Ethan left the ramen shop in a quiet daze, his fingers twitching at his sides. The sensation was still fresh—the sudden, unnatural knowledge of cooking techniques filling his brain like a downloaded memory. It wasn't just theoretical.
If he had the tools, he knew he could cook.
The realization sent a thrill through him.
This wasn't just about copying skills. This was about becoming something more.
But there was still one question lingering in his mind.
"Does the System have a limit?"
He needed to know. How much could he take?
Ethan's eyes scanned the street, looking for a challenge. Something harder than mopping a floor or boiling noodles. Something that required real talent, real skill.
Then he saw them.
A group of young men gathered near a basketball court, their laughter and competitive energy filling the air. One of them—tall, lean, and confident—dribbled the ball effortlessly between his legs before launching into a perfect fadeaway shot. The ball soared through the air and—swish!—straight through the hoop.
Ethan's heart raced.
This was it.
He stepped closer, standing at the edge of the court, pretending to check his phone while keeping his eyes locked on the player.
The guy moved smoothly, controlling the ball with ease, his movements flowing naturally. He wasn't just playing—he had mastered the sport.
Then, it happened.
[NEW SKILL DETECTED: BASKETBALL HANDLING & SHOOTING (INTERMEDIATE). COPY?]
His pulse quickened.
"Yes."
[SKILL COPIED. INTEGRATING… COMPLETE.]
Ethan gasped as the rush hit him harder than before. His muscles tingled, a strange sensation spreading through his limbs. Suddenly, he understood basketball—how to hold the ball, how to dribble, the right angle to shoot.
The knowledge felt natural, like he had been practicing for years.
He swallowed hard. No way.
Ethan glanced down at his hands, his fingers itching to move. The guys on the court were still playing, unaware of what had just happened.
He needed to test this.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward.
"Hey," he called out.
The players turned to him, raising their eyebrows.
"You play?" one of them asked.
Ethan hesitated for only a second. He had never been good at basketball. Always the guy who missed easy shots, always picked last in gym class. But now…
Now, he knew he could play.
"Yeah," Ethan said, stepping onto the court. "Let me take a shot."
The guy tossed him the ball, and as soon as it landed in Ethan's hands, something clicked.
It felt right.
He took a step back, lined up the shot, and—without thinking—his body moved on its own.
The ball soared through the air.
Swish.
Nothing but net.
The group of players went silent for a second. Then—
"Damn, nice shot!"
Ethan exhaled, his heart pounding.
It worked.
It really worked.
A slow grin spread across his face.
This was just the beginning.
End of Chapter 5