The next second, Wilbur thought of his informant, genius hacker Layla Chessler. Back when the Abyss Mercenaries were still around, Layla had been able to get information on just about anything save for a few forbidden areas. The call connected, and Wilbur said, "Layla, look up the fire that just happened at the Lantech Building for me and get back to me ASAP with anything you can find." "Yes, sir." Barely fifteen seconds later, Layla piped up. "Sir, according to sources from Greensource Corp, the fire was started by a level B assassin working for them named Demetra. Demetra escaped, and Greensource Corp is currently looking for him." "So, it was him," said Wilbur. "Can you find anything on the assassins at Greensource Corp?" "I only have a portion of the data," said Layla. "That's fine. Send whatever you can find to my phone." "Okay. Give me about five minutes." The call ended, and Wilbur received the information as promised five minutes later. He opened it and saw that
"How dare you!" "Marie is a Jonan, and her antiques belong to the Jonan family. You can't just buy them off like that!" "Let me speak, Uncle Greg," the young man spoke up then, and Greg let out a sigh before retreating to the side. "Sure, Pratt. You talk to him." The young man took two steps forward, smiling at Wilbur with an outstretched hand. "Hello, Mister Penn. My name is Pratt Jonan, grandson of Walton Jonan, the current head of the Jonan clan." Wilbur did not shake Pratt's hand, merely smiling and nodding. "My apologies, but I'm not interested in knowing about your family affairs. Mister Greg here should have explained it to you well enough. I'm sure you know that I obtained those antiques through completely legal methods, so I don't see why it would be deemed null." Pratt paused for a beat, before smiling at Wilbur. "I know you purchased the collections through Madam Marie, but those antiques are very important to our clan. I wonder if you would be so kind as to sell
There must be cultivators in the Jonan family of fairly decent skill, or they would not be after a pair of such normal-looking gloves. Besides, the fact that they were willing to spend thirty billion dollars on a pair of gloves was proof enough of just what those gloves were worth. Wilbur was certain then that he had hit the jackpot with the gloves. He returned to his room, carefully inspecting the gloves. They looked frightfully normal, and Wilbur even found that he was unable to channel his spiritual energy into them. The gloves were also not heavy at all, almost as light as a sheet of paper. Had Wilbur not witnessed the gloves absorbing the power of destruction last night, Wilbur would hardly have dared to imagine just what would happen if he used the gloves to shield an attack from the power of destruction. Now that he did know, however, he might as well give it a try the next time Greensource Corp sends someone new after him. … Over on another end, Pratt and Greg rushe
"Very well. Come with me, then. I'll show you what real cultivators look like." Ecker was overjoyed to hear the words. He was a big fan of cultivation but had never been able to start on his cultivation journey as he had to provide for his entire family. Greg's offer to bring him to meet some real cultivators excited Ecker greatly, and he followed Greg all the way to a basement in the manor. The basement consisted of three levels. The first was a storeroom, the second was a study with many books on cultivation, and the third was a space with a maze-like layout. Ecker turned to Greg. "Are there cultivators here, Mister Greg? Is that why you've brought me here?" "Pipe down. Just come with me," said Greg. Greg wove through the maze on the third level of the basement with Ecker in tow, heading toward the center of the maze. There was a tall, round podium there with steps leading up to it that the two men climbed. On the top of the podium sat a bearded old man whose top of his
Before Ecker could even finish his sentence, the old man had completely absorbed Ecker into his body. The old man's body vibrated as a ball of energy swam around inside it, after which Ecker's bones were shaken out and scattered across the ground. The old man let out a burp as if he had just finished a meal, before scoffing at Greg. "This sacrifice's far too old. Could you find me a younger one next time?" Greg nodded profusely. "Yes, of course. Don't worry, Holy One, I'll find you a younger sacrifice next time. Oh, and can the sacrifices be restored to just once a year once the gloves are found?" Sweat beaded on Greg's forehead as he spoke. Walton's family had only achieved their success and glory thanks to the Holy One transferring the luck from Albus' family to Walton's. That was what led to the downfall of Albus' family and the rise of Walton's. As repayment, Walton's family had promised the Holy One to bring him a sacrifice each year. However, Walton had accidentally ang
Greg felt regretful when he thought about the potential of attracting the police's attention if too many people went missing. If he knew this would be the case, he would not have used that guy in the first place. Now, the Jonan clan was in trouble, and things would likely get worse. Greg did not dare to stay. He went straight for the lobby and told Walton what the Holy One said. Walton was also a cultivator, but he was lousy, being stuck at the pre-Ambience level. "What? A daily sacrifice?" Walton looked at Greg with shock. He widened his eyes and said, "He can go and look for sacrifices himself. Why is he placing this responsibility on my family?" Greg sighed and said, "Sir, what you're saying is meaningless. If we didn't use his powers back then, our family wouldn't prosper." "Who knows if it's true? Don't talk to me about luck. I think it was Albus' management issue that caused the fall of his family. My family succeeded on its own, and it has nothing to do with him."
"Sure. I'll come right away." Wilbur opened the door and saw Tina's mother standing there. Behind her was a young man and an old man. It was Greg and Pratt Jonan who came to look for him earlier that day. Greg asked, "Can we talk, Mister Penn?" Greg said on the balcony, "To be honest, Mister Penn, there's something from the collection that is very important to the Jonan clan. We came here for that." Wilbur said helplessly, "I told you when you came in the afternoon, Mister Jonan. I sent the collection of antiques to be sold off. You should know the rules of the market. The sender and the buyer won't know any information about each other. So, I can't help you. If you want to recover your losses, you should go to Cape's consignment department right now. I think you should be able to repurchase a part of your collection from them." "You!" Greg felt frustratingly angry, but there was nothing he could do about it. They were only trying their luck, after all. They wanted to test
Wilbur shrugged helplessly. To be honest, it was for their own good. Greensource Corp knew where Wilbur lived, after all. They could send assassins anytime. The suit guy from the night before was almost at the Emperor level. If they ran into the assassins from Greensource Corp, it would be bad for them. Tina said angrily after they left, "Those two sickos. Didn't that old guy give up on bidding back when Madam Marie auctioned her collection? Why are they trying to repurchase them now? That's so shameless of them." Wilbur comforted her by saying, "Forget it. They won't bother showing up again if they know what's good for them. Alright, it's getting late, you should rest early." "Yeah, you should rest early too." Tina left the balcony, but Wilbur stayed. It was because he sensed a ripple of unique energy coming his way. Meanwhile, Greg and Pratt crashed into a man in a white suit when they walked downstairs. The man was holding a white briefcase. "Are you blind? You should
Faye was clad in a beautiful wedding dress, hardly needing any blusher for how red her cheeks looked. Wilbur was also looking dapper in a fine tuxedo, and the bride and groom went around toasting to their friends one by one. Both their parents were overjoyed, knowing that their children had finally ended up with someone so wonderful. Everyone else was also brimming with smiles, drinking up a storm as the night went on. These people were all friends or subordinates of Wilbur and wanted nothing more than the best for him and Faye. There was no wedding emcee, and the ceremony was extremely simple, but the atmosphere was incomparable as everyone was nothing but smiles. The reception lasted all the way until late into the night, and even the newlyweds' parents got a little tipsy. The banquet ended at last, and the guests ushered Wilbur and Faye into their new bedroom. The newlyweds sat down facing each other, locking eyes. Faye lowered her head bashfully, and Wilbur looked
It was evening on Sealake Island when Wilbur returned. He stood on the long bridge, overwhelmed with emotion as he let out a hint of his aura. The island grew abuzz at once, and a series of familiar figures fought their way into Wilbur's line of sight. Wilbur smiled, stepping onto the island slowly. His smile grew as he came to the square, taking in the sight of Faye, Elsa, Faron, Shepard, and many others. Everyone else stared back at him, unable to hide the emotion on their faces. It had been so long since they had seen Wilbur, and there was no way for them to reach him. Words could not describe how much they had worried about and missed him. "I thought you were never coming back, Wilbur." Faye was the first to speak. Wilbur walked up to her, taking her into his arms. "I'm sorry. It'll never happen again. Everything's over now, and I'll never leave you again." Faye's heart soared as she broke out into overjoyed sobs. Everyone else was nothing but joyous as well. Fo
Bahamut, being a reincarnation of Kaiser himself, came slithering toward Wilbur. They both turned into their human forms, and a fierce battle broke out once more. Kaiser channeled his energy into Bahamut's body, giving Bahamut the upper hand over time. At last, Bahamut severely wounded Wilbur with a blow of his sword, causing Wilbur to fall from mid-air. "Hahaha!" Kaiser appeared suddenly then, laughing loudly. "Nice work, Bahamut." "Thank you, Master." Bahamut retreated behind Kaiser, looking at him coldly. He whipped out a dagger from his sleeves all of a sudden, driving it deep into Kaiser. Kaiser flipped around sharply, grabbing Bahamut's wrist and glowering at him. "Have you lost your mind?" Just then, the Dark Lord's voice sounded from Bahamut's throat. "You've stopped me many times now, Kaiser Fern! There's no way in hell I'll let you become the ultimate elite!" A furious Kaiser reached out to grab Bahamut's head, sucking him into his body. An explosion sounded throu
Just then, the Cold Lord muttered a spell. A series of snowy mountains descended from above, one of them striking Wilbur and Augheimer as the Cold Lord cackled. "Haha! Is that all you've got?" As his words rang through the air, the snowy mountain exploded with a loud boom into countless icy fragments to reveal Wilbur and Augheimer, standing tall and completely unaffected. "What?" "These imbeciles!" the Flame God shouted. The air around turned into a sea of flames at once, burning away relentlessly, but they vanished as soon as they came in contact with Wilbur and Augheimer's defense barriers. The Earth God shouted, "I'll settle this!" He muttered a spell, and the ground cracked open as Wilbur and Augheimer fell into a bottomless abyss. The Earth God smirked, and the crack began to close up. Yet just a few seconds later, the ground exploded as Wilbur and Augheimer flew back up. The Tornado God cast a spell to bring about a fierce gust of wind filled with countless razor-sh
The next second, Wilbur's Magic Dragon Blade made a gash in the air. The two men then wove through the gash, making their way to the lower dimensions from the upper dimensions and returning to Earth. The gash closed itself up, and a powerful wave of black miasma surged into the oceans from the heavens. It cleared up within a few minutes, and Earth was turned into a dark space. Several big fissures appeared in the heavens as the evil gods descended on Earth. The Blood God, the God of Destruction, the Cold Lord, the Flame God, the Earth God, the Tornado God, the God of Bloodlust, and the Snake God—all eight evil gods had descended upon Earth at the same time. Wilbur summoned the broken pieces of the Light Armor from the Fire Dragon Ring. The pieces radiated a white glow as they hovered in mid-air, and Wilbur quickly used his mind to put them together before wearing the Light Armor on his body. "Hahaha!" The Blood God laughed loudly. "I guess the universe dimensions aren't all
Hailey and Kayleen ducked out of the way before the pillars of light reached them, darting up to Sade at the last second as Hailey drove her sword into him at the same time Kayleen did the same with her spear. Hailey glowered at Sade. "You're the one who's really despicable here, Sade. Say goodbye to the world forever!" "Arghhhh!" Sade's body exploded in a flash of white light, disappearing out of sight. Hailey and Kayleen both got down on one knee. "At your service, Masters." Just then, Wilbur and Augheimer looked at the two ladies at the same time. Augheimer said, "At ease. You can both go back now, your work here is done." "Yes, Master." Hailey and Kayleen disappeared the next second. Just then, a fierce wind rolled over as a pillar of white light descended from the heavens as Odysseus appeared in front of the two men. "Wilbur Penn and Augheimer. I’ve finally found you. Tell me where the dimension guardians are, and hand them over!" A gleeful Odysseus reached out t
Sade threw his head back, laughing loudly. "No one has the right to replace me, no one! I'm the real dimensional guardian, the leader of the galaxy!" Just then, two figures appeared in the sky. They were Hailey and Kayleen, two of the other dimensional guardians. Hailey was holding a long sword as she scowled at Sade below her. "You went against the rules of the universe and changed its functions, Sade. And now you've killed Wilbur Penn, the cultivator who was supposed to replace you. For that, Kayleen and I are going to kill you today." Sade smirked at those words, not looking shocked at all. "I knew you two would never let me go for killing Wilbur. But he's already dead, and I still need to maintain order in the universe as a dimensional guardian. Even though you two may hate me, you can't kill me or you'd be going against the rules of the universe too, and have to be sentenced by Mister Richardson. Trust me, you won't end up in much better of a state than I'm in." Just then
Augheimer asked out of confusion, "What? To the upper dimension? All of a sudden?" Wilbur looked flustered, he replied, "There's no time to explain. Odysseus will be here in a while, and we won't be able to escape." Sade looked at Wilbur. He told Augheimer, "He's right. Believe him. Why would your close friend lie to you?" "That's right. He's a dimensional guardian, Sade. I begged Sade to go back in time here. Hurry up and come with me, Augheimer!" "Thanks, but if we're leaving, we should at least go to Buck Town and meet Felix one last time, right?" asked Augheimer. Wilbur looked at Augheimer in the eyes, there was a sense of familiarity that welled up all of a sudden. Wilbur instantly realized Augheimer had a secret in Buck Town, and perhaps it was very important to Augheimer. He helplessly nodded and replied, "Alright, we'll go to Buck Town first." Then, the three of them came to Buck Town through a transportation array. Augheimer grabbed Wilbur and ran. He said, "Run! F
"Damn it! Your second wish was supposed to be mine!" yelled Odysseus. Odysseus once captured a dimensional guardian's servant by chance, and he used him as leverage to obtain his final two wishes. His first wish was for Sade to guide him to the most powerful power of light spell. His second wish was for Sade to lead him to the Death Scepter. Odysseus mastered the power of two types of laws, the power of light and the power of death. He quickly grasped the intricacies of the power of death due to his unique talent. Odysseus wielded the might of both supreme spells with the Death Scepter and the most powerful power of light spell. Therefore, Odysseus gained immense confidence. His capabilities far surpassed most upper dimension cultivators, but he remained in the middle dimension. His desire was to once again capture a second dimensional guardian servant. Odysseus planned to acquire the Death Cloak by obtaining the servant's wish. Ultimately, he would combine the Death Cloak, D