NovelBookWilbur 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
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the outside world. However, this thad 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 be 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 | believe it has meaning. If | can't resolve this in
my own way, | will forever hate myself."
After finishina the beer, Heaton set down the bottle, wiped the moisture from his lips, and picked up a newspaper from the table
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