It’s Scary When Things Work Out

Opening the skills panel, there are two new skills.

I wanted to open and look, but the man interrupted me by entering the room holding two weapons: a semi-automatic and an assault rifle. He put them in front of me and started showing me how to handle them again. After some time, he added another skill.

[Gained a new skill (Weapon Knowledge)]

As soon as he finished teaching me the safety measures and instructions, he stepped aside, deliberately avoiding teaching me the shooting pose. Apparently, he wanted payment for that, but I had the upper hand on that one, so I stopped paying attention to him.

As I picked up the semi automatic, I instinctively assumed a comfortable shooting position. I adjusted my sights and grip with ease, showing that I was no longer a beginner. I began firing at the target, taking care to shoot one, two, or three rounds at a time to avoid arousing suspicion.

I deliberately aimed at different spots and paid attention to the experience points popping up after each shot. Before long, my Shooting skill had increased by almost half. It took about 100 shots to reach level 3 of the skill, but the semiautomatic only held 20 rounds. As I continued shooting, I noticed my maneuverability skill had also improved, thanks to my posture.

After a while, I switched to an assault rifle and quickly assumed a proper shooting position. However, halfway through, I made some subtle adjustments to my stance. I rested the butt on my shoulder and held the trigger with one hand while supporting the weapon from below with the other.

I slightly hunched my back and bent my legs, focusing my eyes on the sight. I held my breath and sharply pulled the trigger to aim at a farther target. I fired once, but my skill wasn't enough to hit my mark at medium range; I only hit the side of the target. Undeterred, I continued shooting, firing bullet after bullet until I had shot 15 times.

Realizing that my stance needed improvement if I wanted to hit my mark, I put one knee on the floor and changed my posture from shy to semi-seated. I held the gun firmly and concentrated as much as I could, not letting go of the trigger until all the bullets were gone.

Fierce fire erupted from the muzzle of the assault rifle, and I heard the man's voice from the corner of my ear, but it was too late. A deafening rumble echoed through the room, accompanied by a frantic burst of fire. The ammunition quickly ran out, but my hands were still shaking from the recoil. At that moment, the man's angry voice cut through the chaos.

"Ma'am, that was very stupid of you. You can't use that kind of shooting indoors unless it's necessary." He paused to take a breath and calm himself down. "Your ammo is out. If you don't want to continue, you need to leave." My attitude had clearly changed due to my actions, but I didn't care. It seemed like the action had done more good than harm. I had just wanted to try it out, and as I fired, a message appeared on the screen:

"Shooting skill upgraded to level 3."

Turning my gaze to the distant target, I fired the last few rounds, which still hit pretty well. Tom noticed that not only had my shooting skill increased, but my maneuverability had also improved, almost to another level.

After a quick skills check, I said goodbye to the angry man and left the place. Walking out of the range, not much time had passed, but the weather was a little gloomy. It had already been a pretty good day for harvesting, so we should go back.

I'd like to do more skill-related stuff, but I don't want to leave my sister alone for too long. I can do my own stuff while she's off at school. Today is a day off, but tomorrow morning she has to leave for school. There are lots of things I can try then. Can I get skills from books, like math, chemistry, and physics? Of course, I should also try to learn programming languages.

Learning these skills would help me a lot, considering that this world is clearly a better place to develop. Besides, if I can learn all of this, one of the things I will need is medicine. Who knows when I'll need one of those things?

The more I thought about it, the more excited I felt. Somehow I remembered those geniuses with natural talents. People are so different that some can memorize and absorb everything on the fly, while others are not even close, even if they work hard.

This is called talent. Yes, not infrequently, you can see how talent loses diligence, but chasing diligence for talent is very hard.

Now, because of the skills, I can clearly feel the difference. I now understand what is called a genius. Although it can be called a pseudo-genius because even by indicators, my intelligence is the same as that of most normal people.

I am not different in any way, and this body is all the more weak than my past. But that could be fixed soon. Whether my intelligence would improve if I could absorb knowledge with this skill was also questionable.

Thinking about it, I couldn't imagine what would happen to me if it succeeded. One of the popular things in the past was IQ. However, in this world, there is a certain test that includes various aspects of knowledge, experience, the ability to learn, and the ability to create.

If the panel has 10 points, it represents a normal person. But what happens when it increases to 20 points or more than 30? It's difficult to know for sure without experiencing the difference between 11 and 12. Even though my dexterity skill increased by one point, I didn't feel much of a difference. It's possible that the increase was small or that skills don't work immediately.

As I walked down the street, I looked at the buildings and thought about the various skills I could acquire, such as climbing, parkour, and driving. But how many skills can I learn before my brain becomes overwhelmed? I was already feeling overloaded as I got on the subway.

After 20 minutes, I arrived outside our building. Our neighborhood wasn't very prosperous and quite dangerous, but my two sisters had no choice but to live here since they were born here. It takes money to buy a comfortable apartment in a decent place, and Isabella certainly couldn't afford it, let alone support Eleanor.

Before going upstairs to my house, I went to the store to buy some things.