FoolishMe

"Let's see what my ability is.....huh!"

[Ding...]

[Congratulations!..You have acquired«Infinite Adaptation(SSS)»]

[Congratulations!.. You have acquired«Telekinetic Control»]

Anything that does not kill me makes me stronger.

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I was an orphan. I didn’t know why, though. "Surely, my parents must’ve left as soon as I was born,"

Thankfully, the orphanage I grew up in supported me through my school years. After that, I was on my own. It wasn’t an ideal life, but it wasn’t terrible either. I had my own ways to cope. When someone bullied me at school, I had novels. When they made fun of me, I had mangas. What could a scrawny, malnourished boy like me even do?

When I grew up, I got a simple job, living the life of an ordinary background character.

Then, some damn robber decided to shoot me. Funny enough, I couldn’t be more thankful to him.

Somehow, I reincarnated into a modern fantasy world. As someone who had read plenty of novels, I was sure I’d awaken a powerful skill, so I used the awakening stone. Soon, I realized I wasn’t the only overpowered person—there were others like me as well.

While I hunted monsters, made good connections, and conquered dungeons, the "Tower of Trials" suddenly manifested, bringing about the second apocalypse.

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Infinite Adaptation in the Apocalypse

"Ah, my bad. Allow me to introduce you," Mr.T'Zaero said, gesturing toward a man seated next to him. "This is Eryon Vale, the guest I mentioned to Eirin."

His gaze then shifted to Eirin, who was standing beside me with a curious expression, looking around as if searching for something.

Noticing our eyes on him, Eirin turned his attention to Mr.T'Zaero.

"Good morning, Mr.T'Zaero. And I see you have some company with you," Eirin said, glancing at the elderly man beside us.

"He must be the International Hunter's Association's exclusive blacksmith," Eirin said, slightly bowing in respect.

"Well, I am an exclusive blacksmith for the Hunters Association, but not for the International Hunters Association," Mr. Eryon replied in a calm and polite tone, with a smile.

"If you don't mind me asking, may I inquire about something?" I asked Mr.T'Zaero, giving the old man a curious glance.

Sparring is "?"