Wilbur then hurled the blood clot into the Dragon's Altar. A surge of aura arose, and the blood clot turned into grace points at once. Wilbur smiled at the sight of the three hundred new grace points in the golden hourglass. He traded this for a Marrow Cleansing Pill and a Strongwill Pill. There were not many grace points left after that. Wilbur sighed. There were so many treasures, but grace points were so hard to come by. Every time he had any to add he felt like what he got in return was always so little. He let out a self-deprecating laugh at this. If the contributions to the altar were so easy to come by and the grace points could be exchanged that easily, Wilbur would be ruling the world in no time. Good things never come easy. Exiting the demiplane, Wilbur collected his thoughts and went to bed. He had something big to do the next day. The next morning, Wilbur got ready and came out of his room to see Charles waiting for him. "Is something the matter?" Wilbur as
The two women giggled along as though they had just heard a hilarious joke. Wilbur let out a huff of exasperation. "Uh huh. Which gang leader is this?" The short-haired man said arrogantly, "Listen up! Harry Minetra of Flushing Corp, a company worth billions! Mister Minetra's a well-respected man in Seechertown." Wilbur paused. He had never heard of this guy before. Just then, Faron, Faye, and Elsa were making their way over as they chatted among themselves. The three of them saw Wilbur and crowded over at once. Faron asked curiously, "What's happening here?" Charles hurried to explain. "These people broke into Sealake Island and are refusing to leave." "Oh." Faron shrugged his shoulders. Elsa and Faye shook their heads as well. Just then, Wilbur said, "This guy says he's from Flushing Corp, some bigshot company. Have any of you heard of it?" Elsa shook her head. "Nope, I haven't. I'm rushing off to work. Bye now." She turned to leave right after. Faron shook
Wilbur was at a loss for words. What the hell was going on here? The figure stopped in front of Wilbur, her chest heaving as she gasped, "Help me! Someone's trying to kill me, I can't run anymore." Wilbur took a closer look at the figure. Wait, wasn't this the assassin who had tried to kill him by the lake here before? "How dare you still show your face here?" Wilbur was enraged. What did she take him for? The assassin sighed. "Dude, I had no choice. The assassination failed, and I even had to kill my client. I've been hunted down by my old team for a month now. I can't run anymore. Save me, and I'm all yours." "What the f*ck are you talking about? Do I look like I would do something like that?" Wilbur was nothing but infuriated. This woman was really saying anything that came into her head. However, Wilbur could tell that she was indeed tired and weak. She had been full of energy and spirit when she had tried to kill him the last time, highly skilled and agile. At th
Wilbur looked over. "What are you doing? There are outsiders here. Don't scare them." Harry and his friends were regular people, and Wilbur did not want them to know what this place was really hiding. Meanwhile, Harry laughed even harder. He walked up to Ryder, eyeing him challengingly as he stood right in front of the super cannon. "Oh my goodness! We've got a whole cannon too? This sure is some high-budget production! Come on, fire us a shot! Let's see if it's real!" His friends laughed along as well, as if they were watching a clown show. Wilbur frowned in annoyance. Ryder paid no mind to Harry's jeers, putting away the super cannon as ordered. Harry laughed again. "What's the problem? Are you scared you'll be exposed?" Wilbur shook his head. Ryder's expression darkened even more. Just then, Wolf of Venom chuckled as he shook his head. "That's a pretty cool cannon, but it won't work on me. It'll be enough to take care of this idiot, though. You guys don't look like yo
Wilbur stared at a now-relieved Gertridge. "You don't think I killed Wolf of Venom because of you, right?" "I know. He was just too cocky," Gertridge said with a smile. "What do you mean by that?" "That guy has always been arrogant as hell just because he thinks he's an amazing cultivator and doesn't respect anyone but our leader. It's a given you were going to take him down for acting like that on your grounds," Gertridge said. Wilbur smiled. "How are you so sure I was going to kill him?" "I wasn't. But as I said, I didn't have anywhere else to run. I just let fate decide," Gertridge said, shrugging her shoulders. Wilbur scoffed. "Leave this place right now, and never let me see you again. Got it?" He then looked around him. Harry was still collapsed on the ground, lying in a pool of his own filth. His friends were shivering in a heap, their faces pale and devoid of any of the cockiness from earlier. They were stricken with disbelief. None of them knew where that p
The woman was nothing but friendly, chatting merrily from the back. "My name's Eileen Fall. What should I call you two?" "I'm Wilbur. This is Ryder," Wilbur responded. Eileen smiled. "It's nice to meet you." "What brings you here alone?" Wilbur asked. Eileen sighed. "Don't start. I've been so bored." "Why did you walk instead of driving up? Are you from out of town?" "I can't drive." Wilbur raised his brows. Were there actually people who could not drive in this day and age? Eileen smiled. "I really can't drive. My hands and legs stop listening to me the second I get in the driver's seat." "Ah, I see. That's fine," Wilbur replied with a chuckle. The two of them continued making small talk as the car drove on. Around noon, the driving road stopped near the peak and Wilbur turned off the car's engine. "There's no driving from here. We can only walk now." Eileen got out of the car. "Thank you so much! I hope to see you again." Wilbur waved back. "Goodbye." Eileen
Wilbur stopped in his tracks, looking at a cave deep into the canyon silently. The moon had just come out then, bathing the peak of the mountain in a faint glow. Two figures appeared above the canyon, one on each side. Wilbur frowned, looking to his left. Sure enough, it was Eileen. On the other side, however, was a foreign-looking man. He was wearing red robes, with what looked like a pair of silver shackles on his wrists. Despite being hundreds of meters away, Wilbur could see them clear as day. The three of them seemed to spot each other at the same time. They paused for a moment before both Eileen and the man in the shackles leaped down into the valley at the same time. Both of them, along with Wilbur, stood in a triangular formation, observing each other from a distance. Wilbur was the first to speak up. "To clear up any misunderstandings, should we tell each other who we are and why we're here first?" "Oh, hi! It didn't take long for us to meet again." Eileen
"What about her cult members? Surely she's not the only member and founder of the Skull Cult, right?" Wilbur could not understand. Eileen said, "I think all her members are in that lake over there." Wilbur glanced at the bloody lake and nodded in realization. This monster had founded a cult and then turned all her cult members into blood. Bloody hell, indeed. "I don't know what these people were thinking, joining the Skull Cult," Wilbur said with a shrug. "Let me explain." Suelyn let out a strange giggle, moving closer to the three of them as she spoke. "They wanted to live forever, just like me. I gave them some hope, and they joined me without a doubt. But these people are just lowlives, far from deserving of being chosen by the Blood God! Being a sacrifice was their best fate." Wilbur responded, "Is that so? I'm curious as to why you betrayed your Bloodism church and even stole one of their sacred items." Suelyn burst out laughing. "I had the same goal as all these