Talent Awakening! Every Legendary Summon Grants Me Assassin Attributes-Chapter 58: What Might That Be! Not Playing Villain

"What the hell is going on?" Oliver asked through gritted teeth as Eva’s grasp around his neck began to tighten ferociously, her fingers digging into his skin like iron claws.

She only groaned, her face growing even more determined to strangle him to death. Her eyes told a story of pain, sadness. Yet an unshakable resolve to kill him.

And after a few seconds, she spoke.

"Don’t act all stupid! Like you don’t know?"

Oliver raised his hands to her wrists, trying to pry them off, his fingers trembling from weakness, but to no avail. He was too injured, too drained from his final battle. His strength had abandoned him when he needed it most.

"I... don’t... know..." Oliver struggled to mutter as the air rapidly fled his lungs, his voice cracking under the pressure.

"I can read your thoughts! When I healed you the first and second time. I could read your thoughts!" she shouted, her eyes forming tears. Her head jerked back violently before snapping forward again, her glare now even more vicious, almost unrecognizable.

"How could you have such dark... demonic thoughts? To kill my sisters, to kill endless numbers of people, your best friend, your girlfriend! How can someone have a mind that only thinks of power... and killing?"

She tightened her grasp even more on Oliver’s neck, causing him to strain violently, his face already turning blue, veins bulging as he fought for breath.

This was a new development for him. He had never guessed Eva could read minds. Even in his first life, she had never shown any sign of such an ability.

She hesitated for a moment, her hands loosening just slightly, just for a fleeting second, before tightening again, harsher than before.

"Someone like you... is better off dead."

Oliver, knowing this was the breaking point—the moment she would shatter his windpipe and snap his neck. He raised a weak hand in haste, gesturing for her to give him a moment to speak.

At this, Eva gritted her teeth and then... she loosened her hold slightly, though she still kept him in a firm chokehold, her fingers poised to crush at any second.

The first thing Oliver did was draw in a long, desperate breath of air, his chest rising in heavy, uneven heaves as he struggled to stabilize himself.

"Speak," Eva said bluntly.

Oliver let his lips curl slightly, despite the situation.

"Well... I cannot defend the evil part one bit. You are right, Eva Montclair—’all I think about is death, power, and revenge.’ But mind you... I do not act without a very profound reason. That would be cruel of me."

"Bullshit!" she snarled, pressing his neck slightly harder in threat, her fingers tightening just enough to remind him how close he was to death.

Oliver gurgled, his eyes twitching in desperation.

"But... I didn’t kill you... did I? I did not even lay a finger on you or your sisters. Why are you so bothered by what I think about? I could have easily killed the three of you back at the campfire... and I didn’t. Why do you think so?"

"Shut up!" she shouted, tightening her grasp again, cutting off his air. "Just shut up! You are insane. How can you even imagine... imagine me loving you?"

Oliver’s gaze lit up slightly at those words.

"Loving someone as evil as you."

Oliver raised a hand once again. But this time, she ignored him completely, her focus locked on her own fury.

Then Oliver began to summon the Dark Crow.

But before he could—

A knife materialized in her other hand, its cold edge pressing dangerously close to Oliver’s throat, biting into his skin just enough for a thin line of red blood to trickle down.

"If you summon your beast, you will die immediately," she said, her voice low, steady, and filled with ferocity.

This was truly a tight situation for Oliver. Unable to defend himself due to his broken body, and unable to call upon his summon without risking having his throat slit open instantly.

"I’m sorry, but... I don’t have a choice. An evil person like you needs to be stopped," she said, her resolve hardening as she prepared to end it.

She pressed down on Oliver’s neck with a final, decisive force, to shatter it and all of a sudden—

[Decoy deactivated]

In a brief, stunning moment, Eva’s hands fell limply to the ground. Her eyes bulged in their sockets as she stared down—

At nothing.

Oliver was gone.

She was bewildered at first, her mind scrambling around, until she heard a yawn behind her.

Eva turned around quickly, her heart skipping violently as what she saw next stunned her completely.

"If you wanted to play hero, you could have just asked," Oliver said casually, crouched just past the fire. His body was hunched slightly, but steady.

And in front of him was the true horror of the scene—

Sasha, sleeping soundly, her body limp... with Racell held tightly against her throat, the cold edge of Oliver’s dagger resting dangerously against her skin.

"How..." Eva’s voice trembled, shaky and laced with fear.

Oliver simply smiled.

"I am no fool. And unlike you, who plays hero... I certainly don’t play villain."

Eva gritted her teeth and yelled, her voice breaking with emotion, "Get away from my sisters!"

She tried to rush forward, but the moment she moved.

Oliver’s dagger pressed even closer to Sasha’s throat, the skin dimpling slightly under its deadly edge.

"A scratch from my dagger would kill her in seconds," he warned calmly. "And I suppose, you somehow drugged your sisters so you could kill me without having to argue with them, how considerate. Your care for others... will always be your downfall."

Eva’s expression darkened, her face tightening with helpless fury.

"What the hell do you want from me?"

Oliver tilted his head slightly, his smile faint but cold.

"Just two things... for the lives of both your sisters."

Eva bit her lip, her voice low and tense.

"And what might that be?"