All four men spat out mouthfuls of blood, staring at Wilbur and his clone in disbelief. Just then, Wilbur's clone faded into nothing as his dragon aura returned to his body. Perry's jaw dropped open. "You've learned the cloning spell…" "What about it? Is that supposed to be a surprise to you?" Wilbur said, "Perry, I won't kill you today since we know each other. Go back and tell your leader that anyone can own the Nine Dragons Cauldrons if they are worthy and capable enough. Also, I won't be as nice the next time you come looking for me." He turned to leave after that. Billy's legs wobbled as he watched Wilbur walk away, and Billy fell to his knees before Wilbur respectfully. "Mister Penn, please forgive me! I'm willing to do anything you want me to as long as you forgive me, Mister Penn! Give me any order you wish, and I'll have it done." Wilbur glanced at Billy coldly. "I'll let you go today, you bastard. Get out of my way." "Thank you, Mister Penn." Billy heaved a huge s
Wilbur restored his body after channeling his dragon aura to rest. "I guess I still went too hard this time." The effects of the dragon aura surging through his body were terrifying, and Wilbur could only endure half the pressure of the energy surge. Nonetheless, he had filled his body with it at the manor. Despite the fact that Wilbur had taken his opponents down with just one move, using the dragon aura took a huge toll on Wilbur after it returned to his body. Had Wilbur not channeled it into the cauldrons in time, he would not have been able to keep it under control. Wilbur committed this limit of his abilities to memory. At the same time, Wilbur also realized that the explosive elements of the dragon aura would weaken slowly after being absorbed by the bronze cauldrons, eventually returning to a stable condition. This was something he had not noticed before, which only made Wilbur all the more confused about the cauldrons. That wise senior Fremont Skye had created such spec
"There's always a chance for things to turn around," Wilbur said before he placed the letter into the suggestion box. He then turned to face Madam Judy. "Since you considered selling the bronze cauldrons to me before, I'm sure I'll be able to win you over with my actions again, so you change your mind." Madam Judy's expression darkened. "You can very well continue if you find meaning in doing that, but I can tell you now that I'm not changing my mind. Nothing you do will change that." "But Madam Judy, you said…" Ellen piped up with tears in her eyes, trying to speak up for Wilbur. Yet just then, Madam Judy pointed at Ellen angrily. "This is an official notice, Ellen. You're fired. Please leave immediately." Ellen froze in the spot, dumbstruck. Her legs wobbled and she fell to her knees, kneeling in front of Madam Judy. "Please, Madam Judy, please don't fire me. This job is extremely important to me, please give me another chance." Madam Judy sighed. "It's not that I don't wan
"What's the big deal? It's just a job, isn't it? You could always get another one. Why put your life at risk over something like this?" Ellen wrenched herself out of Wilbur's grasp. "I didn't just lose my job. I've lost my whole life along with it. Nothing about me belongs to me, and I've tried so, so hard." "I think I can help you out there. I'll look for a job with you, and I'll help you with your family. I'll get those who bullied you to apologize to you and give you a normal life." "What did you say? You're going to make the people who bullied me apologize to me? Hahaha! Can you even do that?" Ellen snorted. She had never been able to escape her father, and she did not think it was something she would ever be able to do. Yet Wilbur's words gave Ellen a spark of hope. If everything had lost its meaning, the best thing she could hope for was the people who had hurt her before to be punished. "I can do that. But you need to promise me that you're going to live a long and won
"So, now that your mother's paralyzed, you're the breadwinner of the house but all the money you make goes to your father?" "Yes." Ellen took a deep breath, her eyes as she mustered up the courage to say, "I'm sure you didn't expect that, right? You must be thinking that I'm a complete joke. Well, go ahead. Laugh all you want." Wilbur shook his head. "No. I feel awful that you had to go through all of that. Dashan people do not like mocking others. Besides, I told you I would help you." Ellen barked out a laugh, tears welling up in her eyes. She had been ready for Wilbur to laugh at her and even abandon her, leaving her to leave the cafe awkwardly on her own. Yet not only did Wilbur not laugh at her, but he even comforted her, which had warmed her heart. After the cafe, Ellen brought Wilbur to the theme park at his suggestion. The two of them had a fun afternoon together until Ellen's father called her screaming. Ellen's smile froze on her face, and she turned to Wilbur. "I t
Howie rolled around in pain, glowering at Wilbur. "Just you f*cking wait, you bastard!" He got up after that, stumbling out of the door. "It seems like your father isn't the biggest fan of talking to me." Wilbur turned to Ellen, who had stepped out of her room and was staring at him in shock. She could hardly believe that Wilbur had defeated her own father so easily. Howie had been Ellen's worst nightmare ever since she was a child, but Wilbur had taken him down just like that. Ellen felt like she was in a dream, standing frozen in a daze not knowing what to say. "Get some rest. I'll make dinner." Wilbur grabbed the bag of food they had bought and went into the kitchen. Ellen eventually snapped out of her stupor, rubbing her cheeks in disbelief. She went back into her room, staring at herself in the mirror as tears streamed down her face. The dining table was laden with dishes not long after, making Ellen's heart warm once more. Just then, Ellen's mother Lisa asked, "Yo
Ellen screamed, "Watch out, Wilbur!" Wilbur grabbed the baton Howie swung at him, yanking it out of Howie's grasp as a fierce gust of wind swept past and made a chill run down Howie's back. The baton was somehow right on top of Howie's head, and he trembled as he stared at Wilbur. "W-What are you t-trying to do?" Wilbur yanked Howie into a room. "I think we should really have a talk about your family and your life, Mister Howie. You definitely owe Ellen and her mother an explanation." Howie snapped out of his daze then, flaring up in rage. "Who the f*ck do you think you are? My family is none of your business!" Wilbur kicked Howie to the floor, and a sharp pain spread through Howie's stomach as he rolled around close to tears. Wilbur asked, "Is it my business now?" "You… fine." Howie knew that he was no match for Wilbur and could only comply. Wilbur walked to the door and shooed the four hooligans away before closing the door and sitting down at the table. "Come on, Miste
Soon enough, the new guide on duty walked over. "Mister Penn, Madam Judy has made it clear that there's no changing her mind on the bronze cauldron, and she hopes you won't come here anymore." "Anything could happen. I understand where Madam Judy is coming from, but I'm sure I'll be able to touch her heart with my determination. Madam Judy will eventually sell the cauldron to me." The guide's face flushed. She was going to ask Wilbur to leave, only for him to be so fiercely confident that she had no choice but to say, "Alright, then. Do as you wish." Wilbur came out of the museum and received a call from Layla. "Sir, according to the latest news, the deputy leader of the Black Panthers, Bernard Stoli, is on his way to Migorn with the other three members of the Black Panthers. All eight members will gather in Migorn by noon today. Their next step will probably be to team up and go after you." "Please be careful, sir." "Of course. Don't worry about me. I can handle a few stra