After discovering the ability to transform his arrow, Oliver felt much more excited and quickly reached for the other arrows in his quiver.

"Maybe I need to change their shape one by one. I can only do this with my eyes closed for now, but with a little practice, I can mold these arrows to my will."

He swiftly pulled out two more arrows that remained the same as before. He positioned them on the bow and closed his eyes, once again imagining those arrows with the shape he desired. When he opened his eyes, he saw them transformed into his custom arrow.

"This is incredible," Oliver thought in amazement, feeling slightly out of breath. "But it consumes energy in some way; now I'm sure it's the new ability."

Oliver looked at his quiver, knowing that he could now change the shape of the arrows with each shot. However, he was aware that this change would also consume a significant amount of energy. Still, he smiled as he concluded, "I can create situational arrows for the combat I'm in. Maybe I can shoot a greater number of arrows or create one for a specific function. I need to do some research."

Oliver stored the customized arrows and went to his notebook, searching for arrow models that caught his attention. However, a thought crossed his mind: "Wait, do I need to limit myself to common arrows?"

Thinking about relic users, the image of the mage came to Oliver's mind, and he wondered again about the relic she used. Although she had shown little, the idea of magic was not absurd in Oliver's mind.

"I can't use this on criminals; I'll draw too much attention to myself. But if I'm going to face stronger opponents, maybe this could be useful," Oliver mused. He looked at a standardized arrow, contemplating how to compensate for his lack of experience. Slowly, he closed his eyes, positioning one of the common arrows on his bow.

With his eyes closed, he considered a change of attribute carefully. "If it's incendiary, it might burn my hand and the bow, so I only need the tip." Fire was the simplest and most understandable element he could think of. Slowly, his thoughts solidified, and he thought, "That's it."

The image of the fire arrow was etched in his mind, and he soon felt a slight warmth in his hand, a sensation running through his fingers, making him smile even with his eyes closed. When Oliver opened his eyes, he was surprised to see the arrow remained the same, but the handle was partially burned and emitted a faint smoke.

His disappointment was evident, but he reassured himself with a smile, "I couldn't give this arrow any elemental property. Maybe I don't even need to, but it's good to know that this works."

Oliver blew out the embers of the arrow, extinguishing the fire that was about to start, and stored the arrow in the quiver. He returned to his notebook to continue researching. He quickly scanned some articles he found interesting, trying to learn more about arrows, but they all seemed quite vague, leading him to wonder, "I guess it's like researching what makes a sword stronger; sharpness, weight, and other attributes matter, but it still varies from person to person."

Oliver relaxed, letting himself slide down the wall of his room, finding his research interesting but ultimately futile. "I wish I could understand more about how these relics work. If I simply continue to fight criminals for another three years, will I surpass that vampire?"

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The thought that crossed his mind prompted Oliver to put away his notebook and take up his bow again. Despite knowing the will of his relics and feeling clearly stronger, his last two battles had shown that there was still something Oliver didn't know.

Once again, he opened his notebook to the same LegendHunter blog. According to the author, the emergence of weapons and events worldwide began four years ago. In the end, Oliver wondered.

Oliver's thoughts continued to race as he pondered the events of the past few years. The discovery that this worldwide phenomenon began four years ago led him to question if it might have started earlier and he simply hadn't noticed. He couldn't help but feel that those who still thought it was madness were the ones out of touch with reality.

After finishing reading the content on the LegendHunter website, Oliver once again focused on the images of ancient blades, Egyptian weapons, statues, and sealed vases. Such artifacts had been found all over the world, some resembling religious items.

His mind wandered back to the day his family disappeared, and he gripped his bow a bit tighter, recalling the words of the gunslinger. "It seems like I was one of the first to be affected, and according to what the gunslinger said, someone with the same heritage as Robin Hood sent me this bow... could it have been someone from my family?"

Oliver noticed changes in the bow and especially in the cape, but he still wondered, "If it was one of them, why didn't they tell me where they were and if they were okay? There was only my name written casually, but that alone doesn't explain anything."

He furrowed his brow, pressing his fist to his cheek, and mused, "What happened four years ago?"

Throughout the night, he dedicated himself to research, trying to find more articles similar to the LegendHunter blog, but none seemed to treat these artifacts as something so extraordinary; the blog remained his primary source of information.

He couldn't help but ponder the differences in power between himself, the mage, Christopher, and the doctor, all of whom had been affected by relics. "If all of them were affected by the relics so early, I guess that's why they have such a vast difference in power."

The question that weighed on him was how to bridge that gap. He sighed and rubbed his neck, concluding, "For some time, I was either attacked or only fought after analyzing my opponent. It must be the first time I'm going into a battle with almost no information."

Oliver gave a faint smile and sighed, looking up as he concluded, "Training my body in the hope of becoming as strong as that sergeant is a waste of time, time I don't have."

He drew his bow and nocked an arrow, aiming at the wall with a smile as he thought, "Alright, I don't need to beat them in strength, after all, I'm a Hunter."

The next night, nearly fully recovered from his injuries, Oliver leaped between the buildings, testing his movements. "I feel better. I'll be ready on the day of the fight." As he stopped on the rooftop of a familiar building, he closed his eyes, feeling a gentle breeze on his face. "I need to gather more information; maybe it's time to use those relics as bargaining chips. But the doctor can also give me some information; I just need to avoid killing..."

Oliver furrowed his brow, vividly remembering the gunslinger's final moments, looking at his own hand and squeezing it tightly. "I wish I could feel more confident with better preparation than last time, but I don't think I'm as lucky as before."

He looked back when he heard a rapid flapping of wings and some rustling sounds. A smile crossed his face. "This time, perhaps the numbers will fight alongside me for the first time."

Three bats transformed in front of him, becoming Dylan, Wander, and Zoe, respectively. Oliver smiled, and Dylan immediately noticed the new injuries, raising his eyebrows in surprise before furrowing his brow.

"You managed to hurt yourself even more, didn't you?"

"Thanks for caring so much about your husband, dear," Oliver replied with a slight smile and a sarcastic tone. He then turned to the three, hands in his pockets, and asked, "So, what do you have for me?"