Talent Awakening! Every Legendary Summon Grants Me Assassin Attributes Chapter 2: Choice of Talent

Oliver got up from his seat as soon as his na was sounded.

He was confident, and that was understandable.

To everyone, he was the scholar, the incredible student about to make his way up to the Awakening Dais to unlock so sort of high-grade Talent.

But to Oliver, he knew all the outcos already. And he was not, by a single inch, fazed by his impending failure.

"Go do your best out there," Trisha encouraged with the fuzziest smile she could muster.

Oliver did not give her expression any recognition. He simply started to make his way toward the Dais, ignoring the many eyes that chose to stare at him.

’I can still rember this mont passing by... it seems like such a long ti ago, when I awakened as a failure,’ Oliver thought, tightening his jaw slightly.

He had awakened in the first tiline with an S-Rank skill. Yes.

But unfortunately, his talent had been Endless Regeneration.

What was the use of soone who could endlessly regenerate? He could still feel pain, and unlike a healer he could not share his regenerative capabilities with anyone else.

After his awakening, Trisha had broken up with him. Soon after, he had lost everything.

’It literally took the of the first tiline three years to recover... and two more to finally find a way to use the Talent to beco one of humanity’s best Talent Awakeners.’

Oliver was certain this ti would be different.

He wouldn’t waste ti.

And he would surely level faster this ti.

Oliver finally reached the Awakening Dais, his eyes scanning the wide stone platform for a mont before he stepped onto it.

It wasn’t a very large platform. With only two steps from Oliver, he was already standing at its center.

While he stood there, the Dais slowly began to glow around him.

Ancient carvings etched into the stone began to shine faintly, thin veins of light travelling through the symbols like flowing mana awakening from a long sleep.

Within Oliver’s mind, sothing else occurred.

In his mind, his consciousness was now floating within an endless expanse of white.

It was normal for people to enter an astral plane during Awakening.

Yet this one felt different to Oliver.

"It’s brighter than I rember..." he muttered softly, scanning the endless white horizon.

DZZZZZZ!

[System rebooting]

[...]

[Welco back Oliver Mori]

[Status: Regressed]

[All stats have been lost]

[All skills have been lost]

[All buffs have been lost]

[Talent has been lost]

Obviously he would lose everything from regressing back in ti.

Still, it was a bit painful to be starting from square one again.

Oliver sighed quietly as new notifications popped before his eyes.

[Awakening...]

[Failed]

[Reawakening]

[You have been blessed by the Scale of Judgent. User Talent choices have all been upgraded]

Oliver’s face grew pale at this—first in shock, and then slowly morphing into excitent.

’The Scale of Judgent Relic... it actually followed through my regression!’ Oliver exclaid within himself.

’This is the relic that made the difference for during the last three years of my first life. The relic that tips the scales of reality into my own favour.’

It was also the very reason for Oliver’s regression.

Still, despite being an extrely rare relic, it was almost impossible to operate or control.

Typically, it only worked when it wanted to.

[Talent Choices]

[Class: Endless Regeneration]

[Rank: SS Rank]

[Talent Type: Special]

[Class: Summoner]

[Rank: SSS Rank]

[Talent Type: Hidden]

Oliver stayed silent as he scanned through the two choices right before him.

The first Talent was his original class; Endless Regeneration.

Picking it would be the safe choice, especially now that it had been upgraded to an SS Rank skill.

He had the experience. He knew the pain. He knew the burden that ca with the skill.

With his current knowledge and techniques, it definitely would not take him more than one year before he began making a real difference.

Though Oliver’s mind slowly drifted to the other option.

The one the Scale of Judgent had added to give him a choice.

"I have never seen an SSS Rank summoner before... but since it’s a hidden class, shouldn’t it be sothing extraordinary?" Oliver whispered to himself.

Still, with his experience dealing with summoners, it was a useless talent—wasted potential, no matter the rank.

Summoners could only summon one creature.

And they were literally defenceless without their summons.

If the summon was killed, even an S-Rank summoner would have to await a cooldown ti of at least three seconds.

"Which is more than enough ti to kill a summoner," Oliver quoted from experience.

So the Summoner Class should have been a clear no for Oliver.

Still... he could not help but entertain his curiosity.

Oliver slowly rubbed his chin, the small strands of beard hair there acting as a strange comfort as he pondered his current situation.

’The Scale brought back... a second chance. No... a better chance.’

’Doesn’t that make it worth the risk of taking a new Class?’

It sounded right—to take up the class given to him by the relic that had saved his life.

Nonetheless, accepting this choice would be the sa as starting from a completely new slate.

It could slow him down in his ascension.

Or perhaps...

Accelerate him even faster than his original class ever could.

It was a big risk.

Maybe even too big.

Especially for a second chance at life.

A chance for revenge.

And power he could not afford to lose.

It took him a while before he finally made his decision.

Back in the real world, the light from the Dais slowly began to fade away, and Oliver’s rank started to take form above him.

Oliver carefully studied the faces in the crowd.

The expressions, whether heavy or light, expected or unexpected.

Every reaction that appeared as his rank was revealed.

In his first life, he had wished so badly to return to this mont.

To see if he could sohow change things.

To see if he could sohow choose a different class.

But standing here now...

All he wanted was to carve the image of their doubtful and terrified stares deep into his mind.

Painting them as the faces of people he would one day prove wrong.

The headmaster sighed painfully, shaking his head in disappointnt.

"How unexpected," he whispered to himself with a blunt tone at Oliver.

A statent everyone heard without fail.

But Oliver remained completely unconcerned.

Then the headmaster grunted, clearing his throat before speaking loudly to the hall.

"[Na: Oliver Mori]

[Rank: SSS Rank]

[Class: Summoner]"

The hall exploded.