Cheat Awakening

"F*cker, are you blind or something? Can't you see such a big 'CLOSED' sign on the door?" Alex roared, his face contorted in annoyance. "The bar is closed for a few days! No matter what business you have, you can either go to another branch or wait patiently until we reopen. Now, just get the hell out of here. I'm not in the mood for useless chit-chat!"

Alex, wiping down the bar with a scowl, looked like he could murder someone for the slightest mistake. Honestly, yesterday had been the unluckiest day of his life. Never had he suffered so much in just a few hours. Not only had he been beaten for no reason by an ugly fatty, but his bar, which was also his home, had been trashed.

To top it all off, higher-ups had inexplicably deducted a month's worth of his salary without telling him any valid reason.

If it weren't for The Supreme Boss of his organization, the beautiful woman in the hologram, who'd taken pity on him and promised to rebuild his bar, even making it slightly bigger than before, pay for all his losses, and even give him compensation for his beating, Alex could have very well become homeless, and jobless.

All this because of a jerk who had nothing better to do than mess with people, especially in their own homes. Needless to say, Alex's mood wasn't exactly sunshine and rainbows.

"I saw the sign," The newcomer interjected, "And at first, I was indeed going to go elsewhere after seeing the condition of the bar. But then I saw you mopping the floor and thought you might urgently need money to rebuild your little place. So, here I am, offering a helping hand in exchange for information on two well-known people.

I'm confident you'd not only have plenty of their information but definitely know them very well."

Hearing that the visitor came intending to do business and that the task wasn't particularly difficult and he also knew the target very well, the anger on Alex's face subsided slightly. He scrutinized this stranger.

The man was around sixty years old, sporting a belly as large as a nine-month-pregnant woman's. His white hair was already receding, and within a year or two, he'd likely be sporting a shiny bald head. His clean-shaven face was unremarkable – the kind you'd forget within minutes after moving away. He dressed in plain, cheap clothes.

From his outward appearance, no one could imagine this old man as a dangerous killer. He looked more like a lost peasant who'd wandered into the wrong building.

"Uncle, I think you might be in the wrong place," Alex said cautiously with a frown. "The general store is a few blocks away. You can buy all sorts of crops and books there. And at your age, plotting against someone isn't good for you or your family. Go and spend your remaining years peacefully playing with your grandchildren instead of risking your life for nothing..."

Thud!

Alex was also confused, wondering if he had heard wrong, although irritated, but still kindly advised, however, suddenly a small leather pouch came flying through the air, interrupting Alex mid-sentence. It landed with a metallic clang on the floor.

"Edward Harrington, the third son of Viscount William Harrington. I want both father and son, every single detail, don't leave even the colour of their underwear behind. Consider this an advance payment. I will provide the remaining half of the payment upon receiving the information. Additionally, if you possess high-grade mana and healing potions, I will purchase your entire stock.

Be quick; I don't have much time.

Myne, who this time adopted the appearance of a random overweight grandpa he had seen on the road enjoying a meal at a street stall, spoke calmly without giving Alex a chance to make trouble, as long as you have enough money there is no need to talk too much nonsense, the magic of money can convince even most stubborn person let's alone those who are already greedy for it.

As for why he didn't take his previous disguise, it was because he didn't want to risk getting beaten by Alex or having him refuse to give him information. Don't forget how much trouble he caused the other party just because of his ego.

Anyway, after throwing money and giving orders, Myne found a random clean table, sat down on it and retrieved several dozen honey buns, thirty-plus boiled eggs, and a five-litre jug brimming with hot milk. He starts devouring this simple breakfast with gusto. The reason for not returning home to Aisha's delectable, healthy cooking?

It was because she was still sleeping when he checked a few minutes ago, and it would surely take her at least an hour to wake up, freshen up, and make breakfast for everyone.

Myne, who had worked hard like a beaver for more than 15 hours continuously with his full capabilities, depleted his all energy reserves, and was now, dying from hunger, no way could wait for so long. Devouring an entire bear, perfectly cooked, of course, wouldn't be out of the question for him in his current state.

Unaware of Myne's true identity, Alex watched the sixty-year-old grandpa devour a mountainous quantity of food without a single chew as if his stomach were a bottomless pit and was left shocked by the words. Even in his prime, Alex couldn't manage such a feat, regardless of hunger or fatigue.

But looking at the big-shot grandpa in front of him, Alex had to admit that although he couldn't sense his strength, the other party was undoubtedly a powerful person he couldn't dare to mess with. Ohh, and of course, the gluttonous display added another layer to the equation as well.

With a helpless sigh, Alex picked up the coin pouch. Ten platinum coins glinted within, momentarily widening his eyes with delight. He swiftly secured the pouch in his pocket and scurried out of the bar, disappearing from Myne's watchful gaze.

"Hopefully, he doesn't waste too much time, I still have to search for someone," Myne muttered, his voice muffled by two boiled eggs simultaneously stuffed in his mouth. "In the meantime, let's delve into the descriptions of my newly acquired skills. Last night, I was so busy that I completely forgot about them, I didn't even read their name while stealing.

I hope there is something useful that I can use in daily life,"

[ Fortified Fist (Active Skill):

Description: When activated, this skill envelops the user's hand in a shimmering, milky-white bubble of light. This light emanates soothing warmth and radiance. However, within this seemingly fragile light lies an impenetrable defence. The aura solidifies upon impact, rendering the protected area as resilient as iron, and impervious to harm.

Despite the gentle appearance, any strike delivered by the caster's fortified fist carries overwhelming force, equivalent to ten times their usual strength. Thus, even the mightiest of adversaries find themselves astonished by the sheer power behind each punch, unable to withstand the ferocity of the magical enhancement.

Cooldown Time: None ]

[ Support Magic: Serenity Oasis (Active Skill):

Description: With this skill, the caster can create a tranquil sanctuary wherever they go. By channelling magical energy, they conjure an aura of peace and serenity that envelops their surroundings, allowing them to escape the hustle and bustle of everyday life and find solace in a calm and peaceful environment.

Cooldown Time: None ]

[ Velvet Touch (Active Skill):

Description: This spell imbues the caster's hands with velvety softness that enhances their ability to interact with the world around them. Whether caressing a loved one's cheek or handling delicate objects with care, their touch becomes gentle and soothing, leaving a trail of comfort and warmth in their wake.

Cooldown Time: None ]

[ Gastronomic Mastery (Active Skill):

Description: With this skill, the caster can infuse dishes with magical flavours and textures, transforming even the simplest meal into a gourmet delight. Whether adding a hint of exotic spices or imbuing food with velvety smoothness, every bite becomes an exquisite culinary experience. ]

Cooldown Time: None

[ Unique Magic・Sublime Obscurity:

Description: Sublime Obscurity is a skill that cloaks its wielder in an aura of subtle influence, rendering it virtually invisible to the eyes of others. In its initial stages, it manifests as a sense of anonymity, with its bearer often overlooked and underestimated by those around it.

However, when brought to its full potential, Sublime Obscurity allows its wielder to manipulate the fabric of reality itself, bending it to its will without drawing attention to its actions. The caster can move unseen through the world, shaping events from behind the scenes and exerting influence over the course of history without ever revealing their true power.

In the hands of a skilled wielder, Sublime Obscurity becomes a tool of unparalleled manipulation, shaping the destiny of nations with a whisper and a subtle touch.

Cooldown Time: Once A Day.

Special Note: The skill undergoes significant enhancements at every fifth level. ]

"Impossible!" Myne's astonished gasp echoed through the empty bar. "F*ck! Are my eyes deceiving me? Such overpowered skills… can this even be real? How can there be such a perverted skill existing in the world? Manipulating reality, are you f*cking kidding me?"

Disbelief warred with excitement as he scanned the descriptions. Initially, Myne didn't have much hope of getting any useful skills from those low-life kidnappers. After all, why would someone right mind possessing any useful skill want to work as a thug and live in poverty?

Take Myne as an example, just two weeks after Myne gained his skills, he became financially independent and even started preparing to create his own family, directly becoming the winner of life in one fell swoop.

However, when Myne looked at the skill of that little guy whom he framed for fun and formed his own team against him to the point they were willing to kill him, but sadly he had to kill him because they were wasting too much time, never in his wildest dreams did he expect that the other party would have such a godly skill.

"Thankfully, I killed them all. If that boy was given a chance to grow, then undoubtedly, it would only be a matter of time before he had discovered his skill's true potential and became an existence no one could do anything to.

If this skill didn't have this hidden feature of showing its true power only after the caster has a certain amount of strength, I am afraid it wouldn't be easy to deal with him. After all, someone who can rewrite reality, it's really not such a big deal to silently create something dangerous like poison or bomb out of thin air inside my body and kill me before we could even do anything." Enjoy new adventures from empire