I'm Immortal—Having a Few More Skills Is Reasonable, Right?

Ordinary people spend their whole lives perfecting one thing, and that is enough to be called a genius.

But what Chen Luo lacks most is time.

He has lived far too long, and learned far too much.

Criminal investigation, combat, medicine, psychology, finance, gambling, machinery, firearms...

For fields that ordinary people need a lifetime to reach the summit of, for him they are only things he casually learned over a long stretch of years.

What looks like a dead end to others is, in his hands, merely a different way to solve the problem.

At a murder scene, he sees through every flaw at a glance.

At life-and-death moments, he can perform surgery with a single table knife.

At the gambling table, he can calculate the destination of every card.

When those nobles, overlords, and so-called geniuses test his limits again and again, they finally discover—

Chen Luo has no limits at all.

So-called genius is merely the highest imagination of ordinary people toward the unknown.

And Chen Luo has long since become the unknown itself.

So—

"I'm already immortal, so it's reasonable that I know a 'little' about every skill, right?"