Talent Awakening! Every Legendary Summon Grants Me Assassin Attributes Chapter 30: The Beggar and the Landlord

Leaving the Ruins of Apheh was basically like being teleported outside of both the ruins and the Ga itself. The system’s processing treated it as so sort of slap on the wrist. A forced reminder that players had endured enough brutality and should take a well-deserved rest.

Oliver was not a fan of rest.

So when he returned, he had already planned to dive straight back into the ga and finish off so loose ends.

His body slowly ca back to life, his chest tightening as air filled his lungs again, his muscles twitching, his form gradually returning to its usual state. His consciousness seeped back into his being, sluggish yet steady, and his eyes blinked repeatedly as they struggled to adjust to the harsh, discomforting light of the sun.

The sun?

Oliver was in a room with only one window, if he recalled properly. So how in hell was sunlight pouring directly onto him like this?

"Wait a minute..."

His gaze swept across his surroundings several tis, slow at first, then sharper.

Oliver Mori beca visibly irritated at what he saw.

He was no longer in his room.

Instead, he was sprawled in a narrow alleyway, the ground littered with trash and damp filth. The air was thick with the sour stench of rot. He sat slumped against a stained wall, his head resting dangerously close to the tallic body of a green dumpster that slled no better than he did—and he reeked.

"How am I here?" Oliver muttered to himself, attempting to stand.

His body creaked in protest, joints stiff, bones cracking from prolonged inactivity. Pain flared subtly with each movent, forcing him to rise slowly to avoid snapping sothing in a way that would hurt far more than necessary.

As he steadied himself, he noticed a small board hanging from his neck by a thin rope.

It read:

Out of order!

’Out of order?! What the hell is going on?’ Oliver grunted inwardly.

Now fully upright, he yanked the rope off his neck and tossed it carelessly into the dumpster before stepping out of the alley.

As he entered the main road, recognition hit him almost instantly.

Of course... this place.

It made sense. If he had been dumped too far away, authorities might have been alerted and intervened. So instead, he had been left in the alley right beside his own building.

The landlord was his pri suspect.

However, Oliver’s rent wasn’t due for another two months. Even if two months had passed while he was inside the ga, that alone wasn’t enough reason for eviction. Especially considering the good credit score and solid relationship he had maintained with the man.

Sothing was definitely off.

Oliver made his way toward the building, his presence alone enough to make passersby recoil. People covered their noses, so crossing the street entirely just to avoid him.

He was the carnage of good scents... Apparently.

Entering the large building, his stench seed to invade every corner of the ground floor, silently driving people away.

Still, he didn’t care.

The first thing he did was head up to his room on the third floor. Upon reaching the door, he instinctively searched his pockets.

No key.

With that confird, he knocked.

And waited.

A mont passed.

Then another.

Finally, the door creaked open.

Standing there was a woman, fresh from a shower—her damp hair clinging lightly to her skin, droplets of water trailing down the visible parts of her body. A towel was wrapped around her, barely concealing what lay beneath.

Oliver opened his mouth to speak—

But before he could, a man stepped out from inside the room.

The man’s face carried an unsettling ease as he brushed past the woman, throwing Oliver a casual wink. Oliver simply stared, confused.

Then the man walked off, leaving them alone.

Still, he didn’t fail to leave behind a parting remark, laced with a smirk:

"Don’t worry, I’ll leave you two to... dry off the situation."

’Bastard.’

The woman chuckled softly, her palm lifting to her lips in a teasing, almost suggestive gesture.

"It seems you need a shower," she said smoothly. "Why don’t you co in and—"

"How long has it been since you rented this place?" Oliver cut in bluntly.

Her brows furrowed at the abrupt question, confusion flickering across her face.

’It’s cute when they try to resist , but...’

"It’s been close to two months, but I only moved in last month" she replied.

The mont the words left her mouth, Oliver turned away without hesitation and began walking off.

She stood there, stunned.

Just like that?

As if she were nothing more than a tool discarded the mont she was no longer useful.

"I am Annie! At least tell your na!" she called out after him, slightly offended and intrigued.

Oliver paused for a brief mont. Then, without turning fully, he tilted his head slightly in her direction.

"Oliver Mori."

And with that, he left in search of his landlord.

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Upon reaching one of the most pristine rooms in the building, Oliver knocked on the landlord’s door several tis.

The door swung open.

A massive, heavyset man stood there, his expression twisting into a deep frown the mont he saw Oliver.

"What the hell do you want?" he barked.

Oliver took note of the hostility imdiately.

Sothing had definitely gone wrong while he was in the ga.

"I woke up thrown into your alley," Oliver said calmly. "Ring any bell?"

The landlord snarled.

"You deserve every bit of that, you brat!"

Oliver remained composed. He needed answers, not assumptions.

"Tell what happened."

At first, the landlord hesitated. Then, with a sharp exhale, he began.

"Your girlfriend ca about a month ago," he said bitterly. "Insulting , insulting my family... She shoved your room key into my face and said it was your request, that you told her to return it because you beca a player!"

His fists clenched.

"Do we regular humans an so little to you players?! Do you think we’re just puppets you can manipulate because you have power? No! I refuse that! That’s why I threw you out! If you want to retaliate, go ahead! But I’ll never let you back into my building. Not even in death."

Oliver listened in silence.

The landlord was a reasonable man. His anger, though harsh, had roots.

Even after throwing Oliver out, the man had continued feeding him while he was unconscious.

Players could survive a long ti without food, but after a month, deterioration would begin.

Given how long Oliver had been in the ga... that had likely been the only way.

Still...

He was now holess.

"I see..." Oliver said quietly.

He turned and began walking away.

Behind him, the landlord’s anger began to fade, replaced by sothing heavier.

Regret.

He clenched his teeth, watching Oliver’s retreating figure. He had known the boy for over three years. And now... he had cast him out like nothing.

What he had done back then had been fueled by anger.

But now, seeing Oliver like this—silent and distant... It felt like he had broken sothing irreparable.

’What have I done?’

Realization struck hard.

He stepped forward into the hallway, raising his hand to call Oliver back—to apologize.

But...

Oliver was already gone.

The boy he had cared for... the kind young man he once knew...

Gone.

And this ti—

He might never see him again.