Thirty-three skills.
Eren scrolled through the list twice because the first time he didn't believe it. His old skill panel used to fit on one screen with room to spare. Now the thing looked like a phone settings menu with too many options. Half of them he'd never even used before and most of those came from a version of himself that died in a swamp thirty-eight days after being born.
The Clone lived for five weeks and picked up more useful skills than I did in almost six months. That's either impressive or embarrassing and I genuinely don't know which one.
He closed the panel and looked around. The farm was chaotic but in a good way.
