All Chapters of Living With My Lady Boss: Chapter 2591 - Chapter 2600

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

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

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

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?"

Wilbur's footsteps made crunching noises in the snow, and he had hidden his aura to prevent being spotted by other cultivators. He was in the middle of hunting for prey in the woods when an adult deer came charging toward him. Wilbur dodged quickly to the left, just in time to hear a series of rushed galloping sounds. Wilbur scrambled to hide behind a tree, and just half a minute later, a few people could be seen chasing after the deer on their horses. The man leading the group looked rather familiar, but he passed by so quickly that Wilbur could not identify him right away. All Wilbur could see was the man pulling the string of his bow atop his white horse, letting it go, and shooting the deer. "Well done!" "Brilliant archery, Mister Farring!" The two men behind cheered and whooped, but Wilbur frowned from where he was hiding. "What? Mister Farring?" "Go and see if it's dead yet." "Yes, Mister Farring." One guy got off his horse, running towards the deer. Realization str