Me and My Overpowered Abilities

"Mr. Adam, welcome back. I've completed everything you requested," Sam greeted me warmly as I stepped into the bank.

He handed me a folder containing all the information about my accounts, including the login credentials for the mobile banking app.

"In total, you're now worth over $4 million," Sam said proudly once we were seated in a private room. He showed me my account balance on a monitor.

I studied the numbers. The monster cores I had provided him were worth $5 million before taxes. The government had, of course, taken their cut, reducing the total.

"I need more money," I said lightly, leaning back in my chair. "Find me dungeons to claim. I'll clear them out."

Sam nodded quickly. "Understood."

The value of each dungeon was astronomical—$10 million or more. Claiming one didn't cost nearly as much, though. Since the land and resources technically belonged to the U.S. government, they set the prices for F-grade dungeons anywhere from $500,000 to $2 million, depending on their location and accessibility.

It was a blatant cash grab. The government not only made people pay to claim dungeons, but they also taxed the earnings from cleared dungeons and demanded a cut of the rewards obtained inside.

Of course, Adam could have gone about things in a more secretive way, but he didn't want to draw unnecessary attention. Jenny already knew about his strength, and it was likely the government had some inkling of his capabilities as well. What difference would it make if he cleared dungeons openly, following the law and doing everything above board?

"Already figured you'd say that," Sam said with a small smile, handing Adam a neatly compiled list. "These are the dungeons with the most profit potential for you to clear."

Adam skimmed through the list, his sharp eyes quickly assessing each option. After a moment, he nodded.

"Buy six of them."

Sam nodded in acknowledgment and immediately got to work. Although some of the dungeons on the list had already been claimed, he secured those that were still available and profitable.

In total, Adam spent nearly all of the money he had just made. But it didn't matter. Once the transactions were complete, Sam handed him the codes to each dungeon, and they set out.

Sam drove as Adam planned his route.

There was a 10-hour time window to claim a dungeon after it appeared. If there is no owner within that period, the government would intervene to prevent an outbreak. The dungeons Adam had just purchased had at least 14 hours left before their time ran out, and an outbreak happened, more than enough.

With the codes in hand and the timing working in his favor, Adam was confident he could drive to each dungeon and handle them all in succession.

It didn't take long for us to arrive at the first dungeon. As I stepped out of the car, I calmly lit a cigarette, my eyes flickering to the police officers stationed around the dungeon entrance. The portal shimmered with a bright green glow, its otherworldly presence drawing the attention of everyone nearby.

"Are you the one who just claimed this dungeon?" one of the officers asked, stepping forward to block my path.

"Yes," I replied lightly. "The pin is 89233."

I handed over my ID, and the officer nodded as he checked the information against his records.

"Job class?" he asked, glancing behind me. His brow furrowed slightly when he noticed I didn't have a team, only Sam standing awkwardly a few steps back. "And are you going in with just him?"

"My job class is called Illusionary Moon," I said, exhaling a puff of smoke. "It's an illusion-type class. Strong enough to let me clear this dungeon solo. I'm level 16, by the way."

Both officers stiffened, exchanging a quick glance. My words clearly caught them off guard.

An F-rank dungeon boss was typically at level 15. With my level and capabilities, I was more than capable of handling the dungeon alone.

They nodded, their expressions shifting to one of cautious respect. After finishing with me, they turned to Sam.

"And you?" the officer asked, directing his attention to him.

Sam hesitated, clearly unprepared for this. He wasn't planning on entering the Dungeon. He quickly handed over his ID and answered their questions, though his nervousness was obvious.

After recording his information, the officers stepped aside and allowed us through.

As we passed through the portal, the glowing light-blue entrance dimmed, shifting to a darker tint. This signaled that the dungeon was now sealed, no one could enter, only exit.

"A cave-type dungeon," Sam muttered, glancing around the tunnel we found ourselves in. Behind us, the portal glowed faintly, its light casting eerie shadows on the walls.

"Are we going to mine the mana crystals?" he asked, his gaze fixed on the glowing blue crystals embedded in the cavern walls.

I ignored him, my attention focused on the tunnel ahead. The faint sound of scurrying grew louder, and soon a sea of giant rats appeared, their sharp claws and teeth gleaming in the dim light.

Sam froze, his face pale as a chill ran down his spine. He instinctively stepped back, ready to flee.

But instead of attacking us, the rats rushed to the mana crystals, clawing and gnawing at them with remarkable speed.

"What the...?" Sam whispered, his fear replaced by stunned confusion as the rats worked diligently to mine the mana crystals.

The creatures collected the crystals and brought them before us, forming an impressive pile. Then they scurried off to gather more.

In no time, the dungeon's mana crystal reserves were completely mined. The pile before us was worth over $6 million.

When their work was done, the rats began killing themselves, their lifeless bodies collapsing to the floor. From the thousands of rats, only about 280 dropped monster cores, their faintly glowing forms scattered among the remains.

Sam's jaw dropped. "That's over $4 million in cores..." he said in disbelief, his voice barely above a whisper.

With the lesser monsters cleared, the next phase of the dungeon began. A low rumble echoed through the cavern as the sub-bosses and the dungeon boss emerged.

Four towering creatures appeared, their combined roars shaking the walls. They charged toward us with terrifying speed, but as they approached, they stopped abruptly.

To Sam's shock, the monsters didn't attack. Instead, they stood still, as if awaiting orders.

"Go ahead," I said casually, gesturing toward the creatures. "They're yours."

Sam hesitated, but after a moment, he stepped forward, weapon in hand. With trembling determination, he struck down each monster, gaining the XP needed to level up.

When the fight was over, four massive cores hovered toward me, their radiant glow lighting up the cavern. The dungeon boss core alone was worth $100,000, while the three sub-boss cores were worth $75,000 each—a total of $325,000.

Counting everything, we made $12 million from the dungeon.

I had to act quickly—once all the dungeon monsters were killed, we would be automatically ejected. To ensure we didn't lose anything, I held onto our gains, transporting everything out of the dungeon before we were kicked out.

When we finally stepped through the portal, the two guards stationed at the dungeon entrance were visibly stunned.

How could they not be? Over $12 million worth of items suddenly appeared before their eyes.

The guards quickly sprang into action, taking pictures and recording statements to document everything. After all, the government wasn't fond of being robbed—they preferred to do the robbing themselves.

Once everything was recorded and approved, we were allowed to load our haul into Sam's car.

Of course, there was one problem: Sam's car wasn't nearly large enough to hold everything.

"I've got this!" Sam said eagerly, his fingers tapping away at his system interface. After a moment, he smiled triumphantly. "I just learned a new skill, (Storage)."

The (Storage) skill allowed him to store wealth and items in a personal dimensional space and retrieve them whenever he needed. While it had a storage limit, it was more than enough for now.

With his new skill, we quickly packed up everything, combining the car's storage capacity with Sam's personal space. It didn't take long to secure the entire haul.

"I'll upgrade that skill of yours," I said casually as we drove away from the dungeon.

Sam blinked, confused, but before he could say anything, a notification from his system popped up. His eyes widened in shock as he read the message:

{Skill Mastery Achieved: (Storage) is now maxed out. Capacity increased to 1 trillion dollars' worth of goods.}

"I... I thought your job class was of the illusion type?" Sam stammered, his shock evident.

"Don't ask questions you don't need the answers to," I said coldly, my tone enough to send a chill down his spine.

Sam clamped his mouth shut, not daring to say another word.

How was I able to affect Sam's skills? Simple. With Medaka's Talent and Anos's IQ, hacking the system was child's play. Figuring out the requirements for job classes, skill mastery, and other so-called "limitations" came naturally to me. I could create any skill or technique I thought of in an instant.

If I wanted, I could have created my own Storage skill or technique. Hell, I could've just thrown the mana crystals and monster cores into the Gate of Babylon and called it a day.

But that wasn't the point.

I wanted Sam to take action, to establish himself. Drawing too much attention to myself would only complicate things in the long run.

The rest of the day flew by as we hit up the remaining dungeons. Most of the time was spent traveling between them, but in just four hours, we cleared everything on our list.

By the end of it, I had made over $60 million, even after accounting for the government's cut.

Most of that money was reinvested immediately, as Sam claimed additional dungeons for the next day's work. With more time to plan, he was able to prioritize dungeons that were closer together, maximizing efficiency for tomorrow.

That was the last time I planned to personally act. From now on, I'd create a clone to handle the dungeon clearing while I focused on other matters.

After the day's dungeon run, I found myself sitting in a dimly lit bar, a shot glass in hand.

I'm going to be a father… a father.

The thought looped in my mind as I stared blankly at the table. I pictured it—a baby boy calling me "Dad." Me, of all people. The idea felt surreal, almost absurd.

But my thoughts couldn't help wandering further into the future. What about the rebellious phase? The slammed doors, the shouting, the arguments I didn't want to deal with? I grimaced at the thought.

Then another idea struck me. If I had five children, I could perform the Super Saiyan God ritual. A ridiculous thought, but a thought nonetheless. Of course, I'd have to make sure all those children were righteous. That would take work, discipline, and patience—all things I wasn't sure I had in me.

Still, I couldn't deny there was something… special about the idea of holding a miniature version of myself in my arms. Teaching them about the world, guiding them through life—it had its appeal.

But that wasn't what I wanted. What I wanted was to be alone. Yet, despite everything, one thing was clear to me. I didn't want my child to feel abandoned like I was. Unwanted or not, this was my mistake, and I planned to do my part.

"Hey there," a middle-aged woman said, sliding onto the barstool next to me. Her tone was warm, and she offered a charming smile as she faced me.

"No," I said flatly, my voice cold and unwavering. Her smile faltered, clearly caught off guard, but I didn't care.

The last thing I needed was two women running around with my child. Blessing was already enough to deal with, though at least she had been decent enough to let me take my time with this whole situation. If she hadn't, I might've... no, I would have done something extreme.