"Immobilize them."


    "!!!"


    The other guilds could not see what was happening as the soldiers of the Wilder''s Harem had the explorers of the Cerberus guildpletely surrounded, but the thundering roars that cracked from their rifles repeatedly were enough for everyone to draw their own conclusions.


    "Did… Wilder''s Harem just massacred them!?"


    Commoners are a lot stronger than Lowborns, who could really only bepared to the humans of old who werepletely powerless. But of course, Lowborns did have abilities, but they were nothingpared to Commoners.


    But of course, even with them being a lot stronger than Lowborns, most of them were not actually bulletproof. Perhaps all of them could be, but they need a lot of Enhancers if they want to increase their strength and durability permanently — and it''s not even a guarantee, as Enhancers have different effects depending on what type of abilities one has.


    But most importantly, Enhancers are expensive and more often than not, limited. They were made from Adamantine, and the process of turning them into Enhancers that could improve one''s strength is costly, very much so.


    Of course, themon people actually had no idea what the process actually is — the only thing they know, is that the guilds won''t waste their time in actually using Enhancers to all of their members, only those who actually show promise.


    And the so-called newbies of the Cerberus guild? None of them were probably bulletproof. Too bad, however, as all the other guilds could really do was specte — not to mention they did not even notice their drones missing from the air.


    Soon, however, they heard a roaring cry; giving them proof of life, lives.


    "Are you crazy!?"


    Even Emilia, who had been trying her best to calm the situation down, could not help but be shocked as she instinctively crouched on the floor to protect herself. She quickly checked her body for any injuries, and fortunately it would seem she wasn''t hit at all — her guildmates were not offered the same luck, however.


    As she watched some of her guildmates groveling on the ground and holding their legs, the only thing she could really think of was that…


    …her brother ordered to shoot her down without even any hesitation. This thought did notst long, however, as she noticed a shadow actually protected her from the bullets.


    "...Brother," she whispered as she squinted her eyes at the silhouette.


    "Nope." But it wasn''t Rhys, however, but Ayesha who protected her, "Your brother must really hate your balls for him to shoot you along with these retards, kid. What did you even do?"


    "I''m—"


    "Were you truly trying to kill us!?"


    It would seem it wasn''t only Emilia who managed to not have her feet shot at, however. As Wade''s body waspletely covered in some sort of crystal which tanked all the bullets; unfortunately for those that were closest to him, the bullets that were supposed to be for him bounced toward them.


    Ayesha just nced at Emilia onest time, before just casually returning to Rhys''s side. Emilia looked at Rhys to see if he was going to say something to her, but he just remainedpletely stoic as Wade threw all sorts of profanities onto his face.


    "If I was trying to kill all of you, then all of you would have been dead," Rhys then finally lowered his hand, making all the members of the Wilder''s Harem lower their weapons, "I was merely dealing with a threat the fastest way possible without killing."


    "...Threat!? We were just minding our own business! You—"


    And before Wade could finish his words, Rhys once again raised his hand, causing him to strengthen the crystal armor wrapping around his entire body. His tension was unnecessary, however, as Rhys was actually just pointing at the drone floating above their heads.


    "Our drone has actually been focusing on your guild from the start," Rhys breathed out, "If we ask the HIU to review the footage, they would clearly see your guild slowly getting closer to us and deliberately throwing an orthros at us — what we did was self-defense. Excessive, sure, but this is the Underworld."


    "You… you''ve been getting on my fucking nerves from the start," Wade gritted his teeth as he stepped forward. Even as he did so, however, the soldiers of Wilder''s Harem remainedpletely still, "You do nothing but talk, and talk. Your face is everywhere, and you haven''t actually achieved anything."


    "Is that why your group decided to kill my people?" Rhys turned to look at Ayesha, "Doesn''t this mean that we could actually kill them?"


    "Pretty much," Ayesha shrugged, "This is the Underworld, boys — rules are different here."


    "Y—"


    "W… wait, brother. Please!" Emilia decided to intervene before Wade could even make the situation worse, "I''m… I''m sure they didn''t mean to do what they did. It was an ident!"


    "As your brother, Emilia — I am going to give you onest piece of advice," Rhys sighed, "These people are using you. Leave while you still can."


    "These people weed me, Rhys!" Emilia gritted her teeth as she stood in front of Wade.


    "You don''t even know these people."


    "And I don''t even know you," Emilia looked Rhys in the eyes as tears started to trail down her cheek.


    "You could have," Rhys, on the other hand, only smiled before turning around, "Everyone…


    …Pack up. We''re done here for today."


    ***


    "What… what is this!? We instigated the situation!? It was my guild that got shot at!"


    "Edward, calm down."


    "I am fucking calm!"


    A day after the situation in the Underworld, the guild master of the Cerberus Guild, Edward, was once again reading an article from his tablet. The poor tablet, hanging on to its dear life as Edward''s fingers were very slowly threatening to crush it into pieces.


    "What is this!?" Edward repeated his words as he pointed at the article, "Why is it saying that what that Lowborn did was justified!? What the fuck is this!? He had been targeting our guild for months and taunting us, and it''s our fault!?"


    "Well…" The vice guild master, Adam, was theplete contrast to Edward. Even with Edward throwing everything he could get his hands on, he was just seated on his chair while elegantly sipping a cup of coffee — but judging from the bags beneath his eyes, he probably truly needed that coffee.


    Of course, the bags of his eyes would not be the first one people would notice, it was his bright green hair that was almost showing a bright glimmer, the symbol of a Noble. The stronger the glow of a Noble''s hair, the stronger the blood running through their veins — but they weren''t necessarily stronger.


    The purest Noble in the history of the world, Valeria Valeryevich, whose blood was rated at 79.6%; was stated to have hair that almost lit up the room. But she wasn''t a fighter or an Explorer, however, and chose to live her life in istion until she died of old age. And currently, her descendant holds the No. 1 spot of the one considered to be the strongest in the world, Sorokin Valeryevich.


    Adam''s hair, however, only had a hint of a glow in it.


    "...This situation is sort of our fault, Adam," Adam sighed as he ced his cup of tea on the desk in front of him, only for the desk to be thrown away as Edward once again showed his rage.


    "How!?"


    "You recruited the man that killed his mother. And you also recruited his sister."


    "You''re the one who told me to recruit his sister!" Edward pointed at Adam.


    "Well, if we did not, we would have even been more ostracized by the people," Adam stood up, "And also, if this goes to court, Cerberus guild will take a hit. We could have… but if they find out you recruited mercenaries to pretend to be one of us — we''re done."


    "Damn it!" Edward kneeled on the floor in frustration as he roared; thumping his chest like a gori and causing all the ss in the room to vibrate, "This fucking Lowborn is bing a thorn in our ass!"


    "Just leave them be," Adam once again let out a sigh as he walked away, "You should just focus on the guild, Ed. All this stress is doing nothing for your already receding hairline…


    …I''ll find a way to deal with the Lowborn."


    ***


    "You seem to be getting in more and more troubletely, Mr. Wilder."


    "Ma''am."


    "But I didn''t call you here for any interrogation whatsoever, so…


    …what exactly are you doing in my house?"


    "...Dinner."


    Somewhere on the outskirts of Old York City, just a few kilometers from a designated Danger Zone, Maria came home to find Rhys waiting for her inside her house.


    "You deactivated my cameras, Mr. Wilder — you could have just called if you wanted my attention," Maria let out a small sigh as she ced the gun she was holding on top of the shoe cab before just calmly stepping further into the house, "And...


    ...how did you even get my address?"