Possessed by Evil Spirit

Actually, according to Feeney's deduction, it should have been around next week before he could unlock a third Draw Skill. But it had come early, and he had some idea why.

As soon as he could use skills to increase his Experience Bar, Feeney had noticed that using a skill on people earned him more experience.

In particular, hurting people—or fighting with a skill—made the Experience Bar fill faster.

But Golden Great Deduction Technique was too weak to protect him, and Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll wasn't suited for combat. On top of that, he was afraid of being discovered, so Feeney had no way to gain experience through fighting.

Fortunately, it was easy enough to use his skills on people. After discovering that, Feeney had never again thought of himself as stupid or ugly.

I'm damn smart, I'm super handsome, and I'm gonna be invincible!

Apart from the last one, the first two had come true after eight years of Golden Great Deduction Technique. Feeney had become a famous prodigy at school, skipping grades and ranking first in the whole school. At fifteen, he was about to graduate from high school.

So, after two fights today, the Experience Bar had filled ahead of schedule instead of naturally filling up two weeks from now.

After eight years, he could finally Draw Skill again. Feeney couldn't help feeling a little nervous. Afraid he might draw another weak combat ability like Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll, he didn't do it right away. Instead, he decided to go home, take a bath, and pray first.

Seeing Skye's little face still scrunched up with worry, Feeney immediately guessed what she was thinking and smiled reassuringly. "All right, you haven't caught on in the past ten years. You're not going to expose me that easily."

At that, Skye rolled her eyes and protested, "That's only because I never seriously tried to figure it out."

She wasn't wrong. Feeney and Skye spent nearly every day together, so he must have let something slip without realizing it, like what had happened that afternoon. But Skye had never considered that possibility, so she hadn't figured it out.

Seeing that Feeney looked relaxed and wasn't putting on an act, Skye set her worries aside for the moment. She glanced at the pistol on the table and asked, "What about this thing? Are we taking it back?"

Feeney followed her gaze to the pistol. Its grimy frame made it obvious it wasn't a good weapon, but he had fired it just now, so at least it still worked.

"There are a few bullets left. We'll leave it in the shop, just in case."

In this country, in this city, this thing wasn't particularly rare. The fact that even a couple of punks had gotten their hands on one was proof enough.

Feeney stood up, hid the gun somewhere discreet but easy to reach, then turned back and smiled at Skye.

"All right, clean up the shop so we can head home. You still haven't told me how much we made today. Since we had that little incident, I'll give you twenty percent!"

Skye rolled her eyes adorably. She knew Feeney was only saying that to help her move on from what had just happened, but she still snapped, "No way. I want compensation for emotional distress. I'm taking half of today's earnings."

Feeney put on an expression that said there was no chance of that. Skye couldn't help smiling, and she slowly recovered from the shock of what had happened.

After tidying up, Feeney rode home with Skye in her car. As soon as they stepped inside, their parents complained about how late they were, then urged them to wash their hands and eat.

Feeling the warmth of home, Skye shook her head, trying to stop thinking about what had happened earlier. She looked at Feeney beside her, who seemed completely unfazed, as if everything were normal. The whole day still felt unreal.

At the dinner table, Feeney and his family ate together. His father, Eli, was one of New York's better-known lawyers, so he quickly noticed that Skye seemed a little off.

"Did something happen at the shop today?"

Eli asked with concern as he ate. Feeney and Skye had been able to get a shop in the Upper East Side, where every inch of land was worth a fortune, partly because of her parents' connections.

"No, no, everything's fine at the shop. You wouldn't believe it—they're still begging Feeney to take their investment so he can open another branch!" Skye quickly shook her head. She had promised Feeney to keep their secret, and she didn't want her parents to know what had happened that evening.

Hearing Skye's answer, Eli chuckled and looked at Feeney. "I still don't know who taught that boy how to make that dish. Your mother can never get it to taste the same."

Of course she couldn't. It was a superpower!

Looking at Feeney, who only pursed his lips and said nothing, Skye thought to herself that no one would ever guess this dish was actually a superpower.

When Feeney's mother heard her husband belittling her cooking, Vera wasn't having it. She scolded him while muttering under her breath that her version was actually pretty close.

Feeling the warmth and happiness of the family, Skye gradually let go of her worries and joined in. Soon the house was filled with laughter.

After dinner, Feeney took a bath and especially made sure to wash his hands. Then he returned to his room. Since tomorrow was the weekend and he didn't have to go to school, he decided to Draw Skill now.

"Please, please, please don't give me another cooking skill."

After calming himself and silently praying for five minutes, Feeney took a deep breath and began to Draw Skill.

Before drawing, he had wanted to try using Golden Great Deduction Technique, but he couldn't make it work. Maybe he couldn't calm his mind, or maybe the system wouldn't let him cheat like that.

Fortunately, the result wasn't bad.

"Possessed by Evil Spirit"

"Source: Akame ga Kill"

"Description: Armor inhabited by Ancient Life that can continue to evolve."

Feeling the skill information in his mind, Feeney grew excited. Even though his memories had grown hazy over the years, he still remembered it as the main character's final equipment in Akame ga Kill.

"But this is an Imperial Arm. It can count as a skill, too!?"

Feeney was a little confused, but then he remembered that Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll counted as a skill, so calling an Imperial Arm a skill didn't seem all that strange.

Worried that using the skill might make a noise, Feeney didn't dare try it in his room. He planned to find somewhere deserted to test it tomorrow. He still didn't know what it could do, but he was excited anyway.

Iron Man would make his high-profile debut in another year. After that, disasters would come one after another. Feeney had already been worried sick, and Golden Great Deduction Technique wasn't powerful enough. For now, it could only help him deal with ordinary people.

As for Sumire's Fried Chicken Roll...

It wasn't as though he could fend off aliens by giving them a few chicken rolls.

"I hope it's a powerful ability!"

Until he had seen what it could really do, Feeney couldn't be sure Possessed by Evil Spirit would be strong. Going by the description alone, Golden Great Deduction Technique could beat anything, but unfortunately, he couldn't bring out its full power.

Feeney wasn't asking for Possessed by Evil Spirit to be ridiculously powerful. He'd be perfectly happy if it could at least let him go toe-to-toe with "ordinary people" like Hawkeye and Black Widow.