I CAN UPGRADE MY TALENT IN EVERYTHING

And then there was Sofia, the love of his life, whose presence had illuminated his world with love and tenderness. Her radiant smile and gentle touch had the power to melt away his worries and fears. Fein's heart ached with longing as he imagined her, wondering how she was coping in his absence. He yearned to hold her in his arms, to feel the warmth of her embrace and reassure her of his unwavering love.

'I hope she doesn't ignore me' Fein thought with guilt as he remembered Sofia. The god thing is, he bid goodbye to Sofia before he left. 'How about my sister? Damn it, she was now growing without my presence.'

Fey, his spirited and fiercely protective sister, flashed across his mind. Her mischievous grin and unwavering support were etched deeply in his memory. He wondered how she had been faring, what adventures she had embarked upon in his absence. Fein longed to hear her laughter once more, to engage in their playful banter and feel the bond of siblinghood that had been forged through years of shared experiences.

A wave of nostalgia washed over Fein as he journeyed onward, his thoughts consumed by the vivid images of his loved ones. The anticipation of their reunion brought a spark of joy to his eyes, a hint of a smile playing at the corners of his lips. He knew that they were the pillars of strength that would guide him through the challenges that lay ahead.

With every passing moment, his heart grew more eager to be reunited with his family, to embrace them and share the stories of his trials and triumphs. Fein's pace quickened, his anticipation driving him forward, fueled by the love that bound them together.

As the cities passed by, each step brought him closer to the moment when he would see their faces once more. The questions swirled in his mind, the excitement building with each passing mile. How were they doing? What had transpired in his absence? Fein's thoughts were filled with a blend of curiosity, hope, and an overwhelming love for the family he cherished above all else.

Yes, Fein's every step can now cover hundreds of kilometers, crossed seas, mountains, and countries without much every. His every step was infused with the law of space. This is a convenient magic spell that Imeng have taught him called 'Space Walk'!

After traveling through two hundred cities, Fein's weariness began to catch up with him as nightfall descended. Seeking respite, he made his way to a humble inn nestled amidst the bustling streets. The inn's exterior was adorned with a weathered wooden sign, creaking slightly in the gentle breeze. Stepping through the entrance, Fein was greeted by the soft glow of candlelight that illuminated the cozy reception area.

The receptionist, a middle-aged man with a perpetual air of gloominess, greeted Fein with a weary smile.

"In this humble inn, where dreams come to rest,

A weary traveler seeks solace and zest.

With rooms so grand, fit for kings and queens,

I, the humble receptionist, dwell in the scenes."

Fein couldn't help but chuckle at the receptionist's poetic words, instantly feeling at ease in the presence of this eccentric character. Their eyes met, and without a word, they shared a tacit understanding, acknowledging the curious sounds emanating from the adjacent room.

The receptionist motioned Fein to follow, leading him down a dimly lit corridor adorned with tapestries that told tales of bygone eras. Each step echoed softly against the polished wooden floor as they made their way to room 12, a luxurious haven fit for royalty. The door swung open with a gentle creak, revealing a spacious chamber adorned with lavish furnishings, plush bedding, and an ornate chandelier that bathed the room in a warm, golden glow.

Fein's fatigue seemed to melt away in the embrace of the opulent surroundings. His eyes widened in appreciation as he took in the intricate details of the room, from the intricately carved wooden furniture to the sumptuous silk draperies that framed the large window overlooking the moonlit cityscape.

As they stood in the opulence of room 12, a muffled slapping sound resonated from the adjacent room, causing both Fein and the receptionist to exchange a knowing glance. Their eyebrows raised in unison, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and amusement. It seemed that the inn harbored its fair share of secrets and peculiarities.

Without uttering a word, the receptionist offered a wry smile, as if silently conveying that the mysteries of the inn were best left to the imagination. Fein, too intrigued to resist, reciprocated the smile, his eyes gleaming... Whatever transpired in room 11 remained made him feel the freshness of human world again.

With a nod of gratitude, Fein bid the receptionist farewell, closing the door to his sanctuary for the night. As he settled into the plush comforts of the bed, the distant sounds of the city and the rhythmic slapping from room 11 served quite a distraction. 𝐟𝘳ℯ𝚎𝘄𝒆𝑏𝗻𝑜ѵ𝚎l. c𝘰𝑚

Despite the woman's relentless cries for more, Fein managed to doze off, seemingly impervious to the provocative soundtrack that filled the air. His face, initially etched with weariness and dark circles under his eyes, gradually relaxed into an expression of blissful oblivion. It was as if he had found a secret oasis amidst the chaos—a momentary escape from the sultry symphony that played on.

His mind wandered into the realm of dreams, whisking him away to distant lands and fantastical adventures. In this realm of his own creation, the woman's moans faded into the background, reduced to nothing more than a distant echo. Fein's face, once burdened with exhaustion, now bore a contented smile, as if he had found solace in the midst of the carnal chorus that continued unabated.

Meanwhile, the woman's voice echoed through the thin walls, growing louder and more fervent as the night wore on. She pleaded for more, her words dripping with desire, but Fein remained blissfully unaware. His mind had built an impenetrable fortress, shielding him from the explicit soundtrack that permeated the inn.

"Oh yes! Please daddy... Faster! Uhhh..."