Talent Awakening! Every Legendary Summon Grants Me Assassin Attributes-Chapter 43: Getting into the association

Oliver’s eyes weakly opened as he returned to the real world. The first thing that greeted him was the loud, uncomfortable grumbling of his stomach.

"Oh shit, when last did I eat?" he muttered to himself, clutching his gut tightly as he pushed himself off the bed and staggered out of his room.

Following the familiar corridors of the mansion, his steps slow but steady, he eventually found his way to the kitchen. The scent of freshly cooked food lingered thick in the air, rich and inviting.

Inside, a maid was already dishing out meals, likely for the headmaster and the rest of the staff within the mansion.

She looked up the moment Oliver entered, her face lighting up with recognition. A gentle smile formed on her lips.

"You have grown a lot," she said warmly, patting his head softly before handing him one of the already prepared plates of rice.

Oliver said nothing. He simply stood there for a brief second, staring at the plate then, with a spoon in hand, he devoured the entire meal like a starved beast, barely pausing to breathe.

Finally done, he cleaned up after himself without a word and stepped out of the kitchen, leaving the maid to continue her duties.

Just a few meters away, Headmaster Raven was approaching, his expression slightly tense, as though weighed down by thoughts.

But the moment he saw Oliver, that tension melted into a relieved smile.

"Seems like you’re already back from the Game. How was your time?"

Oliver remained unmoved, his expression blank, eyes empty as always. A look that made even the headmaster slightly uncomfortable.

"It was fine, all in all."

"I see..." Raven scratched the back of his head awkwardly.

"I’ll be leaving your house now. So there’s no need to worry about my accommodation any further," Oliver stated bluntly.

Headmaster Raven sighed softly. "It was nice having you stay here. But Oliver... I want you to watch your back when with your friends, and others too. It would be best if you joined a large Guild, like the Silver Guild, or some other powerful society. At least for your protection."

If only Raven knew that Oliver already had the daughter of the Silver Guild in his grasp, he wouldn’t be giving such advice.

Nonetheless, Oliver gave a slow nod before walking past Raven, not sparing another glance as he hurried toward the exit.

As he walked, he summoned his status screen, his fingers swiping toward the Slave section. There, he tapped on Hera’s silver name.

A smaller notification appeared before him.

[Slave: Hera Silver]

[Contact]

[Terminate]

[Warn]

He tapped Contact.

In the next moment, Hera’s voice echoed inside his mind, accompanied by a low, pained groan. The strain of their connection clearly affecting her.

"Hello, Hera," Oliver said calmly.

She groaned again, her voice filled with irritation. "Shit! It’s you... What sort of mind attack is that?"

"One that can’t be blocked," Oliver replied mockingly.

She didn’t seem pleased, audibly slapping her face as if to stay focused. "Oh, for God’s sake..."

Oliver lingered in silence for a moment, letting the tension stretch before speaking again.

"I’ll need us to meet. Urgently."

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A few hours passed after Oliver left Raven’s mansion.

Now, he stood before a massive skyscraper—so tall and vast that its peak vanished into the sky, impossible to fully grasp from where he stood.

The building was enormous, capable of housing thousands of people while still leaving room to spare. Its presence alone felt overwhelming.

It was magnificent.

At its center was a logo—an elegant "A" and "S" intertwined, slashed through with dark claw marks that looked almost too real.

This was the Awakeners Association.

A place where the greatest Guild leaders gathered to make decisions that shaped the world and the Game itself.

It was also where the Number One Awakener was said to reside.

At least... where he appeared more frequently than anywhere else.

’The number one Awakener has only shown up here twice in the last decade... so "frequently" is hardly the word I would use,’ Oliver thought, recalling knowledge from both his past life and present.

He stepped forward.

Through the automatic glass doors.

Into the vast, pristine lobby.

The air itself felt different—refined, almost artificial in its perfection. The scent was subtle yet captivating, something that made the place feel almost unreal.

Along the walls were framed portraits of the most powerful Guild leaders to ever exist.

Yet, strangely, there was no frame for the greatest Awakener.

Even more unsettling, some portraits had their faces blurred or hidden beneath dark, shadowy effects—making them impossible to identify.

How strange.

Oliver recognized a few.

Some he had fought alongside.

Others who had once banded together to kill him.

And a few... he had killed himself before his regression.

This time, things would be different.

Rather than waiting to be attacked like in his first life when the time came...

He would strike first.

Pulling his gaze away, he turned toward the reception desk.

And there she was.

Annie.

The same alluring woman who had taken his apartment.

She looked even more striking now, dressed in professional office wear, her blue-ray glasses resting neatly on her face, giving her an oddly refined charm.

Oliver grunted softly, turning his gaze away from her and toward the two figures standing by the counter.

One of them was Hera Silver, dressed in an expensive all-black dress, a sleek bag slung over her shoulder. Her arms were folded, her expression clearly dissatisfied.

The other...

Zack.

Dressed casually in a sweatshirt and shorts, completely out of place.

Annie was the first to notice Oliver.

Her face lit up instantly, and without hesitation, she raised her hand and waved.

"Hey babe! Long time no see!"

"How unprofessional," Oliver replied dryly, though he waved back regardless.

"Babe? Oh boss, I didn’t know you were into goth girls. That’s hot," Zack said with a wink, leaning lazily against the counter.

’Pervert,’ Oliver thought with a frown as he stepped forward.

"I’d like to register as a Player with the Association."

Annie stopped typing immediately. She leaned forward over her monitor, her gaze locking onto Oliver with playful intensity.

"Is that really the best you can do to greet me?" she asked, her tone teasing, almost jealous.

Oliver shrugged.

"Well," Annie continued, leaning back in her chair, "the woman here is Hera Silver, the daughter of the head of the Silver Guild."

Oliver raised a brow, his gaze shifting toward Hera, who remained unimpressed.

"Really? That’s who she is?"

Annie nodded, then leaned forward again—this time with a mischievous grin, raising three fingers subtly toward Oliver.

"Three fingers?" Oliver leaned in slightly, curiosity creeping into his expression.

Her lips twitched before stretching into a full grin.

"Threesome."

Oliver immediately pulled back, exhaling sharply.

’The fuck is wrong with these people...’