On the night he decided to adopt Skye, Fini returned to his room and drew his second skill.
Unfortunately, the result was somewhat disappointing.
Compared to the “Golden Dayan Art,” this second skill was worlds apart.
It also made Fini realize that, with this system, apparently anything could be drawn as a skill.
“Jin Ji Fried Chicken Wrap”
“Origin: Food Wars!”
“Description: Food so delicious that it makes people feel as though they have been drugged.”
When Fini saw the skill he had drawn, he almost thought he had read it wrong.
He had never imagined that he would draw a fried chicken wrap.
For a moment, he experienced the full range of life’s highs and lows.
It took Fini quite some effort to suppress the urge to uninstall this useless system, although he had no idea how to uninstall it in the first place.
After secretly testing it for a while, however, he discovered that the skill was not quite as useless as he had initially imagined.
The “Jin Ji Fried Chicken Wrap” was different from the “Golden Dayan Art.” Once drawn, it could be used immediately, and it had two different methods of activation.
The first was to buy the ingredients himself and make the wrap step by step in the kitchen.
The second was to summon it out of thin air.
That was right.
No raw materials were required, nor did he need any cooking utensils.
As long as he activated the skill, he could create it out of thin air within a one-meter radius around himself, as long as the location was within his line of sight.
It even came with its own packaging.
At the time, Fini’s first thought was that, if he ever encountered an emergency, at least he would never have to worry about starving.
At the same time, whether he made the “Jin Ji Fried Chicken Wrap” himself or summoned it, he noticed that his experience bar, which had been completely depleted once again, actually increased by the tiniest amount—so little that it was almost impossible to see with the naked eye.
Still, it was slightly faster than the natural rate of growth.
This allowed him to confirm that the system’s skill-drawing experience was related to using skills.
Although the experience provided by each “Jin Ji Fried Chicken Wrap” was pitifully small, Fini was still delighted.
At least now he had a direction to move forward.
For the following period of time, Fini spent almost every day studying these two skills.
He desperately tried to recall the circumstances surrounding his summoning of Skye that night, hoping to use the “Golden Dayan Art” again.
From thinking about things like Loki having no little brother to Hulk having a good temper, Fini gradually lowered the scale of what he wanted to accomplish.
Eventually, he stared at a single strand of hair and thought about making it float.
After concentrating for nearly a minute, he finally succeeded in using the “Golden Dayan Art” again.
Although the ability was terrifyingly weak, Fini was so happy that he nearly jumped for joy.
Compared with the previous seven years without any response whatsoever, the current situation was far better.
More importantly, he now had a direction to move forward:
Use skills, gain experience, and draw again.
After several rounds of testing, he also discovered several key points about using the “Golden Dayan Art.”
First, his mind had to be pure, without too many distracting thoughts.
Second, words helped increase the probability of success, because speaking could consolidate the thought in his mind and make the command more precise.
For example, when he had previously thought about making the strand of hair float, it had taken nearly a minute.
But when he issued it as a “command,” it took only three seconds to make the strand of hair float.
Unfortunately, using the “Golden Dayan Art” did not provide that much experience either.
In fact, making a strand of hair float gave even less experience than making a fried chicken wrap.
This made him somewhat puzzled as to why summoning Skye had provided so much experience.
Converted into natural growth, that amount was roughly equivalent to five years.
Although the “Jin Ji Fried Chicken Wrap” provided more experience, Fini did not dare to use it recklessly.
If he bought the ingredients and made them himself, that was fine.
But if he summoned large quantities out of thin air, he could not possibly eat them all.
Throwing them away would easily arouse suspicion.
And if S.H.I.E.L.D. happened to discover the anomaly, that would be no joke.
Then there was the matter of skill consumption and improvement.
Fini discovered that using the “Golden Dayan Art” too frequently caused dizziness and mental fatigue, whereas using the “Jin Ji Fried Chicken Wrap” barely consumed anything at all, while his proficiency improved rapidly.
When he had first obtained the “Jin Ji Fried Chicken Wrap,” it took roughly ten seconds to use the skill, and he could only make one at a time.
Now, eight years later, he had reduced the production time to one second, expanded the range to five meters, and could produce two at once.
He believed that, in any world, there probably wasn’t anyone faster at making fried chicken wraps than him.
With eight hours of work a day, if Fini continuously made fried chicken wraps without stopping, he could produce more than fifty thousand.
What laws of physics?
What conservation of mass?
What scientific principles?
Fini’s “Jin Ji Fried Chicken Wrap” was magic.
Eight full years had passed, yet Fini still had not completely filled the experience bar required for his third skill.
It wasn’t because he hadn’t worked hard.
It was simply because the experience gained from the “Jin Ji Fried Chicken Wrap” was far too little.
He couldn’t just find somewhere and make them without limit, which was why things had turned out this way.
Fortunately, after so much time, his experience bar was already almost full.
It wouldn’t be long before he could obtain his third skill.
This also showed just how much experience the first successful use of the “Golden Dayan Art” had provided.
Fini decided that if the third skill was once again something with no practical use in combat, he would have to think of a way to improve his strength using the resources that already existed in the Marvel world.
Returning to the present, Fini looked at the silent Skye in front of him, sighed, and said, “Let’s go to the shop first. I’ll tell you what just happened once we get there!”
Still affected by their previous conversation, Skye didn’t say much.
She started the car and drove away.
The shop Fini referred to was a small snack shop that he had helped Skye open two years ago, after she graduated from high school.
The shop wasn’t large, but its location was on Manhattan’s Upper East Side, where every inch of land was worth a fortune.
Even though the location was somewhat out of the way, it was already an extremely rare find.
After arriving in Manhattan, where high-rise buildings stood one after another and countless goods filled the streets, the first thing Fini saw through the car window was the city’s iconic skyscraper—Stark Tower.
It constantly reminded him of what kind of world he was living in.
One more year.
One year from now, that somewhat flashy playboy would usher in a brand-new era.
When they arrived at the shop, Fini looked at the sign hanging above the door that read “Open at Irregular Hours.”
He helplessly glanced at Skye, who wore an innocent expression, then casually took the sign down.
“Hey, Fini! Skye! You’re finally here!”
“We’ve been waiting for you forever. Hurry up and open the shop!”
As soon as they arrived, a group of people seemingly appeared out of nowhere.
They greeted them excitedly, then hurried over to the entrance and obediently lined up, waiting for the doors to open.
“Fini, you’re half an hour late today.”
The man closest to the entrance complained as he watched Fini unlock the door, urging him to hurry.
“Good afternoon, Mr. Doco. There was a little something going on at school today!”
Fini smiled and greeted him.
Although they called it a snack shop, they actually sold only one main item.
The very same “Jin Ji Fried Chicken Wrap” that Fini had been making for eight whole years.
“All right, all right, stop talking. I’m starving.”
Someone farther back in the line couldn’t stand Fini’s leisurely pace and called out impatiently.
Then, with an expectant look, he urged, “Fini, I’m telling you, you should just quit school. We’ll invest in you, and you can turn your fried chicken wraps into a nationwide chain. I guarantee it’ll become a huge hit across America.”
“Yeah, yeah! I’ll definitely invest in you.”
The people in line echoed his words, all looking as though they couldn’t wait to hand over their money.
Skye silently rolled her eyes from the side.
She had long since grown accustomed to this scene.
Even she had to admit, however, that Fini’s fried chicken wraps were the best food she had ever eaten.
“All right, all right. I’ve already told you guys. This is just a hobby. I have dreams of my own.”
Fini helplessly shook his head and entered the shop to start getting things ready.
Although the shop claimed to be “Open at Irregular Hours,” he still came almost every weekend to practice his skill.
As a result, he had also accumulated a large group of loyal customers.
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