"Do you want to learn the Impermanence Skill?"
— "Nonsense, of course I do."
Would anyone complain about having too many skills?
Three years ago, he had shamelessly begged a knight, pestering the renowned Impermanence Law Enforcer to teach him just the basics. And now, after all the trouble he had gone to, the response he had received was the one he just uttered.
"… I used to hear that Superpower Users couldn't learn the Impermanence Skill."
At the time, he could never have imagined inheriting the other's powers, nor could he have guessed that the knight's nearly omnipotent abilities would turn into a white substance in his hands.
It had deteriorated, weakened, more akin to a shameless imitation than a proof of inheritance.
This power was never meant for him. Each time he thought of this, the Superpower User felt utterly discomfited.
Yan Qi raised his hand and pointed at the young man's chest.