Leon lay on the bed, his right arm tucked under Elizabeth, who rested against him with a satisfied smile. The duvet covered both of them—his chest exposed, hers completely wrapped beneath the sheets, save for her head and one arm, which slowly traced light circles across his chest with her fingers.
The room was quiet, their breaths still settling from the intensity of the sex they just had.
Then came her soft voice, laced with a warmth that only grew when they were alone.
"Now… can you tell me why you took your time in the trial?"
Leon let out a low hum, his gaze fixed on the ceiling, his thoughts flickering. "It had to do with my talent."
She said nothing she just kept tracing those circles on his chest. That was one of the things he liked about her. Elizabeth never interrupted when she sensed something important was coming.
Leon didn't want to lie to her—but he also couldn't reveal everything. Not yet.
The truth about his talent wasn't something the world was ready for, not even those closest to him. Still, he would give her a glimpse.
"My talent allows me to add points to my stats."
The fingers on his chest froze.
Elizabeth slowly sat up, the duvet slipping down her upper body, but she wasn't embarrassed. Her expression wasn't teasing now—it was stunned.
"What… did you just say?"
Leon smiled—not just at the view, but at the exact reaction he'd expected. A part of him couldn't help showing off to the woman he loved.
"You heard me," he said, voice steady. "My talent lets me add points… directly to my stats."
She stared at him in silence.
Not because she didn't hear it the first time, but because the implication took time to sink in. This wasn't a game or a simulation.
This was real life—where improving stats was a long, grueling process involving physical training or achieving "Enlightenment" to advance in rank. What Leon just described was practically cheating.
Her voice returned, more cautious this time. "What's the rank of the talent?"
Leon scratched the back of his head, putting on his best sheepish smile. "It's… Extraordinary."
Elizabeth went completely still.
"..."
Leon mirrored her silence.
"...Just Extraordinary?" she finally asked, eyes narrowing slightly.
"What do you mean, 'just'?" he chuckled.
"That's not what I meant…" She glanced away briefly, catching herself. "You said you could add points to your stats. I assumed the rank would be higher."
Leon gave a practiced shrug. "Well, the points don't just appear out of nowhere. I have to fulfill specific conditions—every single day with no breaks. And it takes hours to achieve them."
The way he said it, one would think he had to climb mountains barefoot while reciting ancient incantations. But he didn't correct her assumption. That was the whole point.
Elizabeth rubbed her chin, thoughtful. "That… does make sense."
Leon kept a calm face, but inside he felt the tug of guilt.
'I'll make it up to you one day, he told himself silently.'
In truth, Elizabeth accepted his explanation not because it made perfect sense—but because her understanding of the world needed it to.
The idea that someone could simply add stat points was so absurdly powerful that her mind instinctively "nerfed" it, labeling it as a limited version.
That made it easier to process… and to accept.
Leon could handle the weight of such a reality because He was a reincarnator. He had the mindset, the experience, and the detached logic to keep himself grounded.
But for someone like Elizabeth—born and raised in this world—knowing the full scope of such a talent could shake her foundation of reality.
In a twisted way, Leon wasn't just protecting himself.
In a way he was protecting her, too.
Still, he knew—one day, when he stood unshakably at the top—he'd tell her everything.
And when that day came, he would no longer need to hide behind half-truths.
Leon shifted slightly, his arm tightening around Elizabeth's waist as he glanced down at her with a half-smile.
"Well, enough about me," he said, tone light but curious. "What about you? What talent did you awaken?"
Elizabeth had calmed down now, the earlier shock from Leon's revelation no longer clouding her expression and after a brief pause, she answered softly.
"I got an Extraordinary talent too," she said. "It's called Death Parade."
Leon's brows rose slightly, intrigued. He waited, not pressing—knowing she would explain in her own time.
"The talent lets me… see dead people."
Leon blinked. "So… you see dead people?"
Elizabeth nodded. "Yes. But that alone wouldn't make it an Extraordinary talent. The real strength lies in the second feature."
She shifted, her voice growing more serious.
"I can summon the dead."
Leon's eyes widened, the weight of that statement sinking in. He immediately understood what that meant.
Summoning the dead wasn't just creepy—it was devastatingly powerful. An army that didn't feel fear, didn't get tired, didn't need food or rest. It was a one-woman army.
A never-ending tide of death.
"That's…" he started, "That's an overpowered talent."
Elizabeth grinned, puffing her cheeks in mock indignation, her expression turning adorably pouty.
"I shouldn't be hearing that from you of all people."
Leon laughed, the sound light and genuine, as Elizabeth continued to pout playfully. She looked absolutely cute, and she knew it.
But then, with a soft exhale, she added the limitations.
"But to summon a dead soul, I need to have more energy than it did in life—whether aura or mana. And… the soul must have died less than 24 hours ago. Any longer, and I can't summon it. But apart from that, as long as those conditions are met, I can call them—even if I wasn't the one who killed them."
Leon was now beginning to wonder who the one with the Ex rank talent was but after some considerations he already knew the answer to his question.
"Still… that's an incredible ability. You could turn any battlefield into your playground."
Elizabeth nudged him lightly with her elbow, a smirk returning to her lips. "You better not forget that when I save you in a trial."
Leon chuckled again, pulling her closer as she nestled back into his side. "Deal. But don't expect me to go easy on you in a spar. Extraordinary talent or not."
Elizabeth rolled her eyes playfully. "Please. You'd let me win just to get another kiss."
He grinned. "It depends on how good the kiss is. Afterall I don't like loosing." Elizabeth gave him an 'I can't believe you said that' look before turning to live the room but Leon gently pulled her back to the bed before giving her a kiss which she happily accepted.
And in that quiet moment, wrapped in each other's presence, the tension faded—replaced by a shared warmth, deeper than physical, born of years of trust and the thrill of discovering that both of them were far more than ordinary.
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A/N: Please send power stones and leave reviews.
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