Talent Awakening! Every Legendary Summon Grants Me Assassin Attributes-Chapter 53: Into the Dark castle 1 fat Lord

The soft crunch of Oliver’s footing meeting the ash-like ground filled the air as he traversed the distance toward the Dark Castle.

It had been a few minutes since he left the group of girls and began his journey toward the castle once again.

He continued moving until he reached the battlefield where he had killed the Void Knight—the torn-up floor still bearing the harsh imprints of their clash, deep cracks and scorched marks spreading like scars across the land. He paused for a second as he stared at the lifeless body of the knight.

Then he summoned the Dark Crow to survey the road ahead.

There was nothing up ahead according to what he remembered. But just to be sure, and not fall victim to another ambush, it was better to take this precaution.

However...

For the first time, the Dark Crow disobeyed its master.

Weaving from streaks of shadow-light, it stood by Oliver and did not take to the skies to scout.

Instead, it tilted its head and cawed slowly.

Oliver, strangely, could understand what it meant and gave his reply with a low chuckle. "Yes, I understand what you mean. I should have taken them along, to make the journey less dangerous, since there would be a healer and two other fighters. Still, I wouldn’t have been able to rob them of that amount of Karma points."

The Crow cawed softly, almost as if shrugging, shaking its head at his statement.

He frowned. "Yes! Greed might just be the end of me. I’d rather die choking on a thousand Karma points than fifty feeding the gluttonous life worm."

With that, he began to walk ahead of the Dark Crow without another word.

The Crow cawed disappointedly and began to walk right beside him, its shadowy form rippling faintly with each step.

Come to think of it, Oliver couldn’t help but wonder about the effects of helping Eva Montclair clear the Dark Castle, instead of letting her fail woefully and lose both sisters.

Sure, this would change the timeline in ways he could not imagine. He might never even meet the Eva Montclair he loved in the first timeline because of this.

Still, he was unmoved...

Oliver sighed in the end, rubbing his eyes softly. Whatever he felt about Eva could wait for now.

He raised his gaze up to the Dark Castle, already looming into full view like a silent predator waiting for its prey.

"Let’s play it safe."

Oliver stopped in his tracks, turning to the Dark Crow and placing his hand onto its body.

[Activating Shadow Travel]

Slowly, he sank into the being of the Dark Crow, his form dissolving into strands of darkness until he completely disappeared within it. As soon as he vanished, the Dark Crow itself began to melt into a puddle of shadows, its body losing shape before surging forward.

Quickly scaling the distance toward the Dark Castle.

Finally, it reached the large, dilapidated gates of the castle. One of its metal frames fallen to the ground, while the other barely clung to the massive pitch-black wall that surrounded the castle like a dying sentinel.

Oliver continued in shadow form with the Dark Crow for a little while longer, slipping past the broken gates and moving silently toward the main doors.

He did his best to keep watch on his surroundings. The eerie stillness, the absence of life, the unnatural quiet pressing against his senses. In case there were any changes in the area.

But just as he recalled, there was little to nobody around the castle vicinity apart from the Void Knight he had already killed.

Aside from that, the danger that remained was beyond the mighty double doors of the Dark Castle.

Oliver Mori finally emerged from the darkness of the Crow, his body reconstructing itself as he appeared standing before the doors of the Dark Castle.

He stretched his hand toward the obsidian-metal doors, their surface cold and unnaturally smooth. Upon contact, he pushed them open with little to no force.

As he entered into the suffocating embrace of the castle, the Dark Crow followed him as a shadow, lingering close. Ready, just in case anything attempted to surprise him in here.

The Dark Crow would land a devastating finishing blow on any enemy before it could do anything substantial.

Still, he did not rely on that plan alone. Oliver readied himself to weave Racell into his grasp at any given moment.

After taking a few steps into the dilapidated ruins of the Dark Castle, the first place he was welcomed into was a destroyed hall—torn pillars leaning at unnatural angles, craters spread across the floor, and the obscene stench of death hanging thick in the air, as though it had seeped into the very walls.

Oliver continued forward for a few more meters into this strange place.

And then... it happened.

Slam!

The loud, resounding crash of the doors violently shutting behind him echoed through the hall.

He reacted instantly, turning around to face the massive set of double doors.

And there they stood.

Two knights, dressed in damaged metallic armor.

Strangely, these men resembled giants, reaching over three times the size of a normal human. More importantly, they were grotesquely obese, bulky, swollen, and menacing, their thick red eyes glowing faintly through the cracks of their helmets.

These were the Dark Guards.

Oliver gritted his teeth, recalling these crude monstrosities of humanoid beasts.

But... something was awfully strange.

There were three of them, if he remembered correctly.

Well...

He wasn’t wrong.

The sharp, whistling sound of metal cleaving through the air snapped Oliver’s attention to the side. He ducked instantly, just in time as an abrasive axe sliced through the space where his head had been a fraction of a second ago.

The force behind it was so immense it distorted the air and nearly knocked him off his footing.

"Shit!" Oliver groaned, backing off a few meters to create distance between himself and his enemies.

Then, when he had finally secured that distance, he faced them. Racell weaving into existence within his grasp.

There were three of the horrid, fat Knights now.

One of them held a brutal chain in its hand, connected to two massive axe heads. The chain itself seemed alive, writhing slightly as it dragged across the ground, releasing a foul stench that Oliver could perceive even from where he stood.

Its body was stained with dried, darkened blood from its fallen victims.

The other two grotesque beasts opened their hands, and golden lights wove the same weapons into their grasp—the chained axe heads forming with a sinister glow.

Oliver gritted his teeth, taking his battle stance, his grip tightening around Racell.

"Hehehe... the fatter they are, the fatter the resources."

[Name: Dark Knights] 𝙛𝒓𝓮𝙚𝔀𝒆𝒃𝓷𝒐𝓿𝙚𝓵.𝙘𝒐𝒎

[Rank: Unknown]