The stab 'em as they enter technique was an oldie but a goodie. It happened much more often in the Settler generation, when the countries of Terra Prime fought each other over Trial entrances. Rhys had come up with the idea while talking to Barry about dealing with Trial intrusions.He had started running the moment he'd kicked Garbolt out of the Trial entrance. He wasn't stupid. Whatever team that entered next would be prepared for another surprise attack. The best-case scenario was that another team wouldn't enter. Either way, he'd have more time if whichever team came next would comb the Trial for surprise attacks.Getting rid of extra spare capacity was just a bonus.He slashed Kael's longsword at a golem made entirely of dirt. The blade shattered a manacore that was moving around the exterior. Five more golems on stubby legs were shambling towards him.《Trial Quest updated! Publicly, you have not taken any sides with the war against the demon king. In reality, t

The path of a blacklister was one that was uttered in hushed whispers amongst adventurers. It was a sensitive topic in Dominionnet where those native to The Dominion posted under verified accounts. It was something more commonly talked about in the cesspools of the internet, where minmaxing cretins on Terra Prime liked to hypothesize without caring about what it actually meant.In the rare situations where it happened, it would often be for a priceless relic or a truly evil Trial. In these situations, the adventurers would always be deep into their Dominions. A minimum of fifth, normally eighth Dominion was when a solo adventurer could have the breadth of skills to feasibly cover their weaknesses.What would happen if someone tried to do it from the very start?Was it even possible?Garbolt didn't know, but he wasn't going to be the captain that had let a psychopath grow out of control. He started muttering orders."He won't use his gun. Trevolt, stay behind with

One could argue that Rhys should have gone back and searched the reliquary for more hints and details on what could have lain ahead. He would argue differently. The golems and the guardians were the hint. A guardian that got more dangerous the more time he wasted on the dungeon? That was all the hint he needed to move his ass.Also, he really didn't want to go snooping around a chamber with Kingsley's guts lying everywhere.His argument proved valid as he appeared in the middle of an enormous summoning circle. A completely flat surface with complex runes etched into the ground. Outside of the circle was a complete warzone. Small stone golems swarmed against a medieval army of mortals.Rhys couldn't hear anything outside of the summoning circle. He'd bet anything that there was a barrier at the edges.The diameter of the spell circle had to be half a mile long. Two purple crystals floated at opposite ends inside the circle. Both of them were about the size of his tors

Rhys's feet touched the ground fifty feet from the strategist. The landing didn't hurt, neither did his bleeding nose. He rushed forward once again, the adrenaline and the thrill pushing him on. He still had one advantage. 《Forty five seconds》 No, he had two. His hood had blown back during the freefall. Avale's shield wall shifted slightly, as if flinching. Maybe it was just his imagination… no, he'd definitely seen it when he was prising the shields apart, he'd seen into the eyes of Avale. It was the same look that Chris had given him. Avale, the upgraded melee-mage strategist, was afraid of him. Rhys laughed as he ran at the line of converging golems. Avale had offered a deal with no timer while he was fighting a war. Avale had practiced enough martial combat to learn [Shield Bash] but had been toppled over by a measly realm one [Infiltrator]. The strategist, a Trial boss, was afraid of him. Oh, he could use tha

He woke in the fetal position, clutching desperately at his chest. Everything hurt. His torso felt like it had empty holes in it that wouldn't close, he was dying, he was dead. He had died. Kael was sprawled on concrete. People in the background shouted in surprise at his appearance. They approached, but that wasn't right. He had to move. He couldn't let himself stop here. Mustering all the willpower he could, he leaped backwards. Back into the System Portal that had spat him out. He collapsed into the Arbiter’s Void, still clutching his chest. The Arbiter knelt next to him, their androgynous elven features showing concern at his state. "Welcome Kael. You know you have made yourself Realmbound?" Kael tried to get up but collapsed under the pain. "Y-yes." "Then I have some refreshments for you. It's time to celebrate." "What?" A glittering golden orb floated up and appeared in front of Kael's eyes. He rea