I opened an adventurer's guild in another world.

Within the Evil King's Domain!

Omar, looking puzzled, observed the unfamiliar surroundings and fell into deep thought.

"Illusion?"

It's normal to have such thoughts when you're suddenly in a desolate place, even though you were just in the Adventurers' Guild a moment ago.

Omar made the same choice as the undead bone dragon Chris had made.

Remain inactive and await rescue from those outside the illusion.

Just then, a sword aura grazed past Omar and struck a small hill not far away.

boom!

The massive explosion was accompanied by towering flames and a violent tremor in the ground, causing the small hillside to crack and collapse.

Upon seeing this, Omar broke out in a cold sweat!

If you were hit without warning, your body would definitely be cut in two.

"Sorry, I missed."

Anno's voice came from not far away.

"But not this time!"

Whoosh!

The sound of something cutting through the air came from behind.

As Omar watched the sword beam, which was more than ten meters wide, fly towards him, he quickly dodged to the side.

Click!

The sword's edge carved a deep trench in the ground, then severed a stone pillar that was over ten meters thick.

"Huff, huff... Does this guy not need mana for his sixth-tier skills?"

Omar kept dodging Anno's attacks.

The pain from the flying pebbles hitting his face told Omar that everything here was not an illusion.

Although he didn't know where he had been transported to, seeing Anno constantly using sixth-tier skills to attack, Omar felt a glimmer of hope.

This level 35, tier 6 peak hunter, can only use tier 6 combat skills eight or nine times at most when at full strength.

Anno is only level 32.

If she squanders her magic power like this, she'll soon be at his mercy.

But things did not go as Omar had hoped.

Anno's magic power seemed inexhaustible, and his sixth-tier skills never stopped!

In just over ten seconds, he used five or six Tier 6 skills.

"Impossible, how is this possible? How could Anno have so many sixth-tier skills? And how could he have so much magic power?"

Once again, Omar narrowly dodged the attack, only to see lava gushing from the cracked ground beside him and countless fireballs falling from the sky. He quickly used his sixth-tier speed-up skill to escape.

Omar can't fly, so he can't fly into the air like Chris to avoid a lot of attacks.

At that moment, he felt as if he were trapped in a nightmare, and all he wanted was to wake up as soon as possible.

boom!

Another explosion.

Omar, unable to dodge in time, was blasted away.

As soon as it landed on the ground, more than a dozen ice spikes fell from the sky.

Puff puff...

The sound of ice spikes piercing flesh echoed one after another.

Although Omar rolled and dodged, he was still pierced by several ice spikes and lay on the ground staring wide-eyed at the sky.

Anno looked at Omar and clicked his tongue in amazement.

Compared to an opponent like Chris, Omar is far inferior.

Based on what Omar showed when he dodged Anno's attacks within the Evil King's Domain, even without using the [Evil King's True Eye], Omar wouldn't have any advantage in close combat against Anno now.

If Anno learns the sixth-tier skills, he can even overpower Omar!

However, as a hunter who is proficient in melee combat, ranged combat, and traps, Omar's strength is mostly reflected in the battle pets he has trained.

But when Omar entered the hall, he left his battle pet, the Jungle Leopard, outside the door—because of its large size.

However, even if Omar brings his battle pet into the hall, it cannot follow him into the Evil King's Domain.

Omar struggled to his feet, then collapsed back down.

He was clutching an icicle as thick as an arm to his abdomen, too afraid to pull it out.

Once it's pulled out, the bloody hole can't be sealed up.

Ice spikes were also inserted into Omar's left thigh and right shoulder.

The Evil King's Domain only lasted for one minute.

"Anno...is this...is this your true strength?"

As he spoke, blood kept gushing from Omar's mouth.

He looked at Anno, who was slowly approaching with a sword in hand, and said with a look of fear, "I'm not fighting anymore... I admit defeat, no, I admit my mistake! I'm already seriously injured, you can't really kill me! Killing someone in the royal city, especially a sixth-level professional, will be severely punished."

"Look at you! I gave you a choice in a nice way, but you insisted on using force, and now you're saying this!"

Anno walked over to Omar, who was slumped on the ground, carrying his sword.

The observer's report indicates that Omar is already seriously injured, so Anno is not afraid of being tricked.

He really doesn't want to kill Omar right now, since he hasn't received the compensation yet.

"I'll make those guys kneel at the guild gate for three days, no, five days!"

Omar was truly terrified at this point.

Only by fighting Anno can one know the monster-like strength of the opponent.

That seemingly inexhaustible magic shattered Omar's worldview, which he had held for half his life.

"What about the compensation?"

"No... President Anno, fifty million is too much, I really can't come up with that! How about a smaller amount?"

Despite the pain in his body, Omar forced a smile.

"How much can you afford?"

"One hundred and five million! That's all the savings I have!"

Omar, who had originally intended to say one million, quickly changed his mind when he saw the murderous glint in Anno's eyes.

"Twenty million gold coins, not a single copper coin less!"

Anno also knew that he had asked for an exorbitant price before.

An average sixth-tier professional's net worth is around one million gold coins.

After all, equipment, potions, and learning skills all cost money.

However, the leaders of the top ten mercenary groups should have at least 20 million gold coins!

"Twenty million! Okay... I agree!"

When Omar saw that Anno had placed the sword against his neck, giving him a look that said, "If you dare say no, I'll cut you down," he quickly agreed.

"untie!"

Anno uttered a single word softly.

Then Omar felt the scene change instantly, and he was back in the first-floor lobby of the Adventurers' Guild.

Omado hopes that everything that happened before was just a dream.

But the three icicles on his body told him...

He's really in deep trouble this time!

The four sixth-tier mercenaries who were surrounded by undead and dared not make a move saw Omar, who had suddenly returned, severely injured, and their pupils shrank!

That's a level 35 professional.

He was beaten up like this in less than two minutes after he left.

Moreover, after Omar returned, he even summoned the God of Contracts with Anno and signed a contract on the spot, compensating the Adventurers' Guild with 20 million gold coins!

The deadline is within one week!

"Anno, you can rest assured now!"

Omar asked weakly.

All he wants now is to leave this place as soon as possible and go to a priest for treatment.

bass!

With a flash of sword light, a shoulder flew into the air in front of Omar and the four sixth-tier mercenaries, much to their astonishment.

"Ah~!"

Caught off guard, Omar immediately screamed in agony.

Four Tier 6 mercenaries rushed to Omar's side. Two of them bandaged Omar's wounds, while the other two, covered in cold sweat, cautiously observed their surroundings.

They were worried they wouldn't make it out of the Adventurers' Guild today!

Anno sheathed his longsword, picked up Omar's right arm from his feet, and tossed it to a zombie beside him.

Why?

Omar looked at Anno with eyes full of hatred.

"Oh dear, I forgot to tell you, didn't I give you two choices before, and you refused? So this time I chose for you, it's the second one!"

Don't worry, I'll return your arm to you when you send over the compensation. You can just spend some money to have a priest at the Holy Church reattach it.

But you'd better hurry, or I don't know if this arm will become necrotic if you really delay for seven days.

Don't blame me for not giving you a chance; consider it a painful lesson learned.

Don't cause trouble at the Adventurers' Guild again!

Looking at the smiling Anno, the mercenaries felt as if they had seen a demon, their skin crawling with dread.

Omar felt deeply humiliated upon hearing this.

The forty-year-old man had tears welling up in his eyes.

Clang!

The doors of the Adventurers' Guild opened, and a gruff voice rang out.

"Hey Omar, don't let your temper scare our Chairman Anno. He just barely escaped with his life in Warrengle..."

Several leaders from different mercenary groups entered the guild hall. Looking at the room full of sixth-tier undead and Omar lying on the ground with his body pierced by ice spikes and his right arm severed, he couldn't help but fall into deep thought.