The ring absorbed more power and stabilized. It jumped two stages in one go.
As soon as it settled, flashes of information sunk into his head—the first ability had awakened.
Whisper of Spite.
As the name implied, it let him sense negative thoughts—hate, bitterness, little grudges.
Normally, a skill like that would be useless. Who cared what people thought?
But this one rewarded him for it.
The more they hated him, the stronger he got.
Perfect for someone who never knew when to shut up.
'No wonder Grandpa gave me this thing. Fits his psycho personality, '
He paused.
Yeah… his personality was pretty messed up too.
So, like a good grandson, he just blamed the bloodline.
The next skill was called Scent of Fear.
It let him sense fear—and just like the last one, it came with a bonus.
But instead of giving him a boost like Whisper of Spite, this one let him store that fear.
Bottle it up. Then turn it into an attack strong enough to make even the bravest man flinch.
