeks."

The man scoffed. "I am not afraid of Fein. He may be powerful, but he is not invincible."

Arias frowned, growing increasingly frustrated with the man's lack of cooperation. "What is the name of your organization? Who is your leader? Why did you target the innocent people of Eden?"

The man remained silent, his lips pressed tightly together.

Arias stood up, his patience wearing thin. "You leave me no choice. Fein will have to take over from here."

With that, Arias left the room, leaving the imprisoned man alone with his thoughts.

...

As Fein stood in front of the cell, he could hear the muffled screams of the captive echoing through the halls. He hoped that Aria would be able to get the information he needed, but he couldn't help but feel a sense of unease. Something told him that this was only the beginning of a much larger conflict.

Suddenly, Aria came out of the cell and shook her head at Fein with helpless expression. "He won't talk."

"Then I'l take over here..." Fein nodded.

...

As Fein approached the cell, he saw the man huddled in a corner, shivering and covered in bruises. Fein opened the door and stepped inside, closing it behind him.

"You know why you're here," Fein said, his voice calm and collected. "You've caused a lot of trouble, and innocent people have died because of you."

The man looked up at Fein with a mixture of fear and defiance in his eyes. "I will not talk," he said, his voice barely above a whisper.

Fein took a step closer to the man, his eyes narrowed. "You will talk," he said, his voice cold and menacing. "One way or another, I will get the information I need."

He took out a small knife and held it up in front of the man's face. "You see this?" he asked. "This is just the beginning. I can make this very painful for you, or I can make it quick. The choice is yours."

The man stared at the knife with wide eyes, his breathing becoming more rapid. Fein watched him for a moment, then put the knife away.

"I won't hurt you," he said, his voice softer now. "But I need to know what you're planning. Who are your leaders? What are their goals?"

The man hesitated for a moment, then spoke. "I can't tell you," he said, his voice hoarse. "I've been sworn to secrecy."

Fein sighed and ran a hand through his hair. He had hoped it wouldn't come to this, but he knew what he had to do.

He left the cell and returned a few minutes later with a small bag. He dumped the contents on the floor in front of the man, revealing a set of tools and implements.

"This is what I call my persuasion kit," Fein said, a hint of menace in his voice. "I don't like using it, but sometimes I have no choice."

He selected a pair of pliers from the pile and held them up in front of the man's face. "Do you know what these are for?" he asked.

The man shook his head, his eyes wide with fear.

Fein leaned in closer to him. "These are for pulling teeth," he said, his voice low and menacing. "Now, are you going to talk, or do I need to use these?"

The man whimpered and looked away, unable to meet Fein's gaze. He felt a cold shiver down his spine.