My Divine Pet Enables Me To Become The Biggest Winner
Chapter 488 - 361: The Lapdog in Front of the Imperial Palace_1

Chapter 488: Chapter 361: The Lapdog in Front of the Imperial Palace_1

Colby Dominic’s heart was bleeding. This huge cost made him hesitant since that single Precious Rhinoceros horn was reserved for his advancement to the Seventh Level.

Evans Graham and Lawrence Charlton, who were on one side, persuaded him together, "Time waits for no one. If we delay, something wrong could happen!"

"Master Dominic, money is nothing but a worldly possession. Don’t forget that the greatest departure from filial piety is having no descendants!"

All they need to do is avoid spending the money and force Colby Dominic, this big fool, to go.

At such a critical moment, Owen Bertram suddenly said faintly, "Master Liam, you can’t just sell me like this. When I came out, I already felt that Short-lived Valley had undergone a huge change!

Although it was difficult before, everyone knew it wouldn’t be fatal. But now, going in will really drain you to death..."

After hearing these words, Colby Dominic sighed deeply in his heart. In the end, he owed the child a life of dishonor and depravity.

Colby Dominic nodded, "Master Owen, Old Husband agrees. Old Husband, the Commander of the Central Prison, keeps his word. Please save them immediately!"

Owen Bertram clenched his teeth, putting on a desperate and determined attitude, and strode boldly into Short-lived Valley.

Everyone widened their eyes, fearing that Owen would be ejected like Colby Dominic. Fortunately, an invisible barrier whirlpool appeared and swept Owen into it.

"Hoo–" Colby Dominic and others breathed a sigh of relief. Nick Liam was a bit worried seeing Owen swept into the vortex: Did I really cheat the kid?

...

At this moment, Wayne Malvin was not alone. He and several thousand people were gathered together in ragged condition, some leaning on rocks while others lay directly on the ground.

When crisis struck, these young talents made the right choice: unite and overcome the difficulties together.

Everyone gathered to find a way to break through. However, despite trying various methods, they remained trapped and grew weaker as their lifeforce waned, unable to stand or sit. Anyone might fall asleep at any time and never wake up here.

In Short-lived Valley, there were many groups like this, ranging from a few thousand to a hundred people, but there were very few cultivators who were truly alone.

Only the smart would participate in the Dragon and Snake List competition.

Wayne Malvin leaned against a broken bell. He was slightly better off than the others since the Tire-5 Magic Weapon next to him had protected him for a while. His many expensive magical instruments had also gradually decayed and declined under this force, just like the broken bell.

The malicious power in the void had thickened into dark gray storms, constantly sweeping over them. Wayne felt that his life and those of the others were like candle flames in the wind, which could be extinguished at any moment and then emit a strand of green smoke before vanishing from the world.

Before his impending death, Wayne became more open-minded than ever. Reflecting on his life, he was filled with regrets. He had always secretly resented his mother, who probably knew. He pretended to be stubborn, often causing trouble for the man who cleaned up after him, yet he had never called him "father".

Thinking about it now, the stigma he’d borne since birth seemed insignificant. What did others’ opinions matter, could they make him lose a piece of his flesh?

It’s laughable. Apart from cultivation, it seemed that there’s genuinely nothing admirable about himself.

"Who would have thought that the Dragon and Snake List competition would bury a whole generation of outstanding young talents in Wood Dynasty? Even if I repent, there’s no chance to make amends now..."

He suddenly saw someone approaching from a distance, and sneered for a moment: Is my time up? I’m having hallucinations.

In his vision, the newcomer was struggling and laborious, with his legs as if filled with lead, his upper body leaning forward, and his head hooked. It seemed as if he was tied down with heavy ropes and had to fight the wind and sand in the storm.

Wayne just watched him without thinking about anything. He firmly believed it was an illusion: At this point, if they entered together with Wayne, the young cultivators would never have the strength to stand and walk. But if it was a Grandmaster who came in from outside to support him, they wouldn’t be struggling like this.

The man gradually approached and suddenly spoke, "Can you still walk?"

Wayne saw the gasping people around him shaking their heads, "We can’t move."

Huh? Do they also have the same hallucinations as me? Wayne suddenly realized: It’s not an illusion? There’s really someone here to save us?

The man seemed quite helpless: "Not a single one who can move?"

Wayne silently stared at him and suddenly realized he looked familiar: It was Owen Bertram! The fellow his aunt invited to punish him!

Wayne felt an absurd sense in his heart. Before he had any other thoughts, he saw Owen take out a seed from his arms. The seed grew rapidly the moment it was revealed, quickly turning into a huge, magical plant and extending vines that winding around everyone on the ground.

When a vine that resembled a spirit snake extended towards him, Wayne felt a surge of pride in his heart for a moment and wanted to resist. But soon, he recalled his shame and regrets, his pride instantly vanished, and he stayed still, allowing the vine to wrap him up like everyone else.