Rapid Mastery of Talent

"Ding-dong!"

"Destiny Talent, Rapid Mastery, has awakened. Host, please check your status."

Host: Feng Chen.

Skills: Basic Archery (Novice 10/100), Basic Fist Technique (Novice 12/100), Eat, Drink, and Be Merry (Perfection)...

Talent Characteristics: No cultivation bottlenecks, accumulated proficiency stacking, and progress of A Thousand Miles a Day.

A majestic voice echoed in his mind, and Feng Chen stared blankly at the dilapidated house before him.

"Where is this place? Didn't I already die?"

His final memories surfaced!

Having worked continuous overtime for a month, his eyes felt as dry as if they were coated with sandpaper.

After finishing a project, he thought of going to a bathhouse to relax. A young woman brought him hot water and helped him take off his shoes. He only remembered that the area beneath her collar was huge and blindingly white, swaying like two pools of moonlight, and then there was nothing more.

A moment later!

The memories of this lifetime merged completely, and the corners of his mouth twitched into a bitter smile.

He had been reborn. His identity was that of a hunter in a poor mountain village, living in a drafty adobe house where he could not even afford a single meal of dry grain three times a day.

He had been reborn right at the start, only to now see through the mystery of the womb's confinement.

Fortunately, he had a golden finger in this lifetime.

He sank his consciousness into his Sea of Consciousness, where a glowing template emerged line by line. His gaze paused on Eat, Drink, and Be Merry (Perfection)!

Could this even count as a skill?

Immediately after, he was captivated by the talent description: no bottlenecks, cumulative stacking, and A Thousand Miles a Day.

He understood; this was Rapid Mastery.

The protagonists in novels were mostly late bloomers or rewarded by the heavens, emphasizing steady accumulation over time, but for him, it had become Rapid Mastery.

He loved this feeling. If he practiced it, he got it; if he practiced it, it grew.

He looked at the skill column again. Archery and Basic Fist Technique were innate to a hunter.

Currently, Basic Archery remained at the Novice stage, with one-tenth of the progress filled.

Gazing at the two words "Novice," the template explained: skills are divided into four realms—Novice, Minor Mastery, Great Mastery, and Perfection. Once proficiency is full, one can break through.

Having figured these things out, Feng Chen opened his eyes.

The room remained crude: a wobbly wooden table propped up with broken bricks, and on it, salt and dried vegetables sat inside a chipped pottery jar; a broken wooden bow hung on the wall, its body covered in fine cracks and the bowstring frayed.

Through the half-open door of the two adjacent rooms, a small dirt courtyard was visible, swept clean.

This was his home.

In the original owner's memory, the world was vast, and even the appearance of things outside the town was vague, but he knew there were martial artists who leapt high and split stones and wood.

As long as he obtained a cultivation technique, relying on Rapid Mastery, he would soon cross that threshold.

He had died of overwork from overtime in his past life, but in this life, the heavens had finally given him the capital to make a comeback.

He struggled to his feet, his ribs and back feeling as though countless needles were piercing them.

Memories surged up!

Five days ago, he hunted and shot two wild rabbits. While squatting by the stream to skin them, the village bully Tiger Liu strolled over with two lackeys. Broad-shouldered and thick-waisted, Tiger Liu snatched the rabbits and beat him black and blue.

Dragging his injured body, Feng Chen crawled home, pushed the door open, collapsed headfirst, and never got back up.

"Tiger Liu, you bastard, once I grow strong, you'll be the first person I take a knife to!" Feng Chen gritted his teeth and repeated the name.

He laboriously moved to the water vat in the corner. The water's surface reflected a sharp-featured face, as handsome as every esteemed reader present.

He walked to the wall and took down the bow, the cracks on the bowbody biting into his hands.

He wanted to test just how effective this Rapid Mastery talent truly was.

He took a deep breath and drew the bow! The taut bowstring made a faint sound. He released his grip, and the string vibrated with a hum.

The next second, ding-dong! Archery proficiency increased by one.

Insights emerged in his mind—from his stance to the angle of his grip, from the force of pulling the string to the timing of the release. Every single link was lightly tapped by a tiny hammer, and minute deviations were corrected.

After digesting the insights, he revealed a smile.

This talent was truly not bad; every single arrow yielded improvement.

Without further delay, he shot arrow after arrow.

Drawing the bow, releasing.

Ding-dong, archery proficiency increased by one.

His arms grew sore, but he gritted his teeth and kept going.

Half an hour later!

Ding-dong, archery has reached the Minor Mastery Realm. Host, please check your status.

A massive wave of insight surged forward, and his understanding of archery seeped into the memory of every inch of muscle.

The angle at which his fingers hooked the string, the coordination between breathing and aiming—suddenly, everything became exceptionally clear.

Having digested it all, Feng Chen looked down at his hands, then up at the bow.

It was completely different.

The bow was no longer just wood and animal tendons, but an extension of his own body.

Using his current skills to hunt, the success rate would definitely be very high.

Rapid Mastery could truly change one's fate.

Right at that moment, a violent wave of hunger welled up from his stomach, and the churning sounds of his intestines were almost audible.

Feng Chen gained a sudden realization; it must have been the massive expenditure from practicing archery just now.

He sat down on the small stool, laying the bow and arrows horizontally across his knees.

With a creak, the room door pushed open, and a thin, frail figure walked out.

Feng Chen turned his head to look. It was a young woman, appearing to be about eighteen years old.