Talent Awakening! Every Legendary Summon Grants Me Assassin Attributes Chapter 83: Restarting all over again

Restarting all over again

even the smallest hint of truth in their words.

Even the faintest crack in his composure would have been enough.

But Oliver was unreadable.

Completely.

His face remained blank, calm to the point of being unsettling, as he simply stared at the two of them with empty, emotionless eyes. There was no irritation, no denial, no surprise—nothing that could give away what he was truly thinking.

And yet...

It was true.

Today was his birthday.

And he had forgotten.

’What use is it to mark another year closer to one’s death?’ Oliver thought silently, his gaze unfocused for the briefest mont as his mind drifted inward. ’For so, maybe they prefer that kind of leisure... maybe they find aning in it. But to ... it’s nothing more than a useless distraction.’

His attention returned to the present.

He lingered for a mont, letting the silence stretch just slightly, before finally speaking.

"I see."

That was all.

Simple.

Flat.

Devoid of emotion.

At those words, Trisha’s expression trembled.

It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there. Her lips tightened faintly, her eyes flickering with restrained anger as though she was on the verge of losing control.

For a mont, it seed like she might snap.

Like she might abandon all restraint and lash out.

But she stopped herself.

Her fingers curled slightly, nails pressing into her palm as she steadied her breathing.

’Keep it together...’ she told herself firmly. ’He’s trying to manipulate you into losing your shit. Don’t fall for it. Not here.’

Slowly, she regained control.

A smile ford on her lips—controlled, deliberate, but not genuine.

"Just because you are now a Ranker," she said lightly, her tone carrying an edge beneath its calm surface, "doesn’t an you won’t pay for what you did to us back in the Summoning Grounds."

The threat was clear.

Undeniable.

Kyle frowned slightly, stepping forward as he fixed Oliver with a cold, asuring look.

"As you can see," he began, his voice steady, "I am also a Ranker."

He paused briefly, letting that statent settle between them.

"It’s quite the surprise you made it this far on your own," he continued, his lips curling faintly. "Honestly... I didn’t expect it."

There was no respect in his gaze.

Only disdain.

"But I didn’t co here for praise," he added, his tone dropping slightly. "I ca to tell you sothing."

A brief silence followed.

"Watch your back."

The words hung heavily in the air.

Then, without waiting for a response, Kyle turned around. His coat shifted slightly with the motion as he cast Oliver one last detestable glare over his shoulder.

"See you around, Oliver."

With that, he walked off, his steps steady and unhurried.

Trisha followed him closely, her expression still tense despite the calm mask she maintained.

The two of them disappeared further into the Crow.

Silence lingered behind them.

Throughout the entire exchange, Bai Mina had said nothing.

She had simply watched.

Carefully.

Closely.

Her gaze never once leaving Oliver’s face, observing every detail—every lack of reaction, every absence of emotion.

He remained calm.

Unfazed.

Completely indifferent to their threats.

It didn’t make sense.

And that was what unsettled her.

Finally, she spoke.

"To be threatened by a fellow Ranker is a big deal," Bai Mina said, her tone asured but carrying a quiet concern. "And that Kyle... he’s not soone to take lightly."

She paused briefly, her eyes drifting in the direction they had gone.

"I’ve heard his father is the head of a powerful guild," she added. "Soone with influence... soone dangerous."

Her gaze returned to Oliver.

"Would it really be wise to let him walk away like that? Without even asking for an apology?"

Oliver didn’t answer imdiately.

He let her words linger in the air.

Then, slowly, he shook his head.

A simple gesture.

A wordless response.

He didn’t care.

His gaze shifted away from her, scanning the hall that had gradually filled with Rankers.

Dozens of them.

Standing, talking, observing.

Most of them unfamiliar.

Faces he did not recognize from his first life.

’So many new ones...’ he thought, his eyes passing over them without interest.

And yet—

None of them stood out.

’They probably lived short lives... or died aningless deaths,’ he concluded silently, turning his gaze away.

Ti passed slowly.

The elevator doors opened and closed at intervals, each ti revealing another Ranker stepping into the hall. So carried themselves with confidence, others with quiet caution, but all bore the presence of individuals who had survived long enough to stand among the elite.

Bai Mina greeted each one politely.

A nod.

A brief exchange.

A small smile when necessary.

Oliver paid them no attention.

At most, a passing glance.

Then—

A voice rang out.

Deep.

Authoritative.

Commanding enough to silence the entire hall instantly.

"Rankers... shall we begin the eting."

All eyes turned.

Standing ahead was a man dressed entirely in black. His fra was massive, his muscles clearly visible beneath his clothing, stretching the fabric with every slight movent.

His presence alone demanded attention.

Oliver recognized him imdiately.

Of all the Rankers present...

He was the strongest.

Shaggy Burnell.

’So it’s him...’ Oliver thought, his eyes narrowing slightly.

If he rembered correctly, this man had already defeated a Disaster-class entity on his own at this point in ti.

A feat that placed him above the rest.

And if they were to fight now—

Oliver knew the outco.

He would lose.

At least...

Not without his second summon.

Following the announcent, the Rankers began to move, one after another, heading toward a large open doorway. There was no hesitation, no argunt—only quiet acknowledgnt.

Shaggy Burnell led the way.

Inside, the room they entered was vast.

Dimly lit.

The atmosphere was heavy, pressing down on everyone within it.

At the center stood a massive table—dark and smooth, its surface almost glass-like as it reflected faint outlines of those seated around it. Surrounding it were chairs that resembled ancient, worn thrones, each one crafted with an imposing presence, as though ant for rulers rather than re individuals.

One by one, the seats were filled.

Oliver took his seat at the far end of the table, distant from the others.

Detached.

Bai Mina sat closer to the front, within clear view of Shaggy Burnell.

Most seats were occupied.

A few remained empty.

Not everyone had co.

So were absent.

Others... perhaps uninterested.

A few seconds passed.

Then Shaggy Burnell cleared his throat, placing both hands firmly on the table.

"As you might not know," he began, his voice steady and filled with confidence, "I am Shaggy Burnell, the number one Ranker in the world."

There was no arrogance.

Only certainty.

"The rankings have also been updated," he continued, "but that’s not what we are here for today."

As he spoke, the glassy surface of the table shimred.

A faint light spread across it.

Then—

A list appeared before each Ranker.

Their rankings.

Oliver glanced down.

His na appeared.

Eighteenth.

Out of the thirty Rankers present.

’So this is the world ranking...’ he thought quietly.

He wondered how it was determined.

By the system?

Or by recognized feats?

If it wasn’t the system...

Then he was far lower than he should be.

"Now that that is out of the way," Shaggy continued, drawing their attention back, "let’s move to the real issue."

"There are no world leaders present today. So for now... I will lead this discussion with the authority you grant ."

No one objected.

"The next Catastrophic Glitch will occur within a few months," he said.

A murmur spread faintly.

"And we have no idea where it will appear."

That was the problem.

Oliver’s eyes narrowed slightly.

’A Catastrophic Glitch...?’

In his past life, such events occurred every few years.

Massive portals.

Monsters flooding into the human world.

Destruction.

Death.

But—

This wasn’t supposed to happen now.

Not for years.

’Sothing is off...’

"What’s the reason for this? Are we having a budget cut or sothing?" one Ranker asked rudely.

"No," Shaggy said, rubbing his temples. "It’s sothing strange."

"The Kiyakoya family is gathering data... but sothing is wrong."

He paused.

"It’s almost like our machines have lost their use."

"Sabotage?" another asked.

Shaggy nodded slightly.

"Or coincidence... but I doubt it."

A female Ranker, her eyes dim and her body wrapped in black cloth, leaned back in her chair, resting on her walking stick.

"Is this related... to the increase in monster power?" she asked.

Shaggy paused.

Then nodded.

"I suspect so."

He turned to Bai Mina.

A signal.

She stood imdiately, placing her hands firmly on the table.

"Sothing is happening across the entire first level of the ga," she began.

"Monsters are getting stronger."

Her voice was steady.

"Goblins. Orcs. Ogres. All evolving beyond expected levels."

"What used to be manageable threats are now dangerous—even for experienced parties."

She paused.

"But that’s not all."

Her expression hardened.

"A few months ago... I, along with mbers of The Crow, encountered a Disaster-ranked anomaly."