Talent Awakening! Every Legendary Summon Grants Me Assassin Attributes-Chapter 33: Farming Low Ranking Monsters

Oliver stood silent as he watched the two summons before him. One of them was the shadowy embodiment of the Dark Crow, its form flickering like living smoke, and the other a scaly creature that coiled tightly into itself, its cold eyes glinting with quiet malice.

[You have received a second Legendary Summon]

[SUMMON: Devious Snake]

Oliver honestly was not very interested. He liked the idea of having a second summon, but he had certainly been expecting something more powerful, something that could truly assist him in his Job Class.

Probably a tiger or some other apex predator would have been nice.

However, thinking back to how much the Dark Crow had grown compared to when he first summoned it, he knew the Devious Snake would certainly be more useful than it looked in due time.

So, he dismissed both summons.

[Benefits of Evolution to Bronze Assassin: Your body’s capacity has increased supernaturally. All stats increasing by five. A resistance to poison has been attained] 𝙛𝒓𝒆𝙚𝒘𝒆𝓫𝙣𝓸𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝒄𝒐𝓶

’A resistance to poison...’ Oliver was curious about how this would help him. However, time would tell.

He tried to access information on the Dark Crow next, but apparently, nothing seemed to work when he did so.

He took his eyes off the notification for a moment and furrowed his brows. "Turns out you are just some overgrown crow." He sighed, dismissing the system and his summons.

This concluded the first aspect of his return.

Now to the next agenda...

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[C Rank Orc Cores: 9]

[S Rank Dreamless Spawn Core: 2]

"How in hell did you kill an S Rank spawn in two months of just entering the game?" Jarvis was mind-blown as he re-read the notification of Oliver’s transfer to him.

Not only had he slain nine C Rank Orcs, but also an S Rank monster.

Sure, Jarvis did not know how dangerous the spawn was, since they weren’t beings that were common.

But an S Rank monster was a truly massive feat.

Oliver’s reply to this was simply tilting his head slightly, as though wanting to smile.

"At this rate, you might actually end up bankrupting me and making me the richest vendor for the next decade," Jarvis replied, tapping on his system to send Oliver the materials and the amount of Karma Points he had asked for in return.

[Ding!]

[Your Karma Points have reached: 1300]

[You have received materials]

[Slot: 8/30]

[Life Point: 20/20] Maximum points have been reached.

"Perfect," Oliver said to himself, dismissing the system and once again turning over to Jarvis Botswaner, who was still glazing at his status screen, staring at the S Rank cores in all their glory.

"Anything you think I should be worried about, Jarvis?" Oliver asked.

Jarvis blinked a few times, dismissing his system. "Well, you know... a lot of people are talking about you, basically. Apart from that, news of monsters escalating out of their normal habitats—or even growing to stronger levels... well, it’s all just rumors."

Oliver smiled. This was another great reason he had kept a good relationship with Jarvis instead of enslaving him or trying any funny business. Jarvis was a hub for information, was basically the underground newscaster of the entire game.

"Just what I wanted to hear," Oliver replied, activating his stealth skill and disappearing from Jarvis’s gaze like a fading shadow.

"Thank you for the loot, Lord Shadow!" Jarvis gave one final remark before going back to sit at a table in his stall and organize his sales.

Oliver moved slowly through the town. Upon getting to the gate, he paused for a few seconds, seeing no one there... no sign of Old Man Mukari, that was for sure.

He lingered there for a moment before moving outside the gates.

It was only then that he finally deactivated his stealth skill and began to trail through the forest lines.

Strangely...

Oliver’s choice of opponents was simple... slimes.

Blue slimes that gave him little to no EXP, dying in a single strike from the Heinous Blade Racell. Their gelatinous bodies split apart with wet, hollow sounds, collapsing into harmless puddles.

He was able to finish off twenty slimes within the span of a minute—both large and small ones. And even more enigmatic...

He left the loot lying on the ground, going elsewhere to find another battle.

Again, he went after E Rank monsters.

A group of gnomes, which he was able to decimate within a few seconds, their tiny bodies scattering under the sheer difference in power,yet again leaving the loot behind.

He repeated this action multiple times, hunting weak E Rank groups, and only once going after a D Rank group of monsters to help a struggling party—a pack of dark rabbits that darted like shadows in the underbrush.

Then he went back to killing simple E Rank monsters, not once using a single skill or even calling upon his summons.

It was almost like he was holding back... wasting his time on purpose.

When Oliver had finally reached a mountain path with thick trees and uneven roads littered with both small and massive rocks, he decided to rest.

Sitting down, he leaned his back against a rough boulder, the cold surface pressing against his spine. He laid his daggers onto the ground before him, then summoned into his hand a bottle of water he had bought from Jarvis, taking a few slow, controlled gulps.

SPLURT!

Oliver’s face was immediately drenched with water in the blink of an eye, dazed by how fast the silver arrow had struck his bottle away. The projectile hummed faintly as it buried itself into a distant tree trunk.

If it had been any closer, the arrow would have pierced his head.

Oliver rose to his feet as quickly as he could... or at least tried to.

From the ground beneath him, a wave of eyes suddenly sprang upward—dozens of them—glowing faintly as they locked onto him. A strange force wrapped around his legs, freezing him in place and locking him in a half-sitting position.

Then, from the thick trees, one after the other, a team of five began to emerge, stepping out of the shadows and into the open.

On their faces were varieties of senile grins and smug expressions.

Still, Oliver watched them as they approached.

Their intentions were nothing short of bad.

They were out to get him.

The leader of the group, massive for a man, chuckled softly, his hand patting his gut. "We have been following you for a while, and I was unsure whether all your achievements were legit or just a fluke... but seeing how you can’t even dodge a simple arrow—and you go after E Rank monsters? Hehehehe!"

"Looks like we have a fraud, don’t we..." His team burst into laughter at the assumption, clearly convinced that Oliver—the Crow—was weak.

"Why don’t you give us some of all those sweet rewards being a Ranker has given you?"

"So that’s your angle," Oliver said in a low tone, almost submissive.

But...

Within his deranged mind, he had a malevolent grin spreading wide.

’Just as I planned.’