Living With My Lady Boss

Wilbur emerged from the Dragon Confinement Spell, and Heaton smiled, saying, "Congratulations, Wilbur, you've succeeded."

"No, this is just the beginning."

Though Wilbur had spent 300 thousand years cultivating in the Dragon Confinement Spell, only ten thousand years had passed in the outside world. However, this time had felt incredibly long to Wilbur. The deaths of Augheimer and Felix weighed heavily on him, and while he had been powerless before, he did not want to miss the opportunity this time.

"Heh," Heaton chuckled. "So, are you still clinging to the past? Even three hundred thousand years couldn't change your mind, eh? Do you still want to become the dimensional guardian's servant, return to the past, and save your friends?"

"Yes," Wilbur replied resolutely.

"But have you ever considered that perhaps everything you're holding on to is meaningless?" Heaton said as he picked up a bottle of beer and drank deeply.

Wilbur, with a cold expression, responded, "Others may think it's meaningless, but I believe it has meaning. If I can't resolve this in my own way, I will forever hate myself."

After finishing the beer, Heaton set down the bottle, wiped the moisture from his lips, and picked up a newspaper from the table. "Wilbur, don't you understand by now?"

"Understand what?"

Locking eyes with Wilbur, Heaton calmly said, "Everything you're doing is pointless because this is the source of time. The upper dimensions are the origin of everything, and all time flows according to a special order, with the dimensional guardians modifying and ensuring the normal operation of that order. If you don't understand, let me make it clear: you can consider this place as the beginning of everything, and it all ends here. Everything that happens in the middle and lower dimensions is an inevitable result of time's operation."noveldrama

He gave Wilbur a moment to consider his words, then continued, "So, since that's the case, why do you insist on going to the middle or lower dimensions to search for some so-called answer in the past? By doing this, you're opposing the dimensional guardians. Do you think they will allow it?"

Wilbur's throat tightened as he reached into the ice bucket, pulled out a beer, and bit off the cap. He then tilted his head back and downed the entire bottle in one go.

Glancing at the empty bottle, Wilbur placed it on the table and said, "Mister Heaton, if there is an answer, I'd rather it be one I find myself, not one dictated by fate. Don't you want to give yourself a satisfactory answer to your past and future?"

Memories can be unbearably heavy, and most people cannot change the painful aspects of their past. Heaton opened his mouth, intending to dissuade Wilbur, but words seemed to have failed him. Instead, he said, "You only have half a million years of cultivation. Even if your Dragon Confinement Spell can accelerate time by a hundredfold, you'll still need another fifteen thousand years of training. After that, when your cultivation reaches two million years, you'll finally qualify to participate in the dimensional guardian's servant selection contest. But even then, there's no guarantee you'll succeed."

"It doesn't matter. I believe I will succeed eventually," Wilbur answered resolutely.