Ex rank talent Awakening: 100% Dodge rate

Lilith felt the urge to take her summons on a hunt but restrained herself. Contacting Aaron and his group remained her top priority. With her wings spread once more, she soared through the sky toward Aaron's guild—the closest among the ones she needed to visit.

As she landed before the building, a player assigned to guard duty stepped forward to block her path. It was part of his job to earn guild points by keeping unwanted visitors away.

"What do you want?" he asked, standing squarely in her way.

"I'm here to see Odin," Lilith replied calmly, her expression neutral and composed.

"Hah! When will you lot learn?" the guard scoffed. "The guild master's busy. He doesn't have time for your kind of antics."

The way he looked at her made it obvious he had already dismissed her as one of those pretty-faced women who thought they could use their looks to gain an audience with the guild master and start some romance-fueled shortcut to power. He found such people disgusting—and unfortunately, he'd seen far too many try their luck lately.

"Odin? Busy?" Lilith muttered, mildly amused. It was difficult to associate the jovial, carefree Aaron she knew with someone buried in work.

"Hey! Watch your mouth! You don't have the right to talk down about my guild master!" the guard snapped, his tone defensive and cold.

"My apologies," Lilith said wryly. "Just tell him Lilith wants to meet. That's all. He'll come himself."

"It seems you didn't hear me the first time," the guard barked, his voice rising. "My guild master is busy. Be on your way!"

Lilith's expression darkened, her patience beginning to fray.

"Did you not hear me?" she said, her tone colder. "I asked to see Odin. Let me through."

"I don't take orders from you," the guard snapped. "Leave now, or you'll be branded a trespasser. And don't think I'll hold back just because you've got a pretty face. Bitches like you infuriate me the most."

A wand appeared in his hand, magical energy pulsing faintly from it.

Tension thickened in the air, drawing the attention of nearby players who began gathering, curious to see what would unfold.

Lilith, done tolerating the disrespect, stepped forward without hesitation until she stood just a few centimeters from the guard.

"Move. Or I might take action," she warned coldly.

The player sneered. "You really are dumb, aren't you? I warned you."

He swung his weapon at her without another word.

Boom!

Lilith's kick landed before he could react, sending him flying into the guild wall with bone-jarring force. She didn't even glance in his direction as she resumed her walk toward the entrance.

"Halt!" a cold voice rang out.

Another figure stepped forward—an elite player of the guild. He had just been leaving on a quest but had stopped when he saw the attack. He had only seen Lilith kicking the guard and assumed she had started it.

"How dare you attack one of ours in our own territory! You must be bold—but your boldness ends here."

"He disrespected me," Lilith replied coldly. "And I don't tolerate insults."

She stared him down with absolute calm. Why should she feel fear? She was far stronger than even their guild master.

"I see. You're arrogant," the elite player said, his tone darkening. "Guess I'll have to teach you a lesson."

He vanished in a blur, his form reappearing behind Lilith, a dagger glinting in his hand. He was an assassin, well-known in the guild for his lethal precision and deadly speed.

"You know," Lilith said without turning around, "if you'd taken a moment to assess the situation before attacking, you might've saved yourself some pain. But no—you were too proud, too stupid to think."

Her voice was steady, emotionless.

"Petrifier."

The ancient snake coiled around her shoulder uncurled, its head lifting. It looked small—almost like a newborn viper—but its eyes locked onto the assassin.

The elite player felt dread seize his spine. Instinct screamed at him to flee, but it was already too late.

He met the snake's gaze.

That was the last thing his brain could process.

In an instant, his body froze, transformed into cold, smooth stone.

The crowd that had gathered stood in stunned silence. They'd expected either a crushing defeat for Lilith or a drawn-out battle between two powerful players. No one had imagined a one-sided fight ending in seconds.

The elite player now stood as a perfect sculpture—so flawless that, had they not witnessed it, the crowd would've believed it to be a marble masterpiece carved by a genius artist.

Lilith didn't even spare the statue a glance as she continued walking.

"I'll be sure to give Aaron a piece of my mind when I see him," she muttered, still irritated by the rude behavior of his guild members.

"Stop right there!" more voices shouted.

Several guild members leapt in to block her path, their eyes burning with hostility. They prepared their spells and weapons, ready to strike.

Lilith looked at them, expression turning cold.

So much for diplomacy. Her plan to be peaceful and civilized had officially gone out the window.

They wanted a fight? She'd give them a lesson in fear they'd never forget.

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Meanwhile…

Aaron sat comfortably in his chair, still discussing plans with Dual Blade and Gold Goblin. The three were placing the final touches on a complex strategy.

"Guild Master!" an urgent voice interrupted them.

The door slammed open as the vice guild master barged in. He had wild green curls, glasses, and a long overcoat fluttering behind him as he entered.

"Forgive my intrusion," he said quickly, catching his breath. "But your attention is needed immediately. There's a woman attacking our guild members—she's too powerful. I'm afraid we need you."

Aaron's expression darkened. Someone attacking his guild? That was a blatant challenge to his authority. Even though he was planning to dissolve the guild soon, he didn't want to do it under such humiliation.

"Who dares?" Aaron said coldly, rising to his feet.

He gestured for the vice guild master to lead the way. Dual Blade and Gold Goblin followed close behind.

As they exited the building, the vice guild master pointed toward the source of the chaos.

"There! That's her!"

Aaron turned to look—and stopped mid-step.

"Hmm?" he muttered, confused. "Lilith? And… who exactly is she fighting?"