CHAPTER 19 — The God of Skill, Part 3
Inside his vast Divine Realm, the boy—now a young divine being—sat lazily on his radiant throne. The throne wasn't just a seat. It pulsed with warm celestial light, resonating with him like it was alive, like it respected him.
He stretched his arm out.
"System… let's continue buying.
All the photography skills."
A soft ding answered. Then the world shook.
PHOTOGRAPHY — PURCHASED
Millions of professional photography skills, from Earth and thousands of parallel universes, slammed into him.
Every angle.
Every lighting technique.
Every perfect-timing instinct.
Every editing sense.
Every composition rule.
Every artistic intuition.
The system enhanced them:
×10,000 quality boost
100% mastery
Merged → Synthesized → Converted into a Unique Supreme Skill
His pupils glowed pure gold as the knowledge settled.
He exhaled softly.
"Good… next."
POSING — PURCHASED
This time, the influx was smoother but much denser.
Every modeling pose.
Every expression control technique.
Every micro-muscle adjustment.
Every charisma projection trick.
Every magazine-cover posture.
Every runway presence principle.
All maxed, merged, synthesized.
A halo of golden dust circled him as his divine body automatically adjusted itself—learning millions of poses instantly.
His beauty sharpened even further, which should've been impossible.
He looked like a living sculpture.
He smirked.
"Now the fashion design."
FASHION DESIGN — PURCHASED
This flood hit harder.
Design theory.
Fabric knowledge.
Runway aesthetics.
Color psychology.
Pattern-making.
High-fashion creation.
Business of luxury brands.
Fantasy-era magical outfitting.
Armor design from thousands of combat worlds.
It all stacked.
It all fused.
A new Supreme Skill formed in him—God-Level Fashion Architect.
He opened his eyes slowly.
"Done."
He rested a moment.
The divine realm was silent.
He tapped the arm of his throne.
"System…"
His voice became calm, serious, deeper.
"Now buy ALL combat styles."
The system froze for a second.
Then—
DING — Universal Combat Database Purchased
And the pain hit.
THE GREATEST POWER-UP OF THE ARC
His body convulsed as data more vast than galaxies poured into him.
Karate. Taekwondo. Muay Thai.
Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu. Boxing. Krav Maga.
Wing Chun. Shaolin Kung Fu. Capoeira.
Savate. Systema. Silat.
Aikido. Judo. Ninjutsu.
Kenjutsu. Spear arts. Archery.
Pressure point systems.
Nerve manipulation combat.
Ancient Greek Pankration.
Roman Gladiator styles.
Zulu spear techniques.
Mongolian wrestling.
Mythical martial arts from worlds with magic.
Divine weapon mastery from celestial realms.
Combat instincts of dragons, elves, and giants.
Assassin techniques from shadow races.
Battle styles created by gods of war.
Every single one.
All at once.
The system amplified them:
×10,000 quality
100% mastery
Merged → Merged → Merged
Until they melted into one monstrous final form:
SUPREME COMBAT TEMPLATE
His muscles rewove themselves.
His bones reinforced to divine metal density.
Instincts sharpened until he could predict movements before they happened.
Every fighting style across existence fused into one terrifyingly efficient divine art.
He screamed—not in fear, but because the power was unreal.
His aura shredded the divine sky for a moment.
Six hours passed like seconds.
Finally…
Silence.
He stood slowly from the throne.
His body glowed faintly with war-god divinity.
"Good," he whispered.
His heartbeat sounded like a calm drum of power.
"Now I'm ready for the next step."