12 Skills

Sitting down in an eastern-European manner with my legs crossing with each other, I cleaned my mind from all the useless thoughts and focused on the current task. This was one of the methods that allowed me to keep up with the pressure back on earth. After all, the rate at which my position grew wasn't suited to how my mentality did, forcing me to find another way to keep up.

The skills…

*Skill shop open*

*Pick the category: Social, Objective, Creative*

As soon as the clear thought of wishing to solve this quandary appeared in my mind, the system reacted to it. Taking the current progress for a good sign, I started with the first option from the list.

*Social Skills shop*

*Can pick one*

*Atmosphere cleaning, opinion cleaning, trauma cleaning, misunderstanding cleaning…*

The list that instantly appeared in front of my eyes was so extensive, that I had no other choice but praise whoever came up with it. So many ways to somehow connect the word of cleaning and something that could be connected to social interactions… The hard work that someone had to put in, for the system to work like that was alone something impressive, once again reinforcing my idea of allowing the system tasks to guide me for now.

"I think… Welp, there is nothing wrong with making a bet."

Shaking my arms, I momentarily broke my absolute focus, only to quickly reaffirm myself and make my decision. Instantly following my line of thoughts, the words highlighting one of the options lit up, while all its neighbours vanished.

Soon, all three aspects of mine got enhanced by adding a skill to it, that could quickly either prove to be insanely useful or end up being trash. Out of the three options, I went with only a single safe choice that could hardly mean anything different from what I had in mind.

"Trauma cleaning…"

Spelling the name of the riskiest bet I made, I could feel the same, heavy energy that proved to be so hard and painful to interact with, suddenly started to move on its own. My entire body got hot as if every single cell of mine was suddenly nourished with the highest type and form of energy.

And then, the entirety of this feeling gathered on top of my hand.

Opening my eyes, I turned my pupils in the obvious direction, curious whether this ability of mine would appear in the real-life as well. And to my surprise, I could actually see a diffusing orb of golden light wrapped around my hand!

"I wonder…"

Strangely enough, the feeling of my body reinvigorating thanks to the influx of energy made me realise one point. Just like I didn't know the past of this body, so did I know nothing about all the potential traumas it had before I took it over!

That was the essence of my bet with this skill. From one side, trauma cleaning could mean being able to help someone who was traumatised, but if we were to go with the eastern nomenclature, then it had a way more important meaning. In the eastern fantasy, if one's mistake left a mark, a hindrance on one's body, it also bore the name of the trauma!

This was one of the common tropes in the realities that were insanely similar to what I read in those trashy cultivation novels. A powerful main character helping others to heal their past wounds and current scars, enabling them to achieve greater heights. And now, I could test whether my bet has paid off, or if it would fall short of my expectations.

Slap.

Pushing my glowing hand right against my chest, I could feel something as if the feeling from before got concentrated, rushing to every single part of my body. Once my entire flesh was permeated with this strange force, I could feel a huge ball of heat sprouting up in my chest, exactly where I slapped my hand against it.

Second by second, it continued to grow, spreading through more and more of my body. At first, it seemed to be a bit painful, as if something was forcefully removed from my flesh, but that strange feeling of emptiness was quickly filled with a fresh energy that seemed to cause explosive growth of all my cells.

By the time this heat reached out my back, half of my chest already felt like some kind of great burden was taken away from it, allowing me to breathe a proper mouthful of air for the very first time since I appeared in this world… no, ever since I was born.

With all the filth of my body being replaced with sheer and living energy, for a moment I found it hard to accustom myself to this new physicality of mine. But a mere moment later, as I wiped my forehead clean from all the sweat that appeared on it, my mentality managed to wrap my newfound force and put it under proper control.

"If I'm capable of doing something like that…"

Moving my eyes down, I stared at the hand that just completely purified my body. The experience of the moment ago was enough to prove that I have won my bet! Even if both of the other skills of mine were to turn completely trash, this ability alone was enough to change my life in the sect!

"Object purifying and blueprint cleaning, huh?"

Unable to contain my words within the confinement of my mind, I started to think about the best potential outcome of those two skills of my choosing. Given how I had to quickly find some way of paying for my own expenses, I picked the abilities suitable for a potential craftsmanship work. If those skills were to work in the way I expected, I could quickly claim the top spot in nearly any given craft I would choose!

Adding the aspect of my for… detergent within my veins, I could also conveniently clean huge surfaces just by dropping a drop of my force on it! Given how many options for potentially developing those three aspects of mine those skills were giving me, I couldn't help but feel excited about the next few days!