[Return To The Dominion] 《8 minutes remaining until you are ejected from the saferoom.》 The white room with the singular table lay in front of him. 《You have selected [Dangersense] [Dangersense] level 0 -> level 1!》 The change in his mindset was distinct. Not from the [Dangersense] skill but from his Epic. He could feel his doubts wash away as the Epic urged him forward. He knew logically that the skill was impacting his mental state. But it didn't feel like he was someone else. He was just a bit more confident. That was all. He had a plan, now it was time to execute. Rhys strapped Avale's kite shield to his back. The strap he used for his knives could hook the shield, albeit in an unstable position. It went over the top of Kael's longsword, uncomfortable, but would protect his torso from any surprise shots from behind. He had a loaded crossbow in his left and a gun with three bullets left in his right.

Chief enforcer Ami was having the worst day since she had received her promotion. Firstly, incompetent adventurers had let a blacklister with a bounty walk out of the Guild hall. Six to one. Then the Realmers watching the security feeds had lost the blacklister in what was the most surveilled city in the second sector. After they had mobilized and created a net, gunfire was reported off the main road, closer to the Guild than where they were searching. Ami had arrived before any of her other enforcers and had to wait for their sniper to get in position. The other enforcers stood behind their trucks, making a perimeter, guns out, pointed at the shop. A voice crackled into her earpiece. It was a Realmer manning the security feeds. "All the store's cams have been cut off. Recordings do show the blacklister tying old Jecharim after breaking his arm." Everyone knew Jecharim, that cranky old Realmer. Ami shook her head. This had to be the dumbest blackl lister she had ever heard of. W

"Mphh," "Shut up! I haven't driven a manual in ages!" Rhys still had the old man on his lap. He didn't dare move Jecharim off him. He also didn't try to stop the old man from head-butting him. Just using a palm to stop the old man from cracking his skull against a realm two skull. "Stop it, old man. That's really annoying" He wasn't expecting that to stop Jecharim from head-butting him, he was fully egging on the old man, hoping the erratic actions would stop any would-be heroic sharpshooters. The original reason Rhys hadn't knocked out the old man was because he had zero idea how much force to use. Last thing he wanted was to accidentally break the old man's neck. He still remembered how easily Jecharim's arm snapped. Rhys drove through the first city gate. An archway of enchanted stone, weakened by the fact that it was in a levelled zone. It could still survive a bombardment by an eighth realm adventurer. He shuddered at the turrets on the top. This was a city still designed