I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything



Fein approached the heart of the mystical tree, grumbling under his breath. He couldn't help but complain about the long and treacherous journey he had endured to reach this point. His steps were heavy, each one accompanied by a sigh or a muttered curse.

"Of course, it had to be hidden in the heart of this damn tree," he muttered, his voice dripping with annoyance. "Couldn't have made it easy for me, could you?"

With a wave of his hand, the portal shimmered into existence, a swirling vortex of energy beckoning him forward. Fein hesitated for a moment, glancing back at the familiar world behind him. But curiosity and determination won over his complaints, and with a scowl, he stepped through the portal.

The moment he crossed the threshold, Fein was engulfed in a whirlwind of sensations. The air crackled with a different kind of energy, heavy with the scent of sulfur and decay. His eyes widened as he took in the unfamiliar surroundings of the Abyss Dimension.

"What a dump," Fein grumbled, his face contorted into a disapproving scowl. "Guess I shouldn't have expected anything better."

The demon city sprawled before him, a chaotic blend of towering structures and twisted alleyways. The streets were teeming with bizarre creatures of all shapes and sizes, their grotesque forms a stark contrast to the world he had left behind. It was a sight that both fascinated and repulsed him.

He scoured the twisted streets and dark corners, searching for a secluded spot to carry out his transformation. His desire to blend in with the demons led him to seek a temporary alteration of his appearance.

"Time to put on a show," Fein muttered to himself, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. "Let's see if these demons can handle my impeccable style."

His eyes scanned the surroundings, seeking a hidden alcove or an abandoned building where he could work undisturbed. Finally, he spotted a crumbling structure nestled between two towering monstrosities. Its dilapidated state made it the perfect spot for his clandestine metamorphosis.

Fein slipped through the decrepit entrance, stepping into the dimly lit interior. The air hung heavy with the stench of decay and ancient magic, fueling his excitement. The room was filled with discarded debris, broken furniture, and remnants of forgotten rituals.

"Looks like someone had a wild party in here," Fein commented with a chuckle, his voice laced with amusement.

He approached a cracked mirror propped against a wall, its surface smudged and tarnished. The reflection it offered was far from flattering, but Fein's narcissistic nature was undeterred. He relished the challenge of turning his handsome features into a fearsome demonic visage.

With a flick of his wrist, Fein conjured a small vial containing a shimmering, otherworldly substance. It glowed with an ethereal light, casting eerie shadows across the room. He uncorked the vial, releasing a potent scent that made his nostrils tingle.

Fein studied his own reflection in the mirror, his eyes sparkling with mischief. His fingers dipped into the vial, scooping out a small amount of the transformative substance. With practiced precision, he began to apply it to his face, tracing intricate patterns that mimicked the appearance of horns and scales.

As the substance made contact with his skin, Fein felt a surge of power coursing through his veins. His expression transformed from amusement to a fierce determination, his eyes glowing with an otherworldly light.

This is the substance that he made that could trigger his demons transformation without leaking a massive amount of magic power spike.

"Now we're talking," Fein remarked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "Time to show these demons what a true master looks like."

His body shifted, his stance growing more confident and assertive. The once laid-back and sarcastic demeanor gave way to an aura of authority and dominance. Fein reveled in the thrill of assuming this new identity, embracing the role of a formidable demon with gusto.

With each stroke of the transformative substance, Fein's features shifted, morphing into a fearsome manifestation of demonic power. His once smooth skin became rough and scaled, while his hair turned into a fiery mane. His eyes glowed with an intense crimson hue, exuding an air of malevolence.

Fein stepped back, admiring his handiwork in the cracked mirror. The reflection that stared back at him was a sight to behold—a perfect fusion of demon and his charisma.

"Now that's what I call a makeover," Fein remarked, a self-satisfied grin spreading across his face. "Demons will be lining up to get a glimpse of this perfection."

With his transformation complete, Fein stepped out of the dilapidated building, ready to strut through the demon-infested streets of the Abyss Dimension. He relished the attention he would undoubtedly receive, reveling in the combination of his natural charisma and his newly demon king appearance.

Fein's crunched expression reflected his displeasure, his shoulders slouched and his movements brimming with impatience. He pushed through the bustling crowd, nudging past demons and casting them disdainful glances.

"Watch it, ugly," he snapped at a demon who got too close for comfort. "I've seen better-looking trash heaps."

As he made his way deeper into the demon city, Fein couldn't help but take note of the eerie atmosphere that permeated the Abyss Dimension. Shadows danced along the walls, whispers of dark secrets brushing against his ears. The air was heavy with an oppressive energy, making his skin crawl.

"Feels like home," Fein muttered sarcastically, his voice dripping with sarcasm. "Just what I always wanted."

The buildings were adorned with intricate carvings, depicting grotesque figures and intricate sigils. The stone facades seemed to pulse with a sinister energy, as if infused with the essence of the Abyss itself. The walls were marred by time and neglect, their surfaces weathered and worn, revealing the secrets of countless ages.

Fein's gaze shifted to the denizens of the Abyss—the demons that prowled the streets like shadowy predators. Their appearances were as diverse as the nightmares they hailed from. Horned monstrosities with leathery wings soared overhead, their piercing gazes locked onto Fein with a mix of curiosity and caution.

On the ground, hulking creatures with muscular frames and jagged teeth lumbered past, their heavy footfalls echoing through the narrow alleys. The air crackled with a primal energy as smaller, more agile demons darted between the towering figures, their lithe forms barely visible in the dim light.

The demons' features ranged from grotesque to seductive, their forms defying the norms of the mortal realm. Scaled skin shimmered under the dim glow of the Abyss, while eyes of every hue—fiery red, icy blue, poisonous green—glinted with an otherworldly brilliance.

His eyes darted from one twisted structure to another, searching for any sign of the answers he sought. Despite his complaints and caustic remarks, there was a glimmer of excitement in his gaze. The Abyss Dimension, with all its dark mysteries and malevolent inhabitants, offered him the chance to prove his prowess and uncover the truth that had eluded him for so long.