"Fishing?" Wilbur turned to see a handsome middle-aged man sitting by the lake, fishing. Wilbur had never seen this man before. After scrutinizing him for a moment, Wilbur asked, puzzled, "Were you speaking to me just now?" The man shrugged with a hint of helplessness and glanced around, replying, "It seems it's just the two of us here. So, are you here to fish too?" "Fishing? No." Wilbur instinctively shook his head. Although he sensed danger in the presence of the middle-aged man, the familiar surroundings dulled his sense of battle readiness. "I'm not here to fish. You must be mistaken." "If you're not fishing, then what are you doing here?" The man's tone was casual, almost curious. "I… Isn't this the magical tower?" Wilbur responded, regaining his senses. "And who are you? Why are you here?" The middle-aged man smiled faintly, handed Wilbur a fishing rod, and said, "I'm about to cook a pot of fresh fish soup. If you help me catch three fish, I'll tell you everyth
Under the setting sun, the white carp wriggled in Wilbur's hands, sending golden droplets flying through the air. Wilbur turned to the middle-aged man and said, "Sir, I've caught the third fish." The man looked at Wilbur without uttering a word. Seeing this, Wilbur quickly removed the carp from the hook and placed it in the bucket with the other two fish he had caught earlier in the day. Now, the bucket held three fish. Wilbur carried the bucket over to the man, set it down in front of him, and said, "Sir, take a look. Here are the three fish you asked for." The man gazed into the bucket at the three swimming fish. The splashing water caused by their movements caught his attention. After a moment, he moved his lips and said, "It seems this is fate. The heavens are giving you an opportunity." Hearing this, Wilbur felt a surge of joy. He realized that he had spent the entire day fishing and had only encountered this middle-aged man. Considering that they were in the seventh lev
Hearing this, Wilbur's eyes lit up with excitement. "So, sir, you're not a cultivator from the lower dimensions? Are you from the middle dimensions?" "There's no need to call me sir. Actually, you should address me as Master." "Master?" "That's right. I am indeed your master." "You?" Wilbur looked at the middle-aged man in disbelief and then, with a bitter smile, said, "Sir, we are complete strangers. Today is the first time we've met. How can you claim to be my master? Surely sharing a pot of fish soup doesn't make you my master, does it?" "Why not?" The man's eyes flashed sternly as he stared at Wilbur. "Wasn't the fish soup good enough?" "But this…" Wilbur felt conflicted. After all, it was not normal to become someone's disciple just because of a pot of fish soup. He was a cultivator, not a chef. The middle-aged man stood up and walked out of the wooden house. Wilbur quickly followed and said, "Sir, thank you for the fish soup. It was indeed delicious." Under the si
Orkus kicked a stone in frustration, sending it flying. Wilbur, seeing his angry yet somewhat endearing expression, struggled to suppress his laughter and asked cautiously, "Orkus, are you okay?" "It's so embarrassing." Orkus turned away, hands on his hips, and after a moment of silence, said, "Actually, I am also your master. Orkot and I are essentially the same person. He taught you some skills, and now it's my turn. I want to prove to the world that Orkus is not inferior to Orkot." Orkus then explained his relationship with Orkot. It turned out that the dragon clan was a unique group tasked with overseeing the various dimensions of the universe. Due to the existence of both light and dark dimensions in the cosmos, Orkus and Orkot have always been two aspects of the same entity since birth. Orkot represented the light dimensions, while Orkus embodied the dark dimensions. Originally, they shared one body. However, in the higher dimensions, they were deceived by a female assass
Wilbur stared at Orkus wordlessly. Despite not knowing if Orkus was powerful enough to be a master, just watching him interact with his brother Orkot alone made him look a little evil and cunning. "What are you thinking about?" "What? Nothing." "Alright." Orkus put a hand on Wilbur's shoulder. "Since I'm your master now, let me start teaching you. It's impossible for someone from the Light World to harness energy from the Dark World unless they find a dimension rift where energies from both worlds somehow manage to connect. You must first understand the true meaning of darkness if you want to master dark energy. Tell me, Wilbur. What is there in darkness?" Wilbur shook his head. "There's nothing in darkness at all." "Well, that may be one way of seeing it. Remember this: there's also coldness, loneliness, and resentment. These are all elements that can help one bring out powerful dark energy." Orkus stretched out his right hand, and a ball of dark energy appeared in the m
Wilbur stared blankly at Orkus, who merely blinked. The very next second, there was a black dragon in the air behind Orkus. The black dragon soared around in the air, before leaping toward Wilbur, letting out a roar of fury barely a few meters before it reached him. It dissolved into black miasma after that. Orkus looked at Wilbur with a smile. "You sure look glum! Did you think I was going to teach you the cultivation method? Well, you'd be foolish to think so. Remember this: you can learn cultivation methods on your own. Once you're able to harness dark energy, you'll automatically learn lots of cultivation methods. So, I'm telling you that harnessing dark energy is the most important part. I only give the best to my pupils, and I don't want to teach you those cultivations that are bound by all sorts of restrictions. Got it?" "Got it. Thank you, Master." Wilbur was enlightened by Orkus' words. Indeed, cultivation methods had their restrictions. Learning the most essential mov
Adam gritted his teeth, balling his hands into fists as he stared at Wilbur through bloodshot eyes. "You bastard! You're the reason I ended up here! I was supposed to live! You're the reason my mother had to grieve for my death! This is all your fault, and only by killing you will I soothe the pain in my chest. You're f*cking dead!" Adam shot out toward Wilbur, who came charging with his sword as well. A sword aura flashed in the air, and Adam's body turned transparent as it struck him. The sword aura passed through Adam's body like he was not even there, landing on a nearby building instead. The building crumbled at once as its residents cried out in terror. Their screams eventually stopped as the building collapsed into a pile of dust and debris. Adam glanced at the collapsed building, suddenly lighting up with glee and joy. "Ha, Wilbur! You've always been proud of standing for justice and goodness, but now you've killed a bunch of innocent civilians. Where did that goodwill
Adam looked up to see Wilbur hovering in mid-air, a gigantic dark cloud looming above his head. There seemed to be a dragon weaving in and out of the cloud, letting out a series of cries and howls. The dark cloud rumbled with dull thunder, and Adam gritted his teeth as he looked on viciously. "How… How are you able to become so powerful? Your aura, your power…. No! None of this should be happening, you should be the one to die!" Adam's gaze suddenly turned eerily firm as he spat, "I'm going to kill you if it's the last thing I do, Wilbur Penn. You destroyed everything I had, all of it. Why is it that you get to grow more and more powerful, but I'm forever stuck in this boring, wretched dimension? Arghhhh!" Adam let out a cry of fury, and a fierce wind kicked up to surround him. Cracks appeared in the ground, as streams of black liquid began to trickle and gather around Adam before melding into him. Adam continued absorbing the black streams. It was not long before they were dra