Talent Awakening! Every Legendary Summon Grants Me Assassin Attributes-Chapter 29: Getting a sponsor! First Evolution

After the briefing from Black, the group broke off, each of them drifting through the Treasury in search of anything useful... Anything that could give them an edge in the uncertain future that awaited beyond the ruins.

Zack and Yuki moved together, their coordination almost seamless. Thanks to Zack’s peculiar method and Talent, they were able to locate suitable materials far quicker than the others, as if the treasures themselves were calling out to him.

Upon selecting what they needed, the two vanished without hesitation, their figures dissolving as they left the Ruins behind.

Seeing this, Hera wasted no time. Her gaze sharpened as she moved deeper into the golden expanse, eventually finding what called to her which was a sleek set of armor, forged entirely from silver. Its surface gleamed with an almost ethereal sheen, smooth and refined, perfectly suited to her taste. It wasn’t overly extravagant, yet it carried a quiet, undeniable strength.

But before claiming it, she turned to look at Oliver.

He stood some distance away, casually picking up treasures only to drop them moments later, his disinterest painfully obvious. Gold, relics, weapons—none of it seemed to matter to him.

The succubus lingered beside him.

At the sight, something tightened faintly in Hera’s chest a subtle, unfamiliar discomfort, but she quickly pushed it aside, refusing to dwell on it.

"Thank you, Crow."

Oliver turned toward her, silent, his gaze steady as he watched her raise a hand in a small wave.

"I know you wanted to kill Bentley... If only I had fought off the effects of the Dreamless spawn when I met you then..." Her voice wavered slightly, stained with guilt that she could no longer suppress.

Crow remained silent, simply watching her, his expression unreadable beneath the mask.

"I promise I’ll repay you for it. I will help in any way I can." Her tone hardened as she spoke, her usual resolve returning, her posture straightening with determination.

Oliver nodded slowly. ’I like this one,’ he thought, lifting a hand and giving her a casual thumbs-up.

"I look forward to when next we meet."

She gave a firm nod in return, then claimed the silver armor. In the next moment, her form dissolved, vanishing from the suffocating, demonic embrace of the ruins.

Oliver exhaled softly. "It’s a shame."

"What’s a shame?" Black’s voice drifted through the air as she lounged midair, as though reclining on an invisible bed that Oliver couldn’t see.

"That he escaped with a relic. Mind telling me which one?" Oliver asked, his tone calm but probing.

Black shook her head fervently, her expression almost playful. "No... If I ask for the same favor as last time, you’ll just turn me down again."

"You are not having my kids," Oliver replied flatly.

She smiled, amused. "I am quite surprised you came back again. It’s rare to see people who get her lives."

"The scales have really favored you."

Oliver sighed. "Yes... so can I get any relic that can match it? I think I’m in a bad relationship with the scale right now."

Black shook her head, a mischievous grin spreading across her face. "You killed Bentley right here," she said, pointing toward the peak of a massive mound of gold. "That’s where you found the Scales. That was when your life changed... I remember it like it was yesterday." She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly. "Hmm... my little man."

Oliver’s gaze followed her gesture, locking onto the top of the mound. "The scale doesn’t interest me anymore."

"Then what does?" Black asked, curiosity flickering in her tone.

"You." He met her gaze directly. "Can I make you my own relic?"

For a brief moment, Black was genuinely taken aback. "My dear... I am bound to this place for all of eternity. I can’t leave here, even if it comes as a request from someone as handsome as you... my man."

Oliver nodded. "I’m well aware of that. However, I want it the other way around. There’s a limit to what you can do—I know that. I also know you can leave this place for at most five minutes. And if you were my relic, I could form a contract to come here instead." His voice remained steady, calculated. "That would be useful... especially for escaping life-threatening situations both physical and mental."

Black stared at him, genuinely amazed. The depth of his knowledge was unsettling. ’What kind of life did he live before his first death...?’ she wondered silently.

"I see then."

Slowly, she extended her hand toward him, a silent, binding invitation. A contract.

Oliver didn’t hesitate. He reached out and took her hand.

The moment their palms met—

[You have killed a succubus]

She grinned, her eyes glinting with something deeper. "You have what you want." 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

Oliver nodded, understanding instantly. This was a higher skill, something only powerful beings possessed—

Death for another.

Which was a skill that allowed, An immortal to sever their own existence... only to be reborn, tethered to another.

She had died and resurrected, bound to him.

Oliver’s body began to break apart into fragments of glowing digital light, scattering slowly into the air.

The succubus watched, a faint, knowing smile forming on her lips.

"I’ll keep an eye on you from now on, Olly."

As Oliver faded from the ruins, a smile crept across his face beneath the mask.

"Finally."

[You have leveled up]

[You have reached Level 10]

[First Evolution Acquired]

[Reach the next layer of Your Talent with Evolution]