"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
As the pearl glowed brighter and brighter, a silver vortex formed in the middle of the Shadow Men. It waved the massive scepter in its grasp, and a silver pillar of light swung over in Wilbur's direction. "Roar!" Just then, the dragon charged over and collided with the silver pillar of light. Both forces were diminished from the collision, and the dragon eventually crashed into the band of green light near the top of the room, cracking the band to pieces The entire cave fell dark, save for the countless fluorescent pieces of the broken band on the ground. Wilbur did not see any gray Shadow Men where the pieces were, and even the shadow swamps on the ground had disappeared. Wilbur found the whole thing hard to believe. Those Shadow Men seemed to be connected to this fluorescent band of light as if it was a special dimension barrier of its own. Now that the band was destroyed, the dimensional barrier had vanished as well. Just then, Wilbur remembered what had just happened as r
Wilbur scrambled to avoid the attack from the sword, taking out his historical halberd and swinging it towards the sword. A loud clang rang through the air, and a powerful spiritual aura held the sword still. Yet just seconds later, the sword began to quake tremendously before zipping toward Wilbur once more. Wilbur scrambled to let go, ducking from the attack before grabbing the halberd once more in another attack. This time, Wilbur struck the sword to the ground using the halberd. The sword jumped about on the ground, before soaring into the air once more and making a beeline for Wilbur again. Wilbur turned abruptly to the side, and the sword's razor-sharp blade scraped the left side of his face. This made Wilbur boil with rage. That Shadow Man had not even done anything, and Wilbur had been hurt by his sword already. It was absolutely humiliating. Wilbur thought of the black spider and that half-woman immediately. A thick cloud of murderous intent welled up within him as bla
Just then, the Shadow Man sitting on the bed said, "You can defeat these people first. I'll battle you if you're powerful enough to go up against me." Wilbur stared coldly at the Shadow Man on the bed. "You're not a Shadow Man. At least, you didn't start out as one." "What do you mean by that?" "Shadow Men don't know how to speak the language of this world. You're not the Shadow Man, you're Stefan Shaw!" The eyes of the Shadow Man sitting on the bed flew open at the mention of the name, staring murderously at Wilbur. Despite it not saying anything, the three Shadow Men in front seemed to go feral as they pounced at Wilbur. Wilbur knew he had no choice then and could only retreat as he summoned a clone to leap into the air. Dragon aura surrounded him and took shape as his clone controlled the huge dragon that charged at two of the incoming Shadow Men. The dragon let out a roar, flicking its tail and reducing the two Shadow Men into dust. Wilbur's clone suffered a severe ba