I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything



As the lizard monster hit the ground, dazed and disoriented from being thrown aside like a discarded object, its rage boiled over. It unleashed a torrent of curses towards Ren, its voice filled with venomous hatred. "How dare you treat me like trash!" it spat, its words laced with fury.

With a twisted smile playing on his lips, Ren stood his ground, indifferent in the face of the monster's rage. The creature's clawed hand shot forward in a desperate attempt to strike back at Ren, its jagged claws aimed at his chest. But to its astonishment, as soon as its claws made contact with Ren's body, they bent and warped, their impact having no effect whatsoever.

"That's it?" Ren's eyes gleamed amusement as he surveyed the futile attempt. Without a moment's hesitation, he retaliated, his leg shooting out in a lightning-fast kick aimed at the monster's exposed stomach. The impact was bone-crushing, causing the lizard monster's body to convulse in pain.

A sickening sound reverberated through the air as the monster was split in half, its body unable to withstand the force of Ren's blow. The battlefield fell silent, save for the groans of the defeated creature. Ren's mocking voice pierced the stillness. "Can you recover now?" he taunted, his words dripping with scorn. "Can you regenerate from such extensive damage?"

The lizard monster, unable to respond due to the mortal wound it had sustained, writhed on the ground in agony. Its eyes, filled with a mixture of shock and fear, locked with Ren's mocking gaze. The realization of its impending demise slowly dawned upon it, stealing away its voice.

"I-I would die in this way?"  The realization of its impending demise slowly dawned upon it, stealing away its voice.

Ren's mocking smile widened as he watched the life drain from the monster's eyes. He stood tall, his posture radiating superiority and confidence.

"He did it again..." The other creatures on the battlefield, having witnessed the lizard monster's demise, felt a chill run down their spines. The realization of Ren's power sent shockwaves through their ranks. Fear mingled with their awe as they glanced at each other, uncertainty etched upon their faces.

With the lizard monster lying lifeless at his feet, Ren's gaze shifted towards the Amara and the sheep that were about to fight. This time, he doesn't intend to shoot. Because the one he should worry was the leader of the monster that was giving him dangerous vibe. The blood-filled monster that was surveying the battlefield at lazily a high vantage like a god.

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The sheep's gaze flickered nervously between Ren, standing quietly in the distance, and the blood-filled monster, their leader, whose aloof gaze bore down upon him. The sheep found himself caught in a quandary, torn between continuing his battle with Amara or succumbing to the looming threat of Ren's power. Fear gnawed at his core as he weighed the consequences of each choice.

The sheep knew all too well the merciless nature of their leader. The blood-filled monster would not tolerate hesitation or weakness among its ranks. If the sheep were to abandon the fight against Amara, their leader would take matters into its own hands, and the consequences would be far more severe, more agonizing than anything the sheep could fathom.

Amara, sensing the sheep's distraction, approached him with determination blazing in her eyes. Her voice laced with a mix of indignation and determination, she called out to him, demanding his attention. "Are you treating me like air?" she challenged, her voice cutting through the tension-filled air. "You underestimated me, and now you will pay the price."

Inwardly, the sheep lamented the misunderstanding, knowing that his hesitation had been misinterpreted as disregard. He longed to explain his predicament, to convey the truth that his life was at stake. But words eluded him, trapped within the confines of his fear-stricken mind. And why would he explain it to her human opponent?

With a deep breath, the sheep pushed aside his internal turmoil, realizing that there was no escape from the battle. His gaze firm and resolute. He would face her, not out of choice, but out of necessity.

The sheep's attention wavered for a moment, drawn back to the blood-filled monster, its aura emanating dominance and power. It was a chilling reminder of the consequences that awaited him if he failed to confront Amara. There was no room for hesitation. He had to fight, had to prove his worth, or else face the wrath of their merciless leader.

Although their leader look laid back. The sheep knew how terrible and cruel he was. After-all he was one of the figures that stood on top of the food chain in their world!

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The blood-filled monster towered over the battlefield, its imposing presence sending shivers down the spines of all who beheld it. Its body was a grotesque fusion of monstrous attributes—a hulking frame adorned with jagged spikes, sinewy muscles pulsating beneath dark, mottled skin, and eyes that burned like smoldering embers.

As its gaze fell upon the sheep, the blood-filled monster's expression shifted, revealing a flicker of boredom that danced in its eyes. It had seen through the careful thoughts of the sheep. The monster's lips curled into a subtle, disdainful smirk. 

But then, the blood-filled monster's attention was drawn to Ren, who stood a distance away, glaring at him

The monster's eyes narrowed, a glimmer of curiosity mingling with the boredom that had settled within its heart. It whispered to itself, a voice tinged with a mix of amusement and disdain, "This guy probably thinks he's worthy of my attention? How boring..."

In the monster's mind, weaklings were mere specks in the vast expanse of its power. They held no allure, no challenge that could ignite the flames of excitement within its jaded existence. It was a creature of unparalleled strength, an apex predator that had long grown weary of the predictable dance of battle. Its encounters had become mundane, lacking the thrill of uncertainty and the taste of true victory.

A sigh escaped the monster's lips, carrying with it a heavy weight of loneliness that echoed across the battlefield. Being at the top had its drawbacks—it isolated the blood-filled monster from the companionship of equals, from the exhilaration of facing opponents who could truly test its limits. It longed for a worthy adversary, someone who could make the fight interesting once more, someone who could ignite the dormant passion buried deep within its monstrous soul.

But for now, the monster found itself trapped in the monotonous cycle of battles against inferior opponents. It would play its part, engage in the skirmishes that lay before it, but deep down, the emptiness within its heart continued to gnaw. It craved a challenge, an opponent who would make its blood sing with the thrill of combat.