Skill Lender Novels & Stories

So, Skill Exchange was her last option. In Skill Exchange, some of the students are paired up after the greenlight from Ms. Perfect. They teach each other whatever unique skill or knowledge they have to offer: needlework and nail art, painting and motorcycle mechanics (minus the actual motorcycle, which could be used as a getaway vehicle) and, in Nathan’s and Kate’s case, Korean and English.

[Sign This] "A contract?" [Yup] "Can i read it first?" [Sure] When i read the contract detail, i got goosebump. My body shivering can't stop. I then ask. "Are everything is real?" [Yup it real] With a renewed vigor i then try to negotiate about something. "Can i got a cheat?" [Nope] "At this skill slot is writen that i can get some free skill or i can say a cheat" [What did you say? Let me check it]

“Yup! I noticed this iron fact yesterday, that all nine of you, wait, no, there’s another beauty. All ten of you are strong combatants and your fighting prowess are incomparable! It’s really rare to have ten lovely masters of fighting… How wonderful!” Kelly said it with a broad mischievous grin on his face, as though he was a greedy moneylender. An obvious irritation washed over Orchid’s face, she barked impatiently. “Stop talking bullsh*t! If you have something to say, just spit it out! Don’t tell me you came here all the way just to praise us!” “What a clever girl! And yes, I came here for an important business. I got to know that your salary is only twenty thousand bucks per month, which

The Skill description was brief: [RECLAIM: Restore System-linked infrastructure at accelerated rate. Effectiveness scales with infrastructure complexity and available resources. Cooldown: Variable based on restoration scope.] Kael did not test this immediately. Active Skills with variable cooldowns needed to be used carefully, and testing without clear purpose would waste an opportunity to observe its function in useful context. He filed the Skill information and prepared for the day's work. The village was waking. Residents emerging from shelters, beginning morning routines, moving toward work assignments that had been established over the past month.

"Taylor, don't say that. This industry isn't very big. If you don't cooperate, and your next employer asks why you left during a background check, we'll simply tell them you were laid off because your skills weren't a good fit for the position. That won't help your job search." It was an obvious threat. I laughed in disbelief and closed the agreement. "Fine. I'll sign." Lorraine immediately handed me a pen. After signing, I stood up and asked, "Are you sure the AI has learned everything I know?" She smiled confidently. "Of course. It has mastered 100% of your skills." Hearing that, I finally felt at ease. Long before this day came, I had already hidden a little surprise inside the code to ke

Alex asked about the Skills. "The system gives skills to you as a reward. Present you have 'love charm' skill as a bonus," Sara answered.

Sage inquired. Fennick bowed his head, "Thank you for giving me the opportunity," he said. "There are three types of combat skills which are the standard, premium, and golden skills. It's a newly created skill that's why the pack had not heard of it before. Also, I try to introduce it to the pack through the leader of the pack fighters. I have learned all skills but I am good with the golden skills because I have learned the highest skill in it," Fennick relayed and Sage continued to confirm his word with a nod of his head.

Zikk declared, setting the tone for a comprehensive and disciplined training regimen for the knights under his guidance. Zikk delved into the specifics of the foundation skills, emphasizing their significance. One such skill he highlighted was "Warrior's Will" (Rare-rank): "The longer you fight, the lesser stamina and aura you consume." This was just one of the six foundational skills that every knight would acquire upon awakening the knight class.

“Prove it.” Skylar looked down at the blade, running her fingers along the edge as if testing its sharpness. Then she turned her gaze back to me. “On who?” she asked. I raised a brow. She wasn’t even hesitating. I stepped closer, lowering my voice. “Me.” Her fingers tightened around the handle, but she didn’t back down. “Is this a test?” she asked. “Call it whatever you want,” I said. “You say you’re skilled. So show me.”