I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything



After bidding his farewell to Lea, Klea, and Deden, Fein made his way back to his abode, his mind buzzing with thoughts of the recent events. The chaos and danger had given him an opportunity to further solidify his position among the powerful demons of the lower realm, but he needed to maintain his composure and play his cards right.

As he entered his luxurious dwelling, the servants were already there, awaiting his return. They moved with a graceful efficiency, tending to his every need. One of them, a young demon with a serene expression, approached Fein with a respectful bow.

"Welcome back, Master Fein," the servant greeted him. "Would you like me to draw a bath for you?"

Fein nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yes, please. Make it warm and soothing."

The servant quickly made her way to the bathing area, while the others busied themselves with cleaning the house and preparing a meal for their master. They moved silently, their expressions focused and determined to fulfill their duties with precision.

Fein stepped into the bathroom, the warm steam enveloping him as he submerged himself in the fragrant water. He closed his eyes, allowing the tension to melt away, his mind drifting to the events of the evening. The shadows, the chaos—they had presented him with both danger and opportunity, and he needed to strategize his next moves carefully.

As Fein enjoyed his bath, the servant returned with a tray of fresh fruits and a glass of chilled elixir. She placed them on a nearby table, her movements graceful and careful. Fein opened his eyes and reached for a juicy slice of fruit, savoring its sweetness as the flavors burst in his mouth.

"You may take your time, Master Fein," the servant said softly, her voice a soothing melody. "Once you are ready, I will be here to give you a massage."

Fein nodded in appreciation, his body relaxing further at the thought of the forthcoming massage. The servant's words reminded him of the luxuries and privileges that came with his newfound status. The resources at his disposal were not to be underestimated, and he intended to use them to his advantage.

As he finished his bath and dried himself, Fein made his way to a comfortable lounge area where the servant awaited him. She motioned for him to lie down on a soft, cushioned surface, her touch gentle and skilled as she kneaded his muscles, releasing any remaining tension from his body.

"You've had quite a day, Master Fein," she remarked, her voice filled with genuine concern. "I hope tonight brings you some well-deserved rest."

Fein sighed contentedly, his eyes drifting closed as the servant's hands worked their magic. The room was filled with a sense of tranquility, the dim light casting a soothing glow over the space.

"I appreciate your care," Fein replied, his voice calm and grateful. "It's moments like these that remind me of the benefits my newfound position brings."

The servant smiled, her eyes reflecting warmth and loyalty. "We are here to serve you, Master Fein. Your comfort and well-being are our utmost priority."

As the massage continued, Fein allowed himself to succumb to the serenity of the moment. He knew that in this sanctuary, surrounded by loyal servants, he had the space to strategize and plan his next moves in the intricate game of power and manipulation.

In the depths of his mind, he calculated the steps he needed to take to further establish his influence in the demon society.

As Fein closed his eyes, allowing the warmth of the bath to envelop him, his mind began to churn with thoughts and speculations. The attack on the gathering of nobles had left him intrigued and hungry for answers. Who could be behind such a meticulously orchestrated event? Was it the work of a single individual or a clandestine organization?

Images and faces danced behind Fein's closed eyelids as he delved into the depths of his thoughts. He pondered the possibilities, considering the motivations and intentions of those responsible. Was it a plot to undermine the fragile balance of power in the demon realm? Or perhaps a personal vendetta against one of the prominent figures in attendance?

Fein's brows furrowed, his mind working overtime to piece together the puzzle with the limited information at his disposal. The attack had been swift and precise, leaving little room for error. It was evident that the orchestrators possessed knowledge and resources beyond the ordinary.

A slight smile played at the corners of Fein's lips as he mulled over the various conspiracy theories that swirled in his mind. He knew that in the world of politics and power, nothing was ever as it seemed. Hidden agendas, secret alliances, and whispered schemes were the building blocks of the demon hierarchy.

His fingers absentmindedly trailed through the warm water as he considered the potential players involved. Were there rival factions vying for control, each seeking to weaken their adversaries through acts of chaos and violence? Or was there a larger, more sinister force at play, manipulating events from the shadows?

Fein's thoughts drifted to the enigmatic figures he had encountered at the gathering—the powerful demons with their spells of fire, ice, and wind. Were they merely pawns in a larger game, or did they hold key positions within the organization responsible for the attack? He knew that answers lay hidden within their motivations and connections.

His mind raced, connecting the dots and constructing webs of conspiracy that stretched across the demon realm. The possibilities were endless, and Fein relished the challenge of uncovering the truth. But he also knew that he needed more information, a piece of the puzzle that would lead him down the right path.

Opening his eyes, Fein took a deep breath, the steamy air filling his lungs. He knew that his journey for answers had only just begun. He would have to be vigilant, observe the actions and conversations of those around him, and seek out any morsels of information that could shed light on the shadowy figures behind the attack.

With resolve burning in his eyes, Fein rose from the bath, water cascading off his muscular frame. He knew that the path ahead would be treacherous, but he was determined to uncover the truth and manipulate the situation to his advantage. The chaos had provided him with an opportunity—a chance to rise higher in the demon hierarchy and seize power for himself.

As he stepped out of the bath, the servants stood at the ready, offering him a plush robe to envelop himself in. Fein's gaze met theirs, his expression a mix of determination and secrecy.

"I have much to ponder," he said, his voice low and confident. "Prepare the study. I will need all available information on the prominent figures of the demon realm."

The servants nodded in understanding, their eyes reflecting a mix of curiosity and loyalty. They knew that their master's mind was sharp and calculating, always seeking an advantage in the complex world they inhabited.

Fein wrapped himself in the robe, his thoughts already drifting back to the incident at the gathering