"Yes."


    "Very well, Felix. In recognition of your service, I will tell you that this Dark Mask has been imbued with my most powerful curse. Now, the Dark Mask contains over ten thousand years of cultivation. Unless one is a curse practitioner, they will be devoured and unable to obtain any of the cultivation within."


    As he spoke, Edmund pulled out a handkerchief and began wiping the Dark Mask, continuing, "People are always insatiably greedy, and most do not realize that their greed is what leads to their downfall. It is precisely because of their greed that we are where we are today. I have mimicked Babbit for a thousand years, and only now have I taken his identity and position. Remember, Felix, I do not kill those who are of use to me. Serve me well in the future, or I will kill you."


    "I understand, Lord Edmund." Felix looked at Edmund, shocked to his core. He thought to himself, ''To have mimicked Babbit for a thousand years and only now taken action. Such amazing patience!''


    Edmund smiled at Felix and said, "Why, aren''t you going to change the way you address me? You are my man now."


    Felix knelt on one knee and cupped his hands, saying, "My sincerest greetings, Lord Babbit."


    Late at night, the sky over Buck Town was dark. In this silence, no one knew about the massive changes happening within the Reyne family. From this moment, the situation in Buck Town had already begun to shift secretly.


    The next morning, Wilbur returned to Buck Town. Before reaching the gate, he saw from a distance, through the wind and snow, thousands of cultivators fighting at the gate, just like when he first arrived at the middle dimension. These cultivators, without a town token, could only obtain clothing by killing others.


    However, because no one was willing to die willingly, this melee was far more brutal than expected. At least ten thousand people were fighting, and after several minutes, fewer than a hundred were left alive.


    Wilbur thought these hundred would stop as the corpses on the ground already provided more than enough clothing even if each needed three sets. But to his surprise, after a short rest, these hundred survivors resumed fighting. It seemed they were so consumed by bloodlust that they could not tolerate others benefiting from the battle. Finally, a hundred became ten, and ten became one. Thisst person, maddened by bloodlust, roared and charged at the guards.


    A guard drew his sword and, with one sh of ck sword energy, swept right through thest survivor, cutting the person in half.


    In the end, none of the neers, who numbered over ten thousand, survived. Their original goal was simply to obtain an extra set of clothing. Had they been wiser, perhaps a thousand could have survived. This showed that the darkness in human hearts was far stronger than the challenges they faced. If one did not confront their true self, they would suffer greater harm in the long run.


    Taking a deep breath, Wilbur did not hesitate further. He quickly walked up to the gate, showed the guards his town token, and then entered the town.


    ording to yesterday''s agreement with Augheimer, Wilbur went to the secluded alley. Soon, Augheimer arrived to meet him as promised. Wilbur hurried up to him and asked, "So, any news about Felix?"


    Augheimer nodded and said, "I heard that Felix is now a servant of Mister Babbit. He holds a position of power second only to Babbit in the Reyne family. Wilbur, maybe things aren''t as you think. Didn''t you say Babbit knocked you out with one strike? You don''t know what happened afterward. I think Felix wanted to join the Rayne family. Now, his goal is achieved. As for you, if he really cared about you, Felix should have contacted you yesterday."