Wilbur realized he might be overly anxious, probably due to the recent Night Demon issues that had heightened his sensitivity to the environment, much like the flickering streetlight he had noticed on his evening walk. With this in mind, he took a deep breath and relaxed. However, as the Ferrari rounded a corner, Wilbur's nerves tightened again, suddenly aware that his earlier impression was not just a figment of his imagination. In Wilbur's understanding, racing should be exhilarating. Given how well both he and Arsi were driving, the bystanders they had passed should have been cheering. But they were not, and this anomaly did not sit right with him. There were two possible explanations for this unusual behavior. The first possibility was that these individuals were infected with the Night Demon virus. Dale had informed Wilbur about the nature of the virus, which, once contracted, caused extreme emotional suppression. Thus, observing whether someone's emotional responses were n
"No." "Why? I really like racing cars." "They're all problematic, Ariel and the rest." "How so?" "Just stay behind me later. Don't get too close to them." "Got it." Arsi hung up the call impatiently. He was of the opinion that he could surpass Wilbur and be first with no problem, but now Wilbur was standing in the way of that on purpose, as well as pressuring him with the Night Demon. The thought made Arsi curse internally. Yet he had indeed encountered the Night Demons before, and that whole ordeal had not been properly settled yet. Wilbur's guess might be possible, and Arsi slowed down on purpose at the thought. Wilbur saw Arsi slowing down and did the same. After driving for a while, there was a loud popping sound, and the entire town was plunged into darkness. F*ck! Wilbur and Arsi were shocked and quickly drove back into town. "Didn't you say you checked the cables, Arsi?" "I didn't think something like this would happen. Someone must've cut the power suppl
"That's right! We're here to kill you, Wilbur! You're going to die tonight!" Wilbur was shocked by those words. He turned around and saw the lady whose neck Tolles had bitten get up from the ground. She was jerking and shaking all over, and both her pupils were white. It was clear that she had been infected with the Night Demon virus. This also meant that everyone in the Coyote Racers were carriers of the virus, and they had never actually given up on the Night Demon operation. Wilbur felt like he did not even need to hear an explanation from the Coyote Racers. He summoned the thunder cleaver, killing the woman who pounced on him before doing the same to three of the Coyote Racers. He then walked toward Tolles. Tolles did not expect Wilbur to be a cultivator, thinking he was just a mere mortal. Tolles retreated fearfully as Wilbur approached him, stuttering. "W-What are you trying to do? I don't have the Night Demon virus in me, Wilbur! You can't kill me!" "Are you seriously
"Of course. I'm a pretty pragmatic man. I'm willing to betray Victor if you can give me better benefits." Wilbur looked at Ariel, finding him rather ridiculous as he asked, "Well, how much money do you want?" Ariel put up a finger. "One hundred million dollars!" Right as Ariel said those words, an arrow pierced through his chest, leaving a hole where blood gushed out. Ariel looked down at the wound on his chest, trembling all over as he turned around shakily. Victor stood behind him holding a long silver bow, staring at Ariel coldly as he said, "No one betrays me, Ariel. Since you could not complete the mission I gave you, you shall die in agony." The last of the light in Ariel's eyes disappeared as they stayed on Victor before collapsing to the ground lifelessly. Wilbur looked over at Victor. "Are you trying to meddle in the Night Demon stuff too, General Victor?" A venomous smile appeared on Victor's face. "It's such a shame, Wilbur Penn. I thought you would contract th
"Your time's up, Wilbur! Take this!" Victor let out a howl of fury, letting go of the bow. The blood-red arrow came whooshing toward Wilbur, strange energy forming around it in the shape of a red vortex. Wilbur muttered a spell, activating the Light of Dragon before punching downward. The golden dragon shot out of his arm, hurtling toward the blood-red arrow. Both energies collided. The dragon let out a howl as the red vortex vanished, and the arrow whistled toward Wilbur with a decreased force. Wilbur reached out to block the attack with his right hand. The Light Gloves emitted a blinding white glow, and the arrow exploded into a bloody fog as it got closer to the gloves. A few drops of blood landed on the side of Wilbur's face. "Hahahaha!" Victor burst out laughing. "Oh, Wilbur, you're far, far too naive. Not all energies can be converted by the power of light. Today, I shall take your life with this Bloodism Bow!" Victor was nothing but gleeful at the look on Wilbur's
The brightly-colored glow appeared above Wilbur's head, enveloping him completely. The next second, all three arrows struck the Dragon's Safehaven at the same time. As three explosive sounds rang through the air, the Dragon's Safehaven's glow was diminished by half. This had never happened before, which shocked Wilbur greatly. The protection of Dragon's Safehaven was supposed to be from the upper dimensions even when it was activated in a lower dimension. It would never be damaged unless attacked by a middle dimension power. Now, however, the three blood arrows had reduced the glow of Dragon's Safehaven in half. This bastard's powers were of a middle dimension elite! "What?" Victor had a shocked look on his face, then glared viciously at Wilbur. "You have the protection of the dragon clan? That's quite a surprise, you bastard. However, you're going to die at my hands regardless!" He drew the bow once more, and three blood arrows appeared. Just then, Wilbur activated the Iri
This time, Wilbur was unconscious for two whole days. During this time, the higher-ups in Moda regained their control over the army. After hosting an urgent meeting, they agreed in unison to repair and strengthen the relationship between Moda and Kosanto. After the meeting, Moda and Kosanto signed a series of agreements that would restore their friendship back to how it was fifty years ago. Despite the fact that the Night Demon Project was exposed, it was eventually covered up to avoid negative impacts on the two countries. Both countries took action to limit and restrict the citizens from discussing the incident. A large number of soldiers stormed Diseya, clearing out the corpses on the streets and giving the town a good cleanup. The town's mayor also made an appearance to comfort the townsfolk. By the time Wilbur woke up two days later, the entire town was restored to its former glory. Everyone was busy working on their own things, and the higher-ups of Kosanto had also made
Arkadi grabbed Wilbur's hands, looking rather emotional. "Thank you for protecting my small town, Mister Penn. As Head Elder of Bangsai, I'm happy to answer any questions you may have as long as I know them." Wilbur had not forgotten his goal of coming to Diseya. The Night Demon case had held off Wilbur's search for the dragon cauldron fragment back then, but now that it was solved, he figured it was time he went back to looking for the cauldron fragment. Taking a deep breath, Wilbur said, "That's right, Elder Arkadi. I am pretty interested in Bangsai's culture and would like to know why despite Bangsai having grown Diseya to operate on par with a county-level city, the cultural foundation of Bangsai itself still remains like a village. Shouldn't Bangsai be the first place to be developed? Why hasn't anything changed?" Bangsai was at the heart of Diseya, which was now so well-developed, but the same could not be said for Bangsai itself. That was definitely strange, and Wilbur fel