Ex rank talent Awakening: 100\% Dodge rate-Chapter 145 - : EVOLVED TALENT

Kyle opened his eyes slowly, the lingering heat of power still coursing through his veins. The sensation of manifestation was overwhelming, like something primal had awakened within him.

[Congratulations! You have manifested your will]

[Through manifesting your will, your talent has evolved!]

[Check your status window for more information!]

The glowing system text faded before his eyes, replaced by the cool desert night stretching beyond the tent flaps. A familiar voice snapped him from his awe.

"It seems you finally succeeded," Kodiac said, standing with his arms crossed. His expression was as unreadable as ever. "You took longer than I expected," he added flatly before turning to leave.

Kyle watched the demon walk away, his heavy steps quiet against the sand-coated floor. Kodiac wasn't the type for drawn-out praise—or conversation, for that matter. Prideful, distant, and unnaturally calm, he rarely acknowledged others unless absolutely necessary.

But Kyle wasn't done.

"What about our previous discussion?" he called out, voice firm. "Any word from the demon god?"

Kodiac stopped. Without turning, he spoke over his shoulder, "Follow me."

Kyle let out a short sigh and stood, brushing loose grains of sand off his cloak. He stepped into the open air behind Kodiac, the cold desert wind biting at his skin. Night had fallen in full, and the once-searing sands of the desert had become bitter and sharp, dust swirling in quiet currents. The sky above was a velvet sheet of stars, uncaring and vast.

Clicking his tongue in mild annoyance, Kyle followed the demon Earl through the makeshift war camp, their boots crunching against scattered bones and loose stone. Eventually, they arrived at Kodiac's personal tent, larger and more ominous than the others.

Inside, Kodiac sat down on his throne—a grotesque chair constructed from bones. The skeletal remains were unmistakably humanoid, bleached by time and stained with dried blood. These weren't random corpses. They were trophies—royals and nobles from the Ray Kingdom, enemies Kodiac had personally slain and collected.

Kyle stepped in, pausing just inside the entrance. He frowned. He'd never liked that throne. It wasn't just grotesque—it was unnecessary. Kodiac's obsession with power extended beyond conquest; it bled into this strange sense of domination, of turning his enemies into furniture.

Kyle scoffed. "You and your bone fetish," he muttered.

He wasn't here to admire morbid decorations. "So?" he asked, cutting straight to the point. He knew how to deal with Kodiac: directness.

Kodiac's eyes glowed faintly. "My master has agreed to let you serve under him," he said. "You are to prepare your world for his dominion."

Kyle nodded slightly. That much, he expected. "And what about what I asked for? I'm not just dealing with bugs anymore—Greg and Lilith might strike at any time. I need insurance. If I'm going to pave the way for the demon god, I can't do it while constantly looking over my shoulder."

"When you return," Kodiac replied, "an object will arrive through the rift. It should assist you."

Kyle folded his arms. "That's a bit vague for something this important. What exactly is it? I'm not staking my life—or his mission—on blind faith."

Kodiac's gaze narrowed. "You're arrogant. The demon god does not give worthless gifts."

"True," Kyle replied with a shrug, "but I still need to know."

Their eyes locked. Tension thickened. Kyle saw it—the flicker of irritation in Kodiac's usually unreadable face. A rarity. But Kyle didn't flinch. He wasn't here to play subordinate. Not anymore.

Eventually, Kodiac exhaled through his nose. "It's called the Evil Twin Bracelet. It increases your power to match that of your opponent—if they're stronger. Any boost your enemy receives in stats, you receive as well. But your power boost is concealed. They won't sense the difference."

Kyle's lips curled upward. "Now that's more like it."

He stepped closer to the flickering flame at the center of the tent, its shadows dancing across the bone throne.

"At least with that, I can hold Greg down. Lilith's still weaker than me—barely—but with the bracelet, I can neutralize Greg's annoying stat advantage. That leaves one issue—his absurd invincibility."

Kodiac remained quiet. Clearly, that was Kyle's problem to solve.

Seeing no opening, Kyle decided to ask outright. "Any chance of interference when I fight him?"

"That will be handled," Kodiac said, voice curt. He understood Kyle's planning, and although it grated on him, he knew Kyle's ambitions aligned with their god's will.

Satisfied—for now—Kyle gave a nod and turned to leave.

Outside, the wind had calmed. He made his way toward his own tent, the cold air brushing past his face. A few demons nodded at him in passing, but most kept their distance. He didn't care. Let them fear him.

Back inside his tent, he exhaled deeply and summoned his status window.

> "What can I say?" he muttered, a grin slowly forming. "Even the heavens are on my side."

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User: Kyle

Title: Celestial Bane (Legendary)

Job: Archer

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Level: 75 (7,500,000/7,600,000 EXP)

Health: 175,000

Strength: 187

Speed: 190

Stamina: 174

Intelligence: 157

Constitution: 174

Free Attribute Points: 0

[Ex-Rank Talent: 100% Hit Rate]

Due to manifesting your will, your talent has evolved from SSS-rank Sharpshooter to Ex-rank: 100% Hit Rate. Your attacks now have a 100% chance of hitting. Dodging is impossible.

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Kyle's grin widened. Finally, a talent worthy of his goals. He still didn't understand why Greg had been immune before—but with this talent, there would be no more evasion. No more mystery. No more missed shots.

Between the bracelet and this evolved skill, his chances had soared—from a pitiful gamble to at least a fighting 50%.

"Come on, Greg. You'll come for me soon," he whispered to himself. "And when you do—I'll be ready."

This was the second time his talent had evolved. The first was triggered by the ancient demon's influence. This time, it was by his own will.

Talent evolution through will manifestation was incredibly rare. It depended on the strength of the user's desire—and the potential of the talent itself. Many players never saw a single evolution, but Kyle had defied that norm twice.

Desperation played a key role. One who was content, who didn't feel the pressure to grow, rarely evolved. But someone who fought, who clawed forward with nothing but will—that was different.

Still, will wasn't the only path. Hidden requirements, buried deep within the game's mechanics, also offered evolution triggers. But they were obscure, unpredictable, and rarely achieved.

Kyle didn't care. He wasn't betting on mystery mechanics anymore. He had power, preparation, and a plan.

He was done waiting.