Wilbur heard the pleas coming from all directions, remembering the old man’s words that the Eight Great Families only selected one thousand slaves each day, while thirty thousand people had arrived in Buck Town yesterday. The chances were slim, and unwilling to humiliate himself by kneeling and begging, Wilbur simply closed his eyes and continued to meditate. Whether he would be chosen was up to fate. Dying in battle was preferable to begging for food on his knees. Nightless Elder had once advised Wilbur to lower his status upon reaching the middle dimensions, starting from the lowest slave position, as survival chances were better that way. Wilbur had agreed back then, but now, seeing cultivators kneeling like animals to beg, he could not bear such humiliation. He shut his eyes, refusing to watch. Given the slim chance of being chosen, Wilbur did not expect to be picked. With thirty thousand people here and only a thousand being selected, twenty-nine thousand would remain. Even if
Steward Horne said, "He's a cultivator from the lower dimensions. I've only met him once. However, if Lord Divan is willing to give him a chance, I hope you might consider bringing him into the Reyne family." "Is that so? Steward Horne, I remember you never spoke on behalf of others before. Today, for an ordinary young man, you actually dare to do something like this to pull him into the Reyne family?" Hearing this, Steward Horne knelt on one knee and cupped his hands. "Lord Divan, I'm sorry for acting out of line, but please give him a chance." "Alright, I'll give him a chance." Divan looked at Wilbur, who was still meditating with his eyes closed, and frowned. "Hey, kid, I'm talking to you. We've been here chatting for a while, you must have heard us, right? Since you heard, why don't you come over and kneel in greeting?" "That's enough." Wilbur suddenly opened his eyes and looked at Reyne Divan. "Lord Divan, I am actually very grateful for Steward Horne's help. But I hav
Wilbur mingled with the crowd, following the others towards the city. Just as they were about to enter, the guards suddenly crossed their spears, shouting, "Stop! Today's quota of ten thousand people has been filled. Without a token, no more cultivators are allowed to enter." It was then that Wilbur realized that Buck Town had its own rules. Anyone without a town token was considered a beggar, and only ten thousand such individuals were allowed to enter each day. The purpose of this rule was to provoke fights within Buck Town. Desperation could cause people to do anything. Every day, tens of thousands of cultivators arrive at Buck Town. To reduce their numbers, Buck Town designed this special rule. Of the cultivators without tokens, only ten thousand could enter the city to fight and reduce the number of slaves. Those left outside would fight for resources, eventually killing each other. While every cultivator desired fairness, Buck Town was a city of slaughter, devoid of absolut
No one wanted to die, but clothing was limited, meaning that to survive, they had to take clothes from others or die in the cold. The snow fell mercilessly, and after less than half a minute of silence, the fighting began. Shouts and sounds of attacks filled the air, and within a minute, thousands were fighting. People fell one after another. Many were killed by others while trying to strip clothes off the dead. Wilbur stood there in shock. Suddenly, someone attacked him. He quickly dodged and took a deep breath, absorbing the energy from the middle dimension. In the next second, the Magic Dragon Blade appeared in his hand, and with one swift strike, he cleaved his attacker in two. "What?" "This guy managed to adapt to the energy of the middle dimensions in just one day. He's truly strong." One guard said, "So what if he's strong? Buck Town has never lacked strong people. Over thousands of years, countless strong ones have been killed. Strength alone isn't enough to win.
After leaving the east gate of the main city, more than an hour had passed. Walking through the snowstorm, Wilbur's body began to sway slightly. If he could not find a snow wolf to kill and eat soon, he would inevitably freeze to death here. Although Wilbur was strong on Earth, this was a middle dimension with energy quite different from Earth's. Wilbur needed to readjust to the hundredfold gravity and special energy of Buck Town before he could start cultivating. To be precise, Wilbur had not yet begun his cultivation here. He was just beginning to adapt to the hundredfold gravity and special energy. The battle in front of the main city's gate had consumed his energy, and now, the consequences of this maladaptation were gradually showing. Wilbur felt a tearing pain in the muscles of his left chest, a result of using the middle-rank space's energy for the first time. It was akin to those who play with heavy weights on Earth. At first, without mastering the technique, lifting a
After confirming the situation, Wilbur shouted at the man coldly. The black-haired man froze, staring at Wilbur for a moment before sneering and letting out a smirk. "Sure. I won't be in your way if you're intent on getting yourself killed. Goodbye." Upon saying the words, the man disappeared without a trace. Wilbur knew that the man did have the power to defeat the three snow wolves, but Wilbur had no money on him. Besides, he had gone hungry the whole day and now saw the snow wolves as food. This time, Wilbur was not going to let anyone else take his prey from him. He summoned the Magic Dragon Blade, then took a deep breath before absorbing the energy aura around him. The next second, all three snow wolves came charging toward him at the same time. Wilbur shot out toward the wolf in front of him, attacking it at top speed before moving on to the next target. "Roar!" Another snow wolf pounced, its bloody mouth snapping at Wilbur. At the last second, Wilbur turned to the sid
It was dark outside by the time Wilbur returned to his senses, and the left side of his chest had turned black. There was a chill that radiated from the seal which soothed his pain. He thought back to his fight against the snow wolves. Making a few attacks had resulted in such a terrible backlash. Wilbur finally understood then that his body had not gotten used to the energy aura in a middle dimension just yet. The only way for Wilbur to be able to start cultivating was to wait until his body had adjusted to the energy aura. Just as Wilbur was about to meditate, a black figure appeared at the entrance of the cave. Wilbur looked up and saw that it was the man from earlier in the day who had wanted a gold coin from him in exchange for saving his life. "So, this is where you've been hiding. You're pretty good at sneaking around, I have to say, but I still found you in the end. You must be new here, eh? Let me guess, you can't get into Buck Town because you don't have a town token?"
"So?" asked the black-haired man. "What do you think?" "Alright," Wilbur said after giving it some thought. "Let's do it. I'll kill the snow wolves, you'll sell their pelts. I think I should at least get your name, though." "Oh, I completely forgot to introduce myself! How rude of me. The name's Saber Farring. What about yours?" "Wally Yonder." "Nice to meet you, Wally. I'm counting on you to get those wolfskins for us now." "Of course. As long as you get the job done, we can keep working together." Wilbur saw the sun beginning to rise outside and took out the three wolf pelts from earlier before handing them to Saber. "You can have these first, then." "You said just now that one bronze coin could get you a bottle of wine, right? Please get me one of those, then. I'll be waiting here." "Sure, sure. I'll get those pelts sold off right away." Saber left happily with the wolf pelts. Wilbur closed his eyes, pretending to meditate. He waited until Saber was gone before wal