I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything



The next morning, Fein was awoken by a soft sensation on his back. He turned around to see one of his maids lying beside him, completely nude. She was a work of art, with curves in all the right places and a face that could launch a thousand ships. Fein was momentarily taken aback by the sight before him, but quickly regained his composure.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he demanded, shaking her awake.

The maid opened her eyes, looking up at him with a serene smile. "My duty is to satisfy my master in any way I can," she replied calmly. 

Fein was speechless for a moment, trying to process what he had just heard. "That's...that's ridiculous!" he finally managed to sputter out. "I didn't ask for this, and don't fucking do things without my permission." 

The maid's expression remained unchanged. "As you wish, my lord," she said softly, before getting up and leaving the room. 

Fein lay back down on the bed, feeling a mixture of confusion, discomfort, and arousal. He couldn't believe that his maid had just offered herself to him like that, as if it was the most normal thing in the world. He wondered if all of his other maids felt the same way, or if it was just this one. 'Are they that liberated?'

After the bizarre encounter with his maid, Fein decided to distract himself by cooking breakfast. He gathered the necessary ingredients for his meal—a few pieces of chicken and a ripe mango—and headed to the kitchen.

As Fein prepared the fried chicken, he seasoned it with a blend of spices, his hands moving deftly as he coated each piece with a perfect amount of seasoning. The sizzle of the chicken hitting the hot oil filled the air, and a mouthwatering aroma filled the kitchen. Fein couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction as he watched the chicken turn golden brown, perfectly crispy on the outside.

Once the chicken was cooked to perfection, Fein turned his attention to the graham mango sticky rice. He carefully sliced the mango into thin, juicy strips and set them aside. In a separate bowl, he combined the sticky rice, coconut milk, and sugar, gently mixing them together until the rice was coated in a sweet, creamy sauce.

As Fein plated the food, his mind couldn't help but wander. He found himself critiquing his own culinary creation, his godly palate analyzing every aspect of the dish.

'Let's see how this fried chicken turned out,' he thought, taking a bite. The crispy skin gave way to tender, juicy meat, and the flavors exploded in his mouth. However, as he savored the taste, he couldn't help but find a small flaw. 'The seasoning could use a touch more salt, perhaps a hint of paprika to give it that extra kick.'

Moving on to the graham mango sticky rice, Fein scooped a spoonful onto his plate. The combination of the creamy coconut milk and the sweetness of the mango danced on his taste buds. Yet, as he analyzed the dish further, he couldn't help but feel that it lacked a certain depth of flavor. 'Maybe a sprinkle of toasted sesame seeds or a drizzle of caramel sauce would elevate this dish.'

Fein continued to eat, his mind filled with thoughts and ideas on how to improve his cooking. Despite his criticisms, he found solace in the act of preparing his own food. It was a small, mundane task that allowed him to momentarily forget about the complexities of his demon lord status.

As he finished his meal, Fein couldn't help but smile. Despite the imperfections he had found, he had still managed to create a delicious and satisfying breakfast. It was a reminder to himself that even in this strange and unfamiliar realm, he could find comfort in the simple pleasures of life.

After finishing his breakfast, Fein's mind shifted to the tasks at hand. He knew that maintaining his abode required the diligent work of his servants. With a determined expression on his face, he called them together to discuss their assignments.

Fein gathered his servants in the grand hall, their eyes fixed on him attentively. His gaze swept over each of them, taking in their expressions of anticipation mixed with a hint of anxiety. He cleared his throat, ready to delegate their duties.

"All right, listen up," Fein began, his voice filled with authority. "We have a lot to accomplish today, so let's get organized. Jaina, I want you to take care of the garden. Make sure it's clean and vibrant—no dead leaves or withering plants."

Jaina, a young and enthusiastic servant, nodded eagerly, a glimmer of excitement shining in her eyes. Her posture straightened as she acknowledged her given task. Fein could sense her determination to fulfill her duties to the best of her abilities.

Turning his attention to the next servant, Fein continued, "Milo, your job is to ensure that every room in the house is spotless and tidy. Dust the furniture, sweep the floors, and make sure everything is in its proper place. No detail should be overlooked."

Milo, a meticulous and diligent servant, nodded with a serious expression on his face. His hands clenched and unclenched as he mentally prepared himself for the meticulous cleaning ahead.

Fein's gaze moved to the next servant, a young woman named Eliza. "Eliza, your task is to act as the gatekeeper. No one is to enter the premises without my explicit permission, no matter who they may be. Ensure the safety and privacy of our abode."

Eliza, with an air of confidence, stood tall and resolute. Her eyes glinted with determination as she understood the gravity of her responsibility.

Fein continued to distribute tasks among the remaining servants, each one accepting their assignments with a mix of determination and eagerness. He observed their expressions, noting the varying degrees of excitement, concentration, and determination displayed on their faces.

As Fein finalized the schedules and assignments, he couldn't help but engage in an inner monologue, his thoughts racing with observations and plans. 'These servants are the foundation of my abode. Their dedication and hard work will ensure that everything runs smoothly. It's my responsibility to guide them and make sure their tasks align with our goals.'

Fein's mind buzzed with the details of the day's work, organizing and prioritizing each task. He knew that a well-maintained and efficient household would reflect his position and authority as a demon lord.

With the schedules set and tasks assigned, Fein addressed his servants one final time. "Remember, everyone, we are a team, and together, we will create a place of order and excellence."