Skye's "Possessed by Evil Spirit"

"What cloak? I don't give a damn about it."

Feeney floated mid-air in his room, trying all sorts of strange poses—lying on his side, sitting cross-legged, and so on. Meanwhile, he silently told himself he'd never cared about the cloak, conveniently forgetting how he'd once spent an entire day standing in front of it, trying to win its approval.

He'd been worried when Iron Monger seemed determined to escape, but now that he had the Soaring Skill and portals, he refused to believe Iron Monger could really be that powerful.

Still, although victory in battle now seemed assured, deciding when to start the fight was a problem. Tony probably hadn't even begun making the Mark II yet.

Iron Monger was in an even worse state. The terrorists had probably only just dragged the battered Mark I out of the sand and were racking their brains trying to put it together.

With so much time to prepare, Feeney wasn't in a hurry. He should focus on practicing the Soaring Skill until he got used to it, then think about everything else.

As long as he was strong enough, he'd be able to deal with whatever his enemies did.

After floating around the room a while longer, Feeney finally prepared to rest. Already exhausted, he soon fell into a deep sleep.

Early the next morning, Feeney—whose classes didn't start until the afternoon—was in high spirits and ready to practice the Soaring Skill. But before he could leave, Skye stopped him.

"Where are you going?"

Skye stood in the doorway, her brows furrowed as she questioned him. Seeing him becoming unpredictable again, she grew suspicious and worried something might happen, so she decided to get a clear answer.

"Uh, nowhere. Just going to practice."

When he saw the doubt on Skye's face, he rolled his eyes helplessly. Then, after a moment's thought, he suddenly grinned and asked, "Want to come along?"

Skye didn't notice Feeney's expression. She shook her head, a little disappointed, and replied, "Forget it. I can't learn it anyway. Just be careful. Don't hurt yourself again."

Seeing Skye's expression, Feeney stopped grinning and affectionately rubbed her head, trying to comfort her. "It's no big deal if you can't learn it. I told you, you'll have other abilities. The time just isn't right yet."

"Come on. Let's go together today. I'll show you something."

Before Skye could refuse, he took her hand and opened a portal.

"Portal!"

After his breakthrough, Feeney could finally use portals in his normal state. He still needed a little help from the Golden Great Deduction Technique, though.

As the surroundings changed in an instant, Skye froze for a long moment before recovering. She gave him a helpless look. "I have a lot of things to do!"

"It's fine. Take a break first!"

Feeney answered with a grin, then suddenly asked, "By the way, are you afraid of heights?"

"What?"

Skye didn't understand at first, but a moment later, she realized why he'd asked. She stared in shock at Feeney, who was floating beneath the moonlight.

"You can fly now?"

"Want to go up and have a look?"

Feeney flew in front of Skye and asked with a beaming smile.

Few people could resist the temptation of flying, and Skye was clearly one of them.

Flying like this, rather than sitting in an airplane, thrilled her. Besides, she knew Feeney wouldn't have offered if he weren't confident, so she didn't need to worry about falling out of the sky.

"Come on, I'll hold you!"

Seeing Skye's expression, Feeney knew her answer. He landed in front of her and swept her up in his arms.

A blush spread across Skye's delicate face, and her amber eyes darted away. They might be brother and sister, but they weren't related by blood.

Feeney didn't think that far ahead. Holding Skye, he excitedly rose into the air. He'd teleported them to the place he knew best, Mount Everest, but to a lower altitude where it wasn't so cold.

As they climbed, a vast expanse of white appeared before them beneath the night sky. The beautiful scenery was breathtaking, and Skye temporarily forgot her embarrassment as she looked down at it.

"It's so beautiful!"

Skye murmured without thinking. The sensation of floating in the air while taking in the view was incomparable to sitting inside an airplane.

After taking Skye for a while-long flight through the sky, Feeney returned to the ground. Remembering how disappointed she'd looked when she couldn't learn magic, he thought he might be able to risk trying something.

"When did you learn to fly?"

After they landed, Skye was still absorbed in the flight. She looked at Feeney curiously and asked again.

"I just learned it recently."

Feeney described his breakthrough in the snow as learning the Soaring Skill. It wasn't entirely wrong; if he hadn't gained experience from the breakthrough, he wouldn't have drawn the Soaring Skill.

"Oh."

Skye nodded, understanding. Even so, she couldn't help warning him again. "You can practice, but make sure you don't hurt yourself!"

Seeing Skye suddenly acting like an elder, Feeney answered with an amused smile. Then, hesitating, he asked, "Skye, I have something that might let you experience extraordinary power. Do you want to try it?"

"?"

Skye looked curious and confused again.

"Possessed by Evil Spirit!"

Feeney summoned the Possessed by Evil Spirit sword and held it out as he explained, "This sword can adapt to its owner's body and transform into armor. It can greatly enhance the user's physical abilities. Do you want to try it?"

The Ancient One's test had already proved that someone else could wear it.

"Can I?"

Hearing this, Skye asked nervously and excitedly. After giving up on learning magic, she'd been heartbroken for a long time. How could she not be delighted at the chance to experience such extraordinary power?

"Trying it should be fine."

Feeney said thoughtfully. Possessed by Evil Spirit was his skill, after all, and he could cancel it at any time if something went wrong. The only thing he was worried about was that Skye might not be able to wear it, which could disappoint her even more.

"Double Skye's physical strength!"

Before Skye equipped it, Feeney used the Golden Great Deduction Technique to enhance her physique as much as possible. Then he had her reach out her fair, delicate hand and grip the sword.

"Possessed by Evil Spirit!"

Skye shouted brightly.

Red energy spilled from the sword and enveloped Skye. An apparition appeared behind her once more, and Feeney watched closely, observing the Ancient Life dwelling within Possessed by Evil Spirit.

"Roar!"

A strange, feeble growl came from its mouth. It seemed somewhat displeased, but in the end, it slowly embraced Skye.

Watching this, Feeney suddenly thought of the Ancient One. If that earlier roar had been an Evil Dragon Roar, then Skye's was like a kitten puffing itself up.

Fortunately, the equipment process succeeded. This was the first time Feeney had truly let someone else use Possessed by Evil Spirit. When it came down to it, Possessed by Evil Spirit was a skill, not an Imperial Arm. Otherwise, there was no way so many people could equip it.

The apparition faded, and Skye appeared before Feeney, fully equipped. But what surprised him was that her Possessed by Evil Spirit was vastly different from his.

"Why does it have wings!?"

Skye's Possessed by Evil Spirit differed wildly in style and appearance from his, and it even came with a pair of wings!

Could this Broken Dragon actually have a mind of its own? Was it a lustful dragon!?

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