Living With My Lady Boss

Thus, Holt had thought of two ways to take the Dark Messenger down. The first was improving his cultivation on his own, and then killing the Dark Messenger. The second was to reach out to the Cold Lord after he had grown more powerful, and then become a puppet of the Cold Lord to break free from the Dark Messenger's control.

If Holt was being honest, the first option would be much more preferable. This was because after he had heard the Dark Messenger's plans of becoming the ninth evil god, Holt's entire worldview had shifted.

Why become a puppet to an evil god when he could just become an evil god to begin with? Holt did not want to go from being a puppet of the Dark Messenger to the puppet of the Cold Lord.

For now, Holt's survival relied on him being the Dark Messenger's puppet and had to listen to the Dark Messenger.

The Dark Messenger stared at Holt before saying, "You'll stay here. I'll come out of the formation and kill Augheimer if he ever shows up."

"But..."

"Holt!" The Dark Messenger glared at Holt. "Remember your place."

Holt tried to speak, but words failed him. The Dark Messenger looked back at the arcane formation and walked up to it as he muttered the spell Wilbur had taught him. Three tries later, the Dark Messenger was still unable to form a connection with the arcane formation.

There was no doubt that the spell Wilbur gave him was useless. He was tricked! "F*cking bastard!"

The Dark Messenger clenched his fists, hardly able to contain his fury. "I should have just devoured him and drained him of all his powers and memories for myself instead of trusting him! F*ck!"

The Dark Messenger waved a hand, and a huge black palm grabbed a tree beside him and yanked it off the ground. The trunk of the tree exploded, and the rest of it collapsed to the ground.noveldrama

Holt stood watching all of this quietly, a smile silently creeping onto his face.

At the same time, white light flashed in the arcane formation as Wilbur fell from the sky. He was greeted with boundless waters that he landed in unceremoniously with a loud splash.

The sun beat down on Wilbur's face through the seawater, and he swam upward before breaking the surface to wipe the water off his face. He looked around and noticed there was nothing but the sea and the sky.

There was no island in sight, only endless waters.

Wilbur could sense the time in this dimension flowing much more quickly than it did outside. He leaped out of the water, soaring into the air, and hovered cross- legged in mid-air before closing his eyes to meditate.

Wilbur had been wistful about leaving the mirage ever since that incident, so he quickly meditated to feel the speed of time in this arcane formation. It was around a hundred times faster than on Earth.