With the protection of his defensive formation from the Light Helmet, Wilbur was able to completely restore his spirit energy in just five hours instead of ten. Following that, he chopped off the trunk of a tree and tossed it into the water. Wilbur leaped onto the trunk and began to control it with his dragon aura, propelling the trunk toward the shores of Wendis. Seeing as he was out on the vast ocean, Wilbur changed his appearance to Trevor Penn so as to avoid any unwanted trouble. An hour later, Wilbur got off the shores of Wendis. It was already dark then, and Wilbur had just sat down in his hotel room to meditate when he sensed a powerful aura approaching. His eyes flew open, and he scrambled to jump out of his window. Just as he had done so, the door of his room was kicked open. The Dark Messenger strode up to the window, just in time to see Wilbur duck into a dark alley. "He better think twice if he's trying to get away." The Dark Messenger leaped out of the window as
The Dark Messenger would take a step forward after observing each guest, and it was not long before he reached Wilbur. The Dark Messenger stopped in his tracks, staring Wilbur down. "Have I seen you somewhere before, buddy?" "W-What?" Wilbur put on a terrified expression. "Did you mistake me for someone else, Mister Cultivator? I swear I've never seen you before." The Dark Messenger looked firmly into Wilbur's eyes. "Cut it out, Wilbur Penn. I know it's you." Wilbur froze. "S-Sir, I don't know who W-Wilbur Penn is. P-Please forgive me…" "Right. I was just joking, I hope you don't mind." "T-Thank you, sir." The Dark Messenger moved on to the next person. A little over ten minutes later, the innkeeper walked over with a smile. "Have you found your guy, sir?" "No." "That's such a shame. Please don't hesitate to let me know if there's anything else I can help with, though." The Dark Messenger then walked out of the room with the innkeeper. Wilbur heaved a sigh of relief
The innkeeper was strangely touched by Wilbur's earnestness, and the two of them struck up a deal. The innkeeper would buy all of the seafood Wilbur acquired that day, and if he managed to keep it up, the innkeeper would continue buying all of his catches, albeit at a slightly lower price than the market rate. Wilbur bought himself a bucket to carry the seafood in and headed to the beach to start catching seafood. He got there pretty early, but it was still late compared to the more experienced fishermen. There were many others fishing on the island as well, but there was fairly little competition as the waters were open and everyone just stuck to their own spot. Wilbur appreciated how free the space was and got to work. He collected some clams and urchins, looking up at the sky every now and then. There were people that would mention the Wendis mirage occasionally. Mirages did not have to appear in the searing hot afternoon. Some mirages showed up right after dawn, but they w
Wilbur froze upon hearing the voice, then turned around as his eyes widened in shock. The Dark Messenger grinned at him, striding over quickly. "Drop the act, Wilbur. I knew it was you from last night. I didn't think you'd show up here today." Wilbur looked blankly at the Dark Messenger. "I really think you've got the wrong guy, sir. I'm not who you're looking for." "I told you to drop the act, didn't I? You're not getting away this time." The Dark Messenger raised his right hand. An enormous black palm appeared in the air, swinging toward Wilbur the very next second. Dock fifty-two exploded as rocks and debris went flying. A huge wave of pressure struck the water, pushing out a wave almost half a meter tall. Wilbur leaped into the air at the very last second, dodging the Dark Messenger's attack. The Dark Messenger looked up at him, smirking as he shouted, "Why did you have to hide if you weren't Wilbur Penn?" Wilbur knew that he could not hide his identity any longer and s
The Dark Messenger used his knee to shove Wilbur upward. He came charging toward Wilbur, swinging at him with another heavy blow. Wilbur bit back on the searing pain coursing through his body and clenched his fists, aiming a punch toward the Dark Messenger. Both fists collided in mid-air, and Wilbur was sent flying backward once again. Had it not been for the power of light protecting his body, all of his bones would have been crushed. Wilbur finally realized how terrifying the Dark Messenger was. This clone of the Dark Lord was at least twice as powerful as the last one, and Wilbur might not stand a chance even if he were to use all of his strength and power. The thought filled Wilbur with dread and hopelessness. Just then, a shout could be heard from some distance. "Look— it's a mirage!" "It's here!" "The mirage is finally here!" … A series of cheers could be heard from the beach just as Wilbur sensed that special aura in the air. Dragon aura! There was a surge of d
The golden dragon glowered at the Dark Messenger, letting out a howl of fury. Wilbur could sense a powerful vortex made of dragon aura the next second and was sucked into the mirage before he could even react. The mirage began to disperse right after that, slowly disappearing out of sight. The Dark Messenger hovered in mid-air, gritting his teeth as he clenched his fists. "F*cking bastard jumped into the mirage! Stay in there for the rest of your life if you want to see the end of it! I'll kill you the second you come out!" Upon saying those words, the Dark Messenger disappeared as well. The battle between him and Wilbur had happened too far away from land, and there were cultivators who showed up at Wendis to search for the secret behind those mirages all the time, so their fight did not stir up much of a ruckus. The people on the beach were still marveling at the beauty of the mirage, sighing wistfully at how short it had lasted. Over on another end, the Aqua Dragon, Orkot,
Upon quenching his thirst, Wilbur looked at the still lake and was able to see his reflection in the water. Suddenly, the Dark Messenger's voice could be heard coming from behind him, "I finally found you, Wilbur Penn." Wilbur whipped around to see the Dark Messenger standing a dozen or so meters away from him, staring him down with an icy glare. Wilbur scrambled to get to his feet, frowning at the Dark Messenger. "What… How are you here?" The Dark Messenger scoffed. "You should be asking yourself that." "Me?" "Take this, Wilbur Penn!" The Dark Messenger came charging towards Wilbur with a black sword in his grasp, stabbing at Wilbur's chest viciously. The sword pierced through Wilbur's body, and he collapsed to the ground unconscious. Wilbur thought that he would be dead, but he soon felt rainwater beating down on his face. He sat up, looked around him, and saw that he was on Kook Island. "What the…" There was a searing pain in his chest, and Wilbur yanked his shirt
He put the Light Helmet back on and began to think. The surroundings shifted once more, and Wilbur found himself on the shores of Wendis. The beach was packed with people walking around, but no one seemed to notice Wilbur. He waved at a man in front of him, but his arm passed right through the man's head. These regular people seemed to be here only because he had thought of them. Wilbur had not thought too intensely, and thus they merely existed as silhouettes that would not cause any harm to Wilbur. Since everything could change according to his thoughts, what would happen if he willed Judith's grandmother to show up and tell him about the treasures in the mirage? Judith's grandmother knew that the mirage was a special dimension, so she must also know what treasure was hidden inside. Wilbur thought again, and Judith's grandmother appeared in front of him. He looked at her nervously, saying, "Grandma, there's something really important I need your help with. I hope you answer