With a loud thump, Wilbur landed on bowed legs, creating a crater several meters deep into the ground. He looked in front of him and lit a cigarette as he stood right there. A few minutes later, Elsa landed next to Wilbur. There was nowhere for the helicopter to land, so the pilot had no choice but to go back. Elsa took in the sight of Wilbur puffing on his cigarette and the crater around him, and she let out a huff. "You're really something else, man." "I'm alright," Wilbur said calmly. Elsa shrugged, not knowing what to say in response. "Do you think the monster could have run somewhere else?" Elsa asked worriedly. Wilbur said, "He's right here." Just then, the figure of someone running wildly appeared within their sight. Wilbur frowned. Elsa was shocked to find out that the wound on the monster had somehow healed. The bloody hole on its waist was gone, and so was the one on its chest. The monster radiated an overwhelming wave of spirit energy, making for a ter
The monster was unimaginably powerful, and any one of its attacks would be fatal. The cleaver slashed through the air, producing screeching sounds with every move. Ryder was skilled and agile. He weaved through the attacks from the cleaver as his blazing dagger stabbed the monster in various places. Both parties were equally skilled, and it was hard to tell who had the upper hand. Elsa looked on worriedly. "Aren't you going to help?" "You heard the guy. I'm not allowed to intervene," Wilbur said helplessly. Elsa shook her head. "Surely the rules don't matter at a time like this." "You go, then. I'm not trying to convince someone to let me break their stupid rule," Wilbur said, lighting up another cigarette and taking a long drag. Elsa glared at Wilbur. "Are you trying to get me killed? Do I look like I'm a match for that monster?" "Well, there's nothing I can do about it," Wilbur said. Elsa had no choice but to keep a close eye on the battle, praying with all her migh
Ryder had not expected the monster to still be capable of something so terrifying. Ryder had practically exhausted his spirit energy by then and he had no way of fighting back. Yet he did not give up. He let out a howl as he exploded with the last of his spirit energy. The dagger roared into burning flames once again as Ryder lunged at the monster. Ryder did not give up even at the last second. The idea of running away did not even cross his mind. He used the last of his strength in a fight to the death, not backing away in the slightest. Elsa was so terrified she had let out a scream. Even she could tell that Ryder was walking right into a death trap, and there was no way he was a match for the monster. Wilbur let out a sigh. He opened and closed his palms, which exploded with spirit pressure as he shouted, "Lethal Earth!" He did not stop after that, gesturing with his palms again and shouting, "Quad Thunder!" Wilbur seemed to complete everything in a matter of seconds.
Wilbur frowned as he said, "He has the ability to gain immense spirit energy and physical strength by absorbing the lives of other humans, almost in the form of sacrifice. That's pretty similar to some cults' cultivation methods." Elsa did not say anything. That was something beyond what she knew, nor had she heard of such things. She turned to look at Ryder, expecting him to say something instead. Yet Ryder swayed before keeling over and passing out on the ground. Elsa cried out, "Are you okay?" "He's fine. He's just exhausted from overusing his spirit energy. However, his left arm is in a pretty bad state and needs tending to," Wilbur said with a frown. Elsa whipped out her walkie-talkie, calling for the helicopter at once. It flew over in no time, and Wilbur hauled Ryder onto the helicopter along with the man's corpse before they flew away. Following that, Ryder and the man's corpse were placed in the special forces department. Wilbur returned to Sealake Island, dism
Orin fell silent for a long time before finally saying, "I told you before that the Campbell family has a thousand-year-long legacy. There were cultivators in our family at the start of that legacy, you know." "Yes, you've mentioned that before." "The Campbell family history is a long and remarkable one. According to the scrolls our ancestors left behind, we were a family of cultivators ourselves during ancient times. At our peak, we even had our own sect that took in pupils." "Really?" That was the first time Faron had heard this, and he was pretty shocked. Orin glanced at him before continuing. "However, toward the end, during the end of the last imperial dynasty and the beginning of the revolution, every single one of the cultivators in the Campbell family died. The survivors had little to no powers, and with time, our current generation is now completely mortal. I am a mortal myself, with no talent for cultivation and no chance at being a cultivator." "Well, isn't it impr
"There's not much to consider. I'll never agree to the marriage," Faye said determinedly. Wilbur fell silent for a long time. Finally, he said, "Well, I'll go with you since you've made up your mind. I'm not going to let anyone force you into anything, not even your father." Faye kissed Wilbur on the cheek all of a sudden before making a run for the door as she said, "I knew you'd help me, Boss!" Wilbur stared at the door as it closed, rubbing at his face as he said furiously, "Keep up with that teasing, and I swear to god I'll do you in one day!" Just then, his phone rang. Wilbur scoffed and picked up the call. "Hello." "Mister Penn?" A voice said. Wilbur frowned. "Who is this?" "It's Orin Campbell." "Oh, Mister Campbell! How can I help you?" "Someone from Northseecher is asking for you. Would you mind meeting with them?" "Northseecher?" "Yes. It's the head of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense." Wilbur paused before asking, "Where?" "You can
Wilbur looked over. The man was old and wrinkled, hunched over as he walked. He was sporting a bowler hat and a pale gray tracksuit. The cane in his hand was black, with a bright red jewel the size of an egg on top of it. He looked like a man who had been around for a long time, but one with wealth and status. The old man smiled at Wilbur as he walked over, his face wrinkling from the gesture. "Let me introduce myself." The old man sat down next to Wilbur with Jasmine's help. "My name is Albert Joeman." Wilbur poured Albert a cup of tea and nodded at him. "Please have some tea, Honorable Mister Joeman." "Please drop the honorifics." Albert shook his head. "I'm just an old geezer with one foot in the grave." Wilbur smiled and looked at Albert. Albert said, "Don't bother looking. I've got some amount of spirit energy in me to be in charge of the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense." Wilbur said nothing, taking a sip of tea. "Ryder told me that you're incredibl
Wilbur's brows furrowed once again, his gaze flashing. Albert shook his head. "It's not up to me. Anyone in my position would do the same. You have to understand that this is about the safety of our country." Wilbur slowly leaned back against the sofa and stayed silent. Albert said, "What's wrong with joining the department, anyway? We have a great deal of power and a pretty nice salary. Wouldn't it be better for Cape's development if you put that power to good use?" Wilbur stared at Albert, caught off-guard by his statement. This old man seemed to know all his secrets and was exposing them like it was nothing. It was quite a shock that the old man was encouraging the abuse of power for personal gain. Albert smiled. "Don't look at me like that. This isn't that big of a deal to people like us. We're all just doing what we need to get by. It's true that we get paid pretty well, but you're going to need a side gig or two if you want to live truly comfortably, aren't you? I'll