Wilbur looked over at Madam Marie, who could only shake her head. After all, those collections had been stored together, and Madam Marie had no idea which items belonged to her father or her grandfather. "Yes, I'd seen them from a very young age. My father took very good care of them." "Do you know where they came from?" Wilbur looked at Albus, hoping that he would get an answer that was satisfactory. Alas, Albus shook his head. "No. My father loved them, but I don't know where they came from." Wilbur could not help feeling disappointed and got to his feet. "Alright, then. Sorry to disturb you, Mister Albus. Please rest well, and I'll be on my way." Wilbur was about to leave when Albus' voice rang from behind him. "Wait." "What?" Wilbur turned around, looking at Albus. "Is anything the matter, Mister Albus?" "Could you show me those gloves again?" "Of course." Wilbur handed the gloves to Albus, who inspected them once more before saying, "Yes, I'm sure. My father ne
If Albus' story had really happened, it meant that there were other parts of the Light Armor strewn around the world. Collecting all of them would make a full set of armor. As for the Light Warrior and the Dark Lord, the fact that this world had not been destroyed by them suggested that they might have reached the limits of their body by the time they arrived here— or that both of them had died together. 'Wait a second!' A thought flashed into Wilbur's head. The Greensource Corp assassins each had a flame crystal core containing the power of destruction. The thought made Wilbur widen his eyes. Could the top dog of Greensource Corp be the Dark Lord from that different world? If that were the case, all of Greensource Corp's actions would be explained. After all, the power of destruction was not something just about anyone could control, but only an elite who could supply the power of destruction and combine it with the flame crystal core. Wilbur could not think of someone capa
It was not long after when Beverly responded, "Deacon Penn, your findings have drawn the attention of the department's higher-ups. The department is now re-analyzing how big of a threat Greensource Corp might be, and you might receive a special mission if anything comes up. However, that won't happen in the near future yet." "So, what are the department's intentions?" asked Wilbur. Beverly said, "The department suggests that you continue everything as normal. Deacon Penn. Continue your investigation into Greensource Corp, and don't forget to keep yourself safe." Wilbur hung up the call, gasping deeply. He found it strange that the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense was not really doing anything about something so big, but various cultivators practicing evil sorcery in the past ten years had also contributed many things in exchange for powers from other dimensions. The power of light and the power of destruction probably seemed like any other regular power to the depa
Kyra gazed at the sun with a smile. "Maybe I've been hiding behind a mask for too long, but I need friends. Do you understand the kind of deep-set loneliness in the furthest corner of your heart?" Wilbur looked at Kyra. Despite not knowing what Kyra's goal was, Wilbur's time in the Abyss Mercenaries had given him a rather pragmatic view of life. It was best not to trust anyone too much, regardless of what you were doing. Some people might have their loyalty bound to a different group, pouring their hearts out to you one second and trying to kill you the next. Kyra had not revealed her identity from the start, and thus Wilbur knew that he could not drop all his defenses around her. This friendship between the both of them was just a form of protection from each other. However, the price to pay for wanting to win the battle against Cametra and its two major factions would go beyond what Wilbur was willing to pay. Thus, Wilbur was willing to take the chance since Kyra had offered.
Wilbur hung up the call and looked up at the sun, a plan hatching in his mind. To guarantee that Tina and her mother would be able to live a peaceful life in Cametra, Wilbur had no choice but to work together with Kyra. However, if he continuously listened to Kyra, she might use Tina and her mother as hostages to force him into doing things for her. Thus, Wilbur needed to do something so that Kyra would at least know who she was dealing with. That way, she would understand that she was on the same level as Wilbur and that there was no gap in their power. Attila was a level B assassin from Greensource Corp. He was infamous, and many accidental deaths had happened because of him in the middle of his missions before. In fact, he had dozens of people he had accidentally murdered. Attila's code name was Demon. He was a man with terrible values, and many people would be happy if he was dead. Wilbur did not actually want to take down people like Demetra, an orphan who had become an
Despite the fact that Wilbur did not know how the dragon's head had absorbed the Holy One's power of light and power of destruction, Wilbur was now free to use the two powers stored in his body. Attila widened his eyes at the black miasma on Wilbur's right fist. "Trevor Penn, how are you… You're not Trevor Penn! Do you think you scare me, you f*cking bastard? I'm going to kill you!" Attila took advantage of Wilbur not having channeled his full force yet to attack Wilbur at full force. At the same time, Wilbur clenched his fist and threw a punch in Attila's direction as well. Both fists connected, and Attila's right arm exploded to pieces after being overwhelmed by the power of destruction, scattering it all over the ground. "You've lost your chance." Wilbur attacked once more, punching Attila in the stomach. All at once, Attila's entire body exploded into pieces. Wilbur put Attila's deep-red flame crystal core and its wisps of black miasma into his demiplane, smirking as he
Wilbur, who was disguised as Trevor, stood there at that moment. He showed no signs of moving away. "F*ck! Fine, go ahead and die!" Jeckle moved back inside and drove toward Wilbur at full speed. Jeckle killed a lot of people as an assassin, so he did not mind killing another. They were in the middle of nowhere anyway. No one would know if he killed someone. Vroom! Jeckle floored the accelerator and went straight at Wilbur. Just as he was about to crash into him, Wilbur leaped on top of the car. Then, Wilbur gripped his right fist and punched through the roof gabbing Jeckle by the neck. "Damn it!" Jeckle abruptly stepped on the brakes and opened the car door at the same time, then rolled out of his car. A powerful spiritual energy burst from his body when he landed on the ground. He looked around and asked, "You're that freak, aren't you? Come over here and die!" Jeckle abruptly turned around. He discovered that Trevor stood several meters behind him. He was perplexed whe
Wilbur did not want to wait anymore. The spiritual energy in his body erupted. He flicked his wrist and the thunder cleaver appeared in his hand. He stepped toward Jeckle and said, "Jeckle, today will be your doom." "Haha!" Suddenly, Jeckle rolled his head back to laugh loudly. He said, "I knew it. You all treat me like a dog. Do you think you can order me around? Do you think I'm not prepared? I saved the most precious red potion for myself. Now, I can finally use it." Jeckle took out the red potion and injected it into his arm, then looked at Wilbur with bloodshot eyes and said, "I'll kill you first, Trevor Penn! Then I'll go back and kill Damon too! I'm going to replace him! I'll be the S-rank super-assassin!" Wilbur stood there, he was not in a rush to fight Jeckle. On the contrary, he wanted to find out what Jeckle would turn into after he injected the red potion. The red potion sped up the blood flow in Jeckle's body, enlarging his muscles in the blink of an eye. The ve