I Can Upgrade My Talent In Everything



Fein jolted upright in his bed, Startled from his sleep, his heart pounding in his chest. Beads of sweat trickled down his forehead as he struggled to separate the vivid remnants of his dream from reality. With a perplexed expression, he blinked several times, trying to shake off the lingering daze that clung to his senses.

"Wha... What just happened?" Fein mumbled to himself, his voice laced with a mixture of disbelief and relief. His eyes darted around the dimly lit room, taking in the familiar surroundings. The blood-red moon outside the window cast an eerie glow, painting the walls in a haunting hue.

For a fleeting moment, Fein felt a shiver run down his spine. The dream had felt so real, so vivid, that it had momentarily blurred the boundaries between the conscious and the surreal. He took a deep breath, inhaling the stale air of his room, and expelled it slowly, as if releasing the remnants of the dream's grip on his mind.

With a weary sigh, Fein shook his head, a wry smile curling up the corners of his lips. "Well, that was one heck of a dream," he muttered, his voice laced with a touch of amusement. He had always possessed a strong sense of self-assurance, bolstered by his exceptional swordsmanship and his unwavering confidence in his own abilities.

"Who could possibly kill me so easily? I'm the paragon of swordsmanship, an Absolute SS-rank degu user!" Fein declared with a hint of self-mockery, his voice tinged with sarcasm. His hand instinctively reached for the hilt of the invisible sword that he always carried at his side, his fingers wrapping around the imaginary grip.

A mischievous glint sparkled in Fein's eyes as he jumped out of bed, his body radiating an aura of powerhouse. He chuckled to himself, reveling in the absurdity of the dream that had momentarily shaken him. With each step he took, the creaking of the floorboards beneath his feet echoed through the room.

"That's really damn to uncomfortable. How is it even possible to dream two times? Damn it. I'm not dreaming again, right?" Fein muttered, his voice filled with uncertainty. He strode towards the mirror, his reflection staring back at him with an air of self-assuredness. With a swift motion, he brushed his disheveled hair back, straightening his appearance and donning an air of confidence.

Stepping out of his room, Fein found himself caught in a whirlwind of thoughts, his mind still grappling with the perplexing nature of his dreams. As he made his way to the wooden table, the aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the clinking of silverware filled the air. Lost in contemplation, he absentmindedly reached for a piece of toast, his fingers grasping it mechanically while his gaze wandered into the distance.

"What could those dreams mean?" Fein mused to himself, his voice a mere whisper carried by the rustling of leaves outside. He couldn't shake off the sense of unease that lingered within him. The notion of having two dreams, even after waking up, seemed unfathomable, defying the laws of the ordinary. His thoughts swirled like a tempest, searching for answers in the depths of his consciousness.

His attention shifted to his loyal butler, Loui, who stood nearby, wearing his customary gentle smile. Fein's gaze intensified as he surreptitiously scrutinized the butler's every move, his eyes darting from one detail to another. There was a certain air of mystery that surrounded Loui, an enigmatic presence that never failed to intrigue Fein.

The butler, seemingly aware of Fein's probing gaze, nodded subtly and spoke in a soft, reassuring tone. "Is there something troubling you, Master Fein?"

Fein's eyes narrowed slightly, his curiosity piqued by the butler's response. His brows furrowed as he pondered the possibility that Loui might hold the key to unlocking the secrets of his dreams. The tension between them hung in the air, silently challenging Fein to uncover the truth that lay beneath the surface.

Breaking free from his thoughts, Fein forced a casual smile and waved off Loui's concern. "Nah, it's nothing. Just lost in my own head, you know? Those dreams got me all twisted up."

Loui's smile remained unchanged, betraying no hint of the secrets he might hold. His demeanor exuded an air of calm and collectedness, as if he were an unbreakable puzzle waiting to be solved.

Fein's body language mirrored his inner turmoil, his fingers tapping rhythmically on the table as he contemplated his next move. The weight of the mystery bore down on him, the need to unravel the threads of his dreams becoming an irresistible force. Yet, he understood the delicate dance he had to perform, maintaining an air of casualness while secretly plotting his investigation.

As the sound of roosters pierced through the quiet morning, Fein finally broke the silence, his voice tinged with determination. "Loui, have you ever experienced something strange, like dreams that feel so real even after waking up?"

Loui's smile widened slightly, an enigmatic glimmer dancing in his eyes. "Ah, dreams are curious things, aren't they, Master Fein? Sometimes, they reveal truths we're not yet ready to comprehend."

Fein's heart skipped a beat, his suspicions growing stronger. Loui's cryptic response only served to fuel his resolve to uncover the mysteries that lay hidden within the recesses of his own mind.

...

Loui, found himself standing outside the abode, contemplating the strange behavior of his master. 

Loui's brows knitted together, his confusion evident in his furrowed expression. He had served Fein faithfully for months, attending to his every need with unwavering dedication. But today, something seemed amiss. Fein's unusual line of questioning had caught Loui off guard, leaving him perplexed and searching for answers of his own.

Leaning against the sturdy oak doorframe, Loui let out a sigh, his eyes scanning the surroundings for solace or clarity. The soft morning light bathed the landscape in a warm glow, casting long shadows that danced across the grounds. Yet, despite the tranquility of the scene, a veil of uncertainty hung in the air, adding an undercurrent of tension to Loui's thoughts.

"Why is he asking such peculiar questions?" Loui muttered to himself, his voice carried away by the gentle breeze. His usually composed demeanor showed cracks, revealing his inner turmoil. He had always prided himself on anticipating Fein's needs, but today, he found himself at a loss, unable to comprehend the motives behind his master's inquiries.