Wilbur, on the other hand, was completely calm as he slung his thunder cleaver over one shoulder and called out to Darlene, "Got anything else, you old witch? I'll be taking care of you if the answer's no." Darlene gritted her teeth. "Why must you kill me?" "You forged a bunch of zombies and put random people under curses, including your own pupils. Isn't that enough of a reason?" Wilbur replied sharply. Darlene said, "I just made them bring dead bodies to me, I never told them to kill anyone! Besides, shouldn't they repay me for teaching them cultivation?" "They should repay you as your pupils, but not because you threatened them. The witchcraft you cultivate is nothing but evil. You just need dead bodies now, but you might need live human beings once you've grown more powerful!" Wilbur said coldly. Darlene was at a loss for words. Wilbur was right. She had already been planning to get a few cultivators to experiment on as her zombie-forging skills improved. That was because
At the same time, she used the last of her energy to wave her cane at Wilbur. The gray fog on the cane turned into a ghostly shadow, baring its fangs as it pounced on Wilbur. The village seemed to be enveloped in an aura of death as the ghost appeared, causing all the plants around to wilt and die. Wilbur, the target of the Soul Massacre, was bearing the worst of this aura. He understood then that it would be hard for him to withstand the Soul Massacre even if he were to double his powers. After all, this witch with Sanctuary level powers was sacrificing her own spirit and life to cast her most powerful spell. Strength alone was not going to be enough to beat it. Dom and Sandy stared at the village turning into hell on earth in real time, their souls quaking in fear. Moose was pale with terror as well. He knew that his master had such a powerful spell that would kill anyone who was its target but had not expected it to be this bone-chilling. Darlene held herself up with
"My apologies. You were cursed by the old hag personally, so the curse has not been lifted yet," Wilbur said. Sammy's expression shifted into one of terror. "What am I going to do, then?" "Don't be scared. I've got an idea. It's just going to be a little more troublesome," Wilbur said. Sammy calmed down upon hearing there was a way out. After all, Wilbur had been powerful enough for her to be able to trust his words. Dom frowned slightly. He had heard Wilbur say before that the curse could be broken by force. But entering Sammy's spirit might come with the risk of hurting her and would be dangerous to some extent. But Darlene was dead, and there was no other way out. Sammy, Dom, and Moose looked at the ground littered with bodies. A shiver ran down their spines. Wilbur had killed four to five hundred zombies, as well as the zombie giant formed after. He had even been able to deflect Darlene's fatal spell at the very end, one that she had sacrificed her life to cast. I
Gibby flew into a panic at once. "You can't do this, Mister Shoreson!" "Cut the crap. I want these three dead at all costs by today. How dare you touch someone like me, you f*cking piece of sh*t!" Lee glowered at Wilbur, preparing to pull the trigger. Sammy and the rest turned pale. Unlike Darlene, Lee's father was a government official. Lee was crazy and more than capable of bringing them a great deal of trouble. Wilbur was not afraid of staring down the barrel of a gun, but Sammy and the rest were. Just then, Wilbur chuckled. He reached for his pocket, pulled out his license, and showed it to Lee. "Wilbur Penn, Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. I've got official orders from the most powerful people in the country. Don't even think about continuing what you're about to do." Lee stopped short, eyeing the license. A moment later, he shouted, "My ass! You're not fooling me with that fake license. Do you take me for an idiot?" Wilbur smiled. "You don't believe m
Gibby had resented Lee for a long time now, but the power Lee's father held practically made Lee untouchable in Cendonville. Now that Gibby had received orders from the province officials, even someone like Lee could hardly protest. Lee and his father were just the top dogs of Cendonville, but they were hardly anything in Gravonia Province, let alone in the face of a department like Wilbur's. Gibby reckoned that Lee and his family were done for after ruffling the feathers of someone like Wilbur, so he did not hesitate in the slightest to go all out against Lee. Gibby sneered coldly, "Cuff him! One more word from you and I'll stuff your mouth shut." His officers got to work at once, and Lee was caught off guard by the sudden coldness. He was shocked into silence, not daring to say a word. Lee's men were also handcuffed and taken away, both of them pale as sheets as they trembled from head to toe. They had been used to having things going their way with Lee and had never expe
It seemed like Lee had still not grasped the situation entirely. He thrashed about wildly, shouting at the top of his lungs like a feral dog at Gibby and glowering murderously at Wilbur. Gibby scoffed, not paying him any mind. Wilbur chuckled, sitting down across from Lee at the table. "Tsk, tsk. I'd be thinking of ways to get out of this without a sentence instead of barking wildly like a mad dog," Wilbur teased. Lee gritted his teeth. "There's nothing you can do to me. My father's the state governor. You had better let me go or you won't even get out of this alive!" "I guess you're not changing your mind." Wilbur glanced at Gibby. "Lee Shoreson is complicit in causing damage to an investigation held by the Department of Paranormal Research and Defense. I suspect his father's part of this as well. Arrest him and get someone from the Municipal Commission for Discipline Inspection to run an inspection on both of them and see if anything's off." "Yes, sir. Right away." Gibby
The province was going to bear down on both of them for disrupting a Department of Paranormal Research and Defense investigation, on top of everything else. Besides, Gibby had a great deal of dirt on those two as well. … Wilbur, Sammy, and Dom finally returned to Seechertown after a whole night of driving. It was past ten in the morning when they arrived at Sealake Island, where Wilbur told Sammy and her brother to get some rest until Wilbur got to breaking Sammy's curse at night. However, Sammy could not wait any longer, and Wilbur had no choice but to relent under the siblings' begging. Wilbur brought both of them to his room. He sat down on the couch before saying, "Have you thought this through? I'm going to need to enter your consciousness and spirit with my spirit energy if I'm going to break your curse. All your secrets and memories will be exposed to me. Are you absolutely sure about this?" "I'm sure. I don't have anything to hide. I just hope you can break my cu
Wilbur raised his eyebrows before barking out a loud laugh. He had just been wondering how he was going to separate this fog from Sammy's spirit flame when the problem had solved itself for him. He stared right at the incoming fog and two silver sparks shot out of his pupils. The sparks shot out, torching the gray fog into oblivion within seconds. There was hardly a trace left. The fog was gone, and so was the curse. Wilbur's work was all done now. The spirit was the most mysterious part of the human body, but also the most fragile and complicated. That was why Wilbur had taken so much care in doing this. Honestly, he had the curse itself to thank for being able to break it so quickly. The curse had an aggressive nature and was prone to attacking all sentient bodies that approached. However, the curse's attack was hardly anything against someone like Wilbur. Upon breaking Sammy's curse, Wilbur slowly exited Sammy's consciousness as he retracted his spirit presence back