The old man said, "Senior Fremont made an agreement with the merfolk emperor Ramos who ruled the entire merfolk population. That agreement would come into effect automatically the second a human being made it to the merfolk world." "An agreement? What kind of agreement?" "There are nine checkpoints. If we pass all of them, Ramos will give the eighth dragon cauldron back to us and we'll be able to return to the human realm safely." "Well, what if we don't pass?" The old man turned to look at Wilbur meaningfully. "If we don't pass, we'll have to stay here forever." Wilbur looked around him and realized the view of the underwater city was quite beautiful. "The place looks great. How dangerous could it be?" "Wilbur, you must remember that unknown dangers lie beyond a beautiful surface. It's important to never be tempted, even if you see something beautiful." Just then, the two merfolk in front of them stopped in their tracks. They bowed to a slightly larger merfolk, who chatt
After all, Wilbur did not want to give up on the secret of the dragon clan just yet. Besides, Senior Fremont had forged the Nine Dragon Cauldrons and the Nine Dragons Painting himself. If Wilbur broke his promise, Senior Fremont might even send someone over to take the Nine Dragon Cauldrons away. Wilbur would have nothing then, and he was not having any of that. After channeling his dragon aura to rest, the first dragon cauldron slowly landed on the ground as Wilbur turned to Tracy. "Mister Tracy, I hope you'll keep this secret for me. Don't worry, I'll get you out of here." "Oh, that won't be needed anymore. That ant-man was far too powerful, Wilbur. He has crushed my internal system, so I won't last much longer. However, I don't have any regrets anymore." Tracy coughed. "Mister Tracy!" Wilbur rushed over to help Tracy up, who held up a hand to stop him. "No, please don't move me. I owe you an apology, Wilbur. I asked you to come because of a selfish reason. There's a secr
Despite not having known Tracy for a very long time, Wilbur had been immensely touched by the brotherhood between Tracy and his brother Truman. Wilbur turned to look at the gigantic hammer on the ground. He reached out, trying to summon it to fly into his grasp, but nothing happened. It seemed like the ant-man had not used spiritual energy to summon the hammer, but something else. Besides, the hammer seemed extraordinary. Its special aura drew Wilbur's attention. Since the Dragon's Altar was capable of cultivating all that energy and power, Wilbur was going to take the hammer back and see just how many grace points he could get out of it. Wilbur picked up the hammer, tossing it into his demiplane before heading into the camp. He found many wooden houses in the camp, which was probably where the ant-men had lived. There were wooden fences that stretched all the way to the entrance of a cave. There was nothing but fog to be seen beyond the cave as if it was somehow enchanted to b
"What kind of secrets?" Wilbur suddenly thought of the bright red dragon's head on his back. Since he was supposed to be special, unlike the others, did the dragon's head represent something? "Neither of us belongs to this dimension. Our souls came to this world to make a change, and my mission here is done. It's your turn now." Wilbur was dumbstruck. It was true that many mysterious things had happened to him in the past. Could all of this be linked to the dragon's head mark on his back? "Come on, my chosen one. All you have to do is follow my lead and you'll be able to find me. However, the cunning and ruthless Shadow Men also live in this cave. You must take them down, or you shall lose your chance. Remember, you only have one chance." "What?" Wilbur was going to ask more, but Stefan had stopped answering them. He began to lead Wilbur into the Cave of Korst from the passage on the left. Wilbur had no choice but to follow. Upon entering the left side of the cave, he rec
Was that the Shadow Men? Wilbur was in the middle of debating who the figure was when his shadow on the way suddenly reached out to grab him by the neck. At the same time, his shadow on the ground stood up and grabbed both of Wilbur's feet to yank him to the ground. Just as Wilbur fell to the ground, the shadow on the ground reached out and wrapped its arms around Wilbur, trying to yank his body downward. Wilbur struggled with all his might and every move he made only produced more shadows. The new shadows would grab at his body once more, and there were a dozen pairs of jet-black hands within a matter of seconds. They grabbed Wilbur firmly with what seemed like unparalleled strength, trying to drag him into the darkness. Wilbur chanted and cast the Illuminos spell, sending a ball of light above his head. It lit up the dark path at once, and the shadows seemed to shrink back into the wall and ground, trying to stay away from the light. Wilbur's chest heaved as he sat up from
This filled Wilbur with despair. Just then, a shadow walked out of the darkness. This was followed by a second shadow, then a third. Within half a minute, a dozen shadows had emerged from the darkness. At the same time, there was a series of footsteps coming from behind him. Wilbur turned around and saw another dozen shadows emerging from the darkness behind him. Now, he was completely surrounded with nowhere to hide. The shadows attacked at the same time, charging at Wilbur together. Wilbur had gotten a taste of the Shadow Men's power just now, and he was furious at the sight of these new attacks. Wilbur roared as he pushed himself off the ground, attacking relentlessly with his thunder cleaver. A series of blade auras swished through the air, but the Shadow Men hardly seemed fazed. They reacted as if they had seen food instead, charging forward desperately. The blade auras did nothing to the Shadow Men. Instead, their bodies absorbed the blade auras as they continued to charg
It was only then that Wilbur realized he had completely forgotten that the power of light and the power of destruction had different roots to begin with. Despite both of them being dimensional laws of the middle dimensions, they were completely different forms of energy. There was darkness with light, and there was evil with good. Upon realizing this, Wilbur began to radiate warmth. He borrowed the power of light from the dragon's head on his back, and its warmth quickly made Wilbur's body glow with a white light. As the white light grew, the Shadow Men who rushed forward were killed by its glow. The white light seemed to be immensely powerful, reducing the incoming twenty or so Shadow Men coming in from either side to dust. At the same time, Wilbur felt his body picking up speed in its recovery with the help of the white light. He heaved a sigh of relief as the Shadow Men finally disappeared, sitting down once more to channel his dragon aura to rest. The Shadow Men did not d
Wilbur walked into the path on the left. It was very narrow at first before suddenly widening up into a gigantic stone room. Hovering near the ceiling of the room was a band of pale green light, and on the ground were several huge round shadows. The round shadows swam around the ground, colliding against each other. Some of the shadows even climbed up to the walls. The stone room was the end of the path, and there was nothing else but the shadows. "What now, senior?" "My apologies, I think I've forgotten the right path." 'Bastard!' Wilbur muttered a curse and was about to leave. All of a sudden, an enormous shadow blob swam up to Wilbur. It reached out with its blackened hands, grabbing Wilbur firmly by the feet. The shadow placed itself right below Wilbur, and an enormous sucking force dragged Wilbur downward at once. The lower half of Wilbur's body was swallowed immediately, leaving his torso above the ground. The shadow seemed akin to a swamp, and Wilbur could not free h