Yeah.
I am overpowered again.
Shocking, I know. Somewhere in the sky, God is probably uninstalling me like malware.
And because I'm a responsible menace to society, I was flexing my system as usual.
'System. Calculate all the Skills I have.'
Yes, I know. Five years of grinding, murder, emotional trauma, eating leaves like a goat with depression—and still, I haven't checked a single damn Skill I earned. People would probably ask:
"Bro, if you never saw your Skills, then how the f*ck were you killing guards every day and hunting food like a battle-ready Tarzan?"
Answer?
Training. Pure, sadistic, soul-shattering, grandma-approved training.
My strength, speed, reflexes, IQ, emotional damage resistance—all went from "wet tissue paper" to "this man can fold steel with his eyelashes."
After two months of training, I wasn't a boy anymore. I was becoming a full-time problem for society. My body was changing faster than anime fans' loyalty when a new waifu appears.
