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

"Shall we begin?" Zephyr said with a smirk that sent a chill down my spine. That smirk wasn't a bluff it spelled trouble.

As the words left his lips, an overwhelming torrent of mana surged from him, far surpassing anything he'd shown before. The sheer magnitude of it forced me to brace myself, knowing an attack was imminent.

One moment, Zephyr was a good distance away. The next, he was right in front of me, his fist drawn back.

"That's going to hurt," I thought as his punch slammed into my chest, hurling me back into the wall with a deafening crack.

"Damn it! Damn it! Was he holding back earlier?" The thought echoed in my mind as waves of pain coursed through me, though my bones, miraculously, remained intact.

"That wasn't even half of my power," Zephyr remarked casually, settling back into his stance. "Brace yourself, and don't blame me when I give you the PTSD of your life."

Sparring is Beating