The day was dawning, and Oliver was already in front of a mirror, wearing a long-sleeved shirt while examining his wounds.

'I suspected it, but now I'm sure he's not the vampire master.' Oliver looked at the healed claw wounds still in the process of healing due to his regeneration, but he noticed that the wounds caused by the gunslinger were still in a much more recent state. 'What could the vampire master's relic be?'

Oliver struggled to put on his shirt, then covered the wounds with bandages before getting dressed.

In the end, the pain was still bothering him, but it was much more bearable than the previous day, and he soon headed to college.

As he got off the bus and walked a bit further, he entered the campus and was greeted by the food court with several students as always. However, he went straight to the stairs, thinking, 'It's better to avoid gazes; it still hurts like hell when I think about these wounds.'

When he reached the stairs, Oliver saw Lirana sitting with the same friends he had been planting trees with days ago. As he climbed the stairs, their eyes met, and she gave a slight smile, showing a sense of relief. Oliver didn't respond and just continued up the stairs.

Arriving in the classroom, he pulled out his notebook and made a few more notes, but the class soon began.

After the class ended, Oliver headed to the bus stop to reach the radio station as he usually did.

While walking, he noticed that his wounds were gradually hurting less as he moved. 'Avoiding bumping into anyone at the end was a great idea... if they saw my wounds, claiming a dog attacked me wouldn't help me get away.'

Some time passed, and Oliver arrived at his workplace. He sat at his desk, turned on the computer, and pondered. 'I thought the vampire case would be over by now, but it seems this season will be much longer as more vampires emerge...' The computer started up, and then an email notification caught his attention, making him wonder, 'What is this?'

As he quickly scanned the email, Oliver's eyes widened, and he smiled, returning to the beginning of the message to read it more carefully. The email briefly stated that they found the article interesting and would be monitoring the possible emergence of a serial killer. However, since the subject was still private and recent in the city, they could be the first to report on it. His information had been accurate and was confirmed by the branch that would share more information soon, but for now, they couldn't do a complete report until more information came in or a more recent case. In the end, Oliver read with a smile on his face, 'The article will be published on the company's website. Stay tuned for more information, and you will be responsible for releasing more articles related to the case. Sincerely, the management.'

Oliver rested his fist on his cheek and then chuckled softly, sighing as he looked up and returned to his work.

Time passed quickly, and once he finished his work, Oliver went straight home, still lost in thought. 'Maybe with the sources I'll receive after the promotion, I can find relic users more easily.' Oliver arrived at his apartment with his phone in hand, still searching for new posts from the LegendHunter, but with the blog still without updates, Oliver concluded, 'I don't know if something happened to him for discovering so much about relics, maybe that woman with the strange smile hired him or something. Thinking positively is the only thing I can do for him.'

He then entered his room, placed his backpack on the bed, took off his shirt, and uncovered the blanket that covered his window, letting in a bit of cold air as he sighed. Once again, he saw his reflection in the mirror, and the wounds caused by Christopher had already begun to heal, but the marks from the gunslinger remained, causing Oliver to squint and give a long sigh before returning to his bed. 'This way, taking a shower is going to be torture for a few weeks.'

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As he sat down, he reached into his backpack and pulled out his relics from the hidden pocket, laying them out on his bed and sitting in front of them.

Something still bothered him about it; Oliver could feel that he was clearly stronger thanks to his activities over the past month, but the difference in experience between relic users was obvious.

'It's basic logic for an archer to lose in hand-to-hand combat against a fighter, but there's still something bothering me about all this.' Oliver remembered the gunslinger's words; in the end, he had been an opponent with much more experience than him, but he didn't seem to have fought with his full strength.

"If he hadn't warned at the time they were going to duel, if he had attacked at that moment, if he had prepared.

Various possibilities raced through Oliver's mind, making him think about how different that fight had been from all the others he had faced. Despite all the difficulty and preparation he had, he managed to do his best, thanks to the strategies that kept him alive. However, a strange feeling had been running inside him since that fight. 'In the end, it seemed like he wanted me to kill him.' Oliver squinted and picked up his modified cape, leading him to conclude, 'Was it so that my relic would become stronger? That woman mentioned it, but if he didn't want to kill, there were several other ways...'

'But in the end, they always returned.'

Oliver opened his eyes more clearly, reliving his opponent's last words, looking back at the closet as he thought. 'Maybe I can use this as leverage with that woman.' Oliver furrowed his brow, remembering the silver-haired mage, but eventually leaned against the wall, still lost in thought. 'Relics have a will, but can it be greater than the bearer's?'

Out of the corner of his eye, he could clearly see his relics, and he held them, checking if he noticed any other clear differences, but soon, a thought struck him, and he raised an eyebrow in doubt. 'These two changed, but why not these?' Oliver left the bow and the cape under the bed, but then he looked at the quiver of arrows, which hadn't changed in appearance at all, remaining the same as when he found it in the box. Counting the arrows quickly, he realized that the quantity was still 30, they hadn't changed at all, making him wonder. 'The bow changed over time, and I was able to make that greenish shot... thanks to the cape, I can now become invisible just by holding my breath, but what about the quiver?' Oliver took one of the arrows and spun it between his fingers, maintaining his perception that nothing had changed. 'How strange.'

Oliver looked to the side thoughtfully. 'But in the end, what would an improved arrow be? Would it have barbs? Would it be heavier or stronger? What would be different about it?' His mind tried to envision a stronger arrow, but as skilled as he was with archery, Oliver was still a complete amateur, making him sigh with a smile. 'In some RPGs, they just change the color of the feathers. I guess I'm focusing my mind in the wrong place.'

However, as he looked back at the arrow, Oliver was surprised to see that the arrow had changed. Unlike before, the arrow now felt lighter in his hand, and its tip resembled that of a sharp blade, not just a pointed part as before. Oliver raised his eyebrows in surprise and spun the arrow between his fingers again, wondering how he had done that. 'Was it just imagining how the arrow was, and it molded itself?'

Remembering the differences between this arrow and the old one, Oliver watched the arrow transform back into the old form, returning to a simple arrow with an iron tip and old feathers that allowed him to hold it. Oliver stood up in surprise and covered the window again, now looking at the arrow with a broad smile on his face as he thought. 'This is getting interesting.' As he returned to his privacy, Oliver continued to stare at the arrow, still smiling. Now, with the image clear in his mind, he sighed thoughtfully. 'A stronger arrow...' With his eyes open, Oliver tried to imagine the arrow changing, but he widened his eyes to see the arrow transform. However, nothing happened, and he furrowed his brow in confusion.

Once again, he tried to imagine a powerful arrow, but his mind delivered nothing, and he only saw the arrow in his hand. 'I won't be able to do this like this...' Oliver slowly closed his eyes and took a deep breath, clearly visualizing the arrow in his mind as he contemplated. 'Maybe this way, I can manage a little more.'

The quiver arrow remained in his thoughts, but soon he furrowed his brow while trying to recall memories and imagine a new arrow. His fiction-based memories led him to grandiose archers with flashy and simple arrows as he tried to focus on a single arrow. After some time, he managed to form an image in his mind. The handle was made of wood, the feathers were brown like the handle, and its tip was like a sharp blade. Despite being slightly heavier due to the larger tip, Oliver could assert with certainty that this arrow was lighter. As he opened his hand, there was the arrow he had created. When he held it, Oliver felt the clear change; the handle was thinner but seemed denser, and the blade seemed perfect for cutting through the air directly to his target. He concluded with a smile as he saw his arrow. 'This is getting interesting.'