He looked at the screen again, wondering if this was actually his superpower.
But his scientific mind refused to accept it.
'Should I run an experiment?'
In science, nothing was truly proven—only supported until evidence said otherwise.
So, the truth he knew now didn't mean it would be the truth forever.
People once believed the planet was flat and that the sun and moon revolved around them.
'But how?' He narrowed his eyes, deep in thought.
Then it hit him—the skills.
If he activated one and it worked, that would be proof. But there was a problem: the placebo effect.
For example.
If he had a Berserk skill and suddenly felt a surge of rage, it could just be his mind playing tricks on him. He needed something undeniable.
A skill with an effect so extreme that there would be no room for doubt.
'Right now, all I have are One Minute Wonder and Good Shit, and I don't even know how to use them.'
