"Yes, Hart was in the wrong for speaking to his competitor in such a tone, but it did not warrant his death. That was why I had someone take out Molton. Some people tend to forget who they are the second they come into big money. Haron was a good worker, and I had half a mind to train him myself, but he left Rostead." Locke sat with his back to Wilbur as he spoke. He stopped wiping the photo of his son abruptly, turning to look at Wilbur. "Do you think it was cruel of me to kill Molton?" "What happened to Molton is more or less a retribution of his own doing, but I understand where you're coming from, Mister Locke. I'm very sorry. I should not have worked with him. I never wanted this to happen." "That's enough." Locke cut Wilbur off. "You can drop the act. We're all businessmen here, and there's no way you don't know about that ancient trade route since you've worked with Haron and Molton. You're here for that treasure, aren't you?" "No, Mister Locke. I think you've misunder

As the car sped off, Bernard asked, "So, did you find out how Locke managed to seal the Shadow King's energy inside him?" "I did, actually. Locke is a cultivator too, and he's a member of the Church of Bloodism. He cast his evil sorcery just now and tried to kill me in his room." "That bastard! I knew he wouldn't have just let go of resentment like that." Perry glanced at Wilbur from the rearview mirror. "Do you believe in karma, Wilbur? Everything that happened to Locke was his karma for cultivating evil sorcery for his own selfish gain. Now that his son's dead, all his hard work and suffering was in vain. That's his punishment from god." Wilbur said, "I'm not in the mood to joke around with you guys. I just want to know if there's any other way to stop the Shadow King from coming here if I can't change Locke's mind. Could we find the Shadow King's clones and kill them first? Would that work?" "No, it won't. The world of the Shadow Men is a special one, and they can remain u

"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

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

"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