The night he decided to adopt Skye, Feeney returned to his room and drew his second skill. The result, however, was less than satisfying.
Compared to the Golden Great Deduction Technique, the second skill was worlds apart. It also made Feeney realize that this system could apparently treat anything as a skill to draw.
"Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll"
"Source: Food Wars"
"Description: A dish so delicious, it feels as if you've been drugged."
When Feeney saw the skill he'd drawn, he nearly thought he'd read it wrong. He never would have expected to get a fried chicken roll. It gave him a real taste of life's highs and lows.
It took all his effort to resist the urge to uninstall the piece of junk system, though he had no idea how to uninstall it.
After secretly testing it, he realized that the skill wasn't as useless as he'd imagined.
Unlike the Golden Great Deduction Technique, Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll could be used as soon as he drew it, and it had two ways to activate.
First, he could buy ingredients and make it in the kitchen, following the steps.
Second, he could summon it out of thin air. That was right: no ingredients or kitchenware were needed. He only had to use the skill, and he could make one appear anywhere within a one-meter radius that he could see. It even came with its own packaging.
Feeney's first thought at the time was that if he ever ran into trouble, at least he wouldn't have to worry about going hungry.
At the same time, whenever he made Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll, whether by hand or by summoning it, he felt the Experience Bar—which had been completely drained again—tick up by a tiny amount, barely visible to the naked eye. At least, it rose a little faster than it did on its own. That convinced him that the system's Skill Drain was connected to using skills.
The experience he got from Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll was pitifully small, but Feeney was still happy. At least he had a path forward now.
For a while after that, Feeney spent almost every day studying his two skills. He tried hard to recall what had happened the night he summoned Skye, hoping to use the Golden Great Deduction Technique again.
From "Loki doesn't have a dick" to "Hulk has a good temper," Feeney gradually lowered his expectations. He finally succeeded in using the Golden Great Deduction Technique again after staring at a strand of hair and thinking about making it float for nearly a minute.
The ability was frighteningly weak, but Feeney was so happy he nearly jumped. After seven whole years with no progress, this was far better.
And now he had a way forward: use his skills, gain experience, and then draw again.
After several tests, he also discovered a few key points about using the Golden Great Deduction Technique. First, he had to keep his mind clear, without too many distracting thoughts. Second, speaking helped improve his chances of success, because words could focus his thoughts and make his commands clearer.
For example, when he'd tried to make the strand of hair float just by thinking about it, it had taken nearly a minute. But when he gave it a "command," he could make it float in only three seconds.
Unfortunately, using the Golden Great Deduction Technique didn't give him much experience either. Making the hair float gave him even less than making a fried chicken roll.
He couldn't understand why summoning Skye had given him so much experience. If he converted the amount, it was about five years' worth of natural growth.
Although Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll gave him more experience, Feeney didn't dare use it recklessly. Buying ingredients and making it was fine, but if he summoned a lot out of thin air, he wouldn't be able to eat them all. Throwing them away might draw attention, and if S.H.I.E.L.D. found out, it wouldn't be a joke.
Then there was the question of skill cost and improvement. Feeney found that using the Golden Great Deduction Technique too much left him dizzy, while using Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll barely cost him anything, and he improved rapidly.
When Feeney first got Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll, it took him about ten seconds to use the skill, and he could only make one at a time.
Now, eight years later, he'd cut the time down to one second, increased the range to five meters, and reached the point where he could make two at a time. He doubted anyone in any world could make fried chicken rolls faster than he could.
At eight hours of nonstop work, Feeney could make more than fifty thousand of them in a day.
The laws of physics, the conservation of mass, scientific principles—none of them mattered. Feeney's Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll was magic.
Even after eight whole years, Feeney still hadn't completely filled the Experience Bar for his third draw. It wasn't because he hadn't worked hard. The experience he gained from Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll was simply too little.
He couldn't just find somewhere and make them without limit, which was why things had turned out this way. Fortunately, after all this time, the Experience Bar was nearly full. It wouldn't be long before he got his third skill.
This also showed just how much experience his first successful use of the Golden Great Deduction Technique had given him.
Feeney decided that if his third skill was just as useless in a fight, he'd find a way to grow stronger using things already available in the Marvel Universe.
Coming back to the present, Feeney looked at Skye, who was silent in front of him. He sighed and said, "Let's head to the shop first. I'll tell you what just happened when we get there!"
Still affected by their earlier conversation, Skye didn't say much. She started the car and drove off.
The shop Feeney mentioned was a snack shop he'd helped open two years ago, after Skye graduated from high school.
It wasn't big, but it was in the Upper East Side of Manhattan, where every inch of land was worth a fortune. Even though it was a little out of the way, having a shop there was already quite an achievement.
As they reached Manhattan, with its rows of towering skyscrapers and dazzling displays of goods, the first thing Feeney saw through the car window was the iconic building, Stark Tower. It constantly reminded him what kind of world he was in.
One more year. In a year, that currently somewhat showy playboy would usher in a new era.
When they arrived at the shop, Feeney looked at the "Open Irregularly" sign hanging on the door. He gave Skye, who was standing beside him with an innocent expression, a helpless glance, then took the sign down.
"Hey, Feeney, Skye! You're finally here."
"We've been waiting forever. Hurry up and open!"
As soon as they arrived, a group of people appeared from who-knew-where, greeting them excitedly. Then they hurried to the shop door and lined up on their own, waiting for it to open.
"Feeney, you're half an hour late today." The man nearest the door watched Feeney open up and immediately complained.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Doko. Something came up at school today!"
Feeney greeted him with a smile. Although it was a snack shop, it really only sold one thing: the Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll he'd been making for eight whole years.
"Okay, okay, enough chatting. I'm starving."
One of the people waiting in line called out impatiently at Feeney's leisurely pace, then eagerly urged him, "Feeney, if you ask me, you should quit school. We'll invest in you, and you can turn your fried chicken roll into a chain. I guarantee it'll be a hit all across the United States."
"Right, right! I'll definitely invest."
The people in line chimed in, looking eager to hand over their money. Skye silently rolled her eyes beside them. She was used to this by now, though she had to admit that Feeney's fried chicken rolls were the best food she'd ever eaten.
"All right, all right. I've told you before, this is just a hobby. I have ambitions of my own."
Feeney shook his head helplessly and went into the shop to get things ready. Though it was marked as open irregularly, he came almost every weekend to practice his skill, and he'd built up a large group of loyal customers.
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