"You're not taking them away just like that, not on my watch!" Just then, Wilbur descended from the sky wearing the Light Gloves. He got down to one knee, pressing his right gloved hand onto the dark ground. The glove began to glow the second it made contact with the ground, growing into a blinding light. Wilbur could feel the converted power of light swimming around his body in waves of warmth and lit up with glee. He had been right. Despite not having mastered the dimensional laws of Light and Destruction, Wilbur knew that the Light Gloves would be able to absorb the power of Destruction and convert it into the power of light. The power of destruction was a dimensional law from a middle dimension, which meant that the power from the world of the Shadow Men below the middle dimensions would be able to be converted into the power of light as well. Any regular person unable to store the power of light in their body would not be able to absorb all of the Shadow King's powers, but
Perry put a hand on Wilbur's shoulder. "We can't help you anymore now, Wilbur. You're on your own now. We hope you'll be able to finish this mission." "What? By myself? Is that even going to work?" "That's the only way." "Well, what happens if I can't stop the Shadow King? What then?" Wilbur was less than confident in himself and wanted to know what would happen if the mission were to fail. Bernard said, "Well, you won't know where the eighth dragon cauldron is. You'd have to wait another decade to get it again." "What? Ten years?" Missing a chance like this would be a ten-year wait? Just then, Perry said, "On top of that, if you can't stop the Shadow King, all of Rostead will go down as well. That's the only time our Master will come out to stop the Shadow King." "What? Is Senior Fremont seriously going to just watch all of Rostead go down?" "We don't have a say in that. Master has his own reasons for his decisions, and we've never dared to ask too much. I would advise
A fierce chase broke out between the two as they ran wildly. Upon reaching a crossroad, the Shadow King split into four clones. Three of the clones came charging at Wilbur from three different directions, and the other one stood right there before turning to look at Wilbur. "You might have the protection of the middle and upper dimensions, which I definitely envy, but you're far too innocent if you think that's going to be enough for you to protect the world. This world is going to end in destruction by my hands. Remember my name—the Shadow King!" Upon saying the words, the Shadow King disappeared in a plume of black miasma. Wilbur stood at the crossroads, detecting the three powerful auras coming from different directions. All three auras were extremely powerful, and Wilbur was at a loss. The Shadow King was far too powerful, to the point where even his clones were capable of emitting powerful auras. "F*ck it, I'll take them as they come!" Wilbur charged down the path on the l
The whales were covered in bloody injuries as if they had died from the attack of some sort of sharp weapon. The reporter in the news said that this might be a result of some illegal fishing on the Rostead coast, where fishermen had no choice but to dump the whales they had caught back into the ocean. Whales were precious creatures of the ocean, especially blue whales. The reporter urged the public against illegal fishing, but Wilbur froze at the sight of the live feed from the ocean. The dead whales looked especially fresh, and there was a pattern to their injuries. Those injuries did not look like they were caused by binding ropes around them to hold them down before going in for the kill, but like a gigantic creature had wrapped a tentacle of sorts around the whales to strangle them to death. Perry frowned. "Could he be behind this?" Bernard nodded. "Yep. It's him for sure." The image of the Shadow King's giant hand from the dark space he had conjured last night entered th
"Alright, that's not on you. From what I know, you've been working for Locke for ten years now. Is that true?" "Yes, sir. As a matter of fact, I would have been working for Mister Locke for eleven years in two months." "Alright. Well, since you've been with him for so long, I'm sure you must know his weaknesses and flaws. Surely you know what he likes and dislikes, right?" Tony paused for a beat, before saying, "Actually, Mister Locke isn't too different from the other heads of families out there. The only thing that made him stand out from the others was that Mister Locke hated anyone looking down on him or talking down to him. Mister Locke absolutely hated being called useless. From what I know, Mister Locke has gotten rid of anyone who tried to look down on him. Those people would either end up missing or leaving Rostead altogether. It can be said that Mister Locke was unrivaled in the country." Wilbur was able to find out Locke's weaknesses upon coming out of the manor. It
"Lord Shadow King, you have to get revenge for my son!" "I will do it! Just shut up!" Wilbur knew that his plan had succeeded. There was a smirk on his lips as he said, "Mister Locke, it seems that you're not the strongest man in Rostead after all. Hart's death proved that you're nothing but trash." The Shadow King took a step forward before he turned back to face Wilbur. A voice that sounded like Locke's came from his throat, "What did you say? What did you just say?" The Shadow King said, "Enough, Locke, you've disappointed me greatly." "Shadow King, don't forget that we're in this together. If you don't help me with this, you can kiss your plan goodbye." "You despicable fool, I'll make you pay for threatening me." The Shadow King looked up at Wilbur with coldness in his eyes and said, "It looks like I'll have to kill you first. Otherwise, this guy won't listen to me." Wilbur flipped his right hand, summoning up the thunder cleaver. Then he said, "Come, I've wanted to
Bernard said, "I think we should assess the Shadow King's strength now. After all, our chances will be much better if we have more information." Perry looked at Bernard and asked, "So, how much of his strength do you think the Shadow King has now?" Bernard replied, "Around thirty percent, but no more than that. If Wilbur hadn't stopped the Shadow King last night, then the Shadow King's strength would have reached at least fifty percent. If that were the case, then the Shadow King would be able to kill the whole of Rostead tonight. But now, the shadow King is still only at thirty percent, so we still have a chance to kill him off." "A chance?" Wilbur said with worry, "The Shadow King is getting stronger with time, and neither of you is a match for him. I don't think it'll be easy to deal with him." Bernard said, "Honestly, if you didn't appear, it would be hard to deal with Shadow King, but since you're here, then it'll be much easier to deal with the Shadow King. After all, y
The Shadow King gritted his teeth and said, "Wilbur, you refused to take the easy path that was offered and insisted on going through hell. I originally intended to spare you, but I didn't expect you to dare to come to the sea. You're nothing without the Light Gloves bestowed upon you by a middle dimension expert. Very well, now I shall show you what true power is!" With a roar, the Shadow King directly controlled the black octopus to extend several tentacles toward the speedboat carrying Wilbur and the others. At that exact moment, Bernard quickly changed the direction of the speedboat and rushed out hundreds of meters in the opposite direction. Waves splashed on the surface of the sea. Bernard once again turned the speedboat towards the huge black octopus, gritting her teeth and saying, "Is everyone ready? The big battle is about to begin." "Hmph," Perry sneered coldly and said, "No wonder there were whale carcasses floating on the sea. So, it was this guy's doing. It seems we'