The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Benedict White didn’t say anything but directly took the white paper that Milton Cheney handed him and began to read.

However, just moments later, an expression of shock appeared on Benedict White’s originally calm face.

It seemed as if he had seen something unimaginable.

“This… how is this possible?”

Benedict White looked at Milton Cheney, seeking confirmation of the authenticity of the contents on the white paper.

Peak-Ocean Federation, Gray Bear Federation, Venus Federation.

These three great Federations of the world were all tacitly allowing the development and strengthening of the doomsday cult.

“It’s true.”

“I never imagined that this doomsday cult had such significant origins.”

“No wonder a heretical cult preaching about the apocalypse could ravage the entire Federation in just two short years.”

Milton Cheney said in a calm voice.

Rather than saying the doomsday cult had significant origins, it would be more accurate to say the people behind the doomsday cult were of significant origin.

And their significance was not just ordinary, it was astonishingly significant.

Because the ones standing behind the doomsday cult were not from this world at all.

The doomsday cult was merely a means to confuse and deceive; it wasn’t something that would cause such an embarrassment on the surface.

“But this also…”

Benedict White was somewhat stunned, wanting to say something, but in the end, he said nothing.

A silent atmosphere began to spread.

After a moment, Milton Cheney waved his hand, signaling that Benedict White could leave.

Still in a daze, Benedict White nodded like a robot and then walked away in a trance.

After Benedict White left, Milton Cheney stretched out his hand and rubbed his temples.

At this moment, a sense of contemplation inevitably arose in his heart.

Indeed, how could any world within the seventh Universe be simple?

The next moment, Milton Cheney sat down in his chair.

In that instant, countless thoughts flashed through his mind.

Two years ago, when he first encountered those cultists, he had thought that their methods did not belong to this world.

And it turned out to be true, indeed.

“So what was being extracted was not life force, but lifespan.”

“I really thought I had reincarnated into a Great World that had not yet developed; little did I know I had reincarnated into a pasture.”

Milton Cheney mused to himself.

Indeed, this so-called world was nothing more than a small pasture controlled by the Black Moon Sect.

And the natives of this world were the ‘livestock’ within the pasture, or rather, commodities.

But what was being traded was not their bodies, but their lifespans.

He knew more than just what was written on the white paper.

He knew much more than what Benedict White had just seen.

After all, a year ago, he had truly met that disciple and steward of the Black Moon Sect.

Even Milton Cheney had never considered that lifespan itself could be traded.

And even to the extent that to trade lifespan, a ‘pasture’ replicating the real world would be constructed.

Extracting lifespan, trading lifespan.

Such methods were beyond the capabilities of the real Milton Cheney.

Let alone achieving it, he couldn’t even dare to think of it.

Because if one truly had such ability, wouldn’t that amount to a form of alternative immortality?

No wonder an ordinary world could give birth to a Cultivation Path, though this Cultivation Path was incredibly crude.

Everyone a dragon? Nothing but a joke.

To cultivate in this world, unless one reached an extremely high Realm like Milton Cheney, one was nothing but disposable livestock.

Even to that steward’s disciple of the Black Moon Sect, Milton Cheney was just high-quality livestock.

The reason Milton Cheney had not been harvested was simply that to the eyes of that disciple and steward, he had the potential to reach higher Realms.

Reaching higher Realms meant possessing more lifespan.

When progress became impossible, it would be time for him, the high-quality livestock, to have his lifespan extracted.

And even if he was not harvested this time, his memory would still be erased later, awaiting the next harvest.

Fortunately, Milton Cheney was special.

With the Simulator, his memory could not possibly be affected.

But that steward’s disciple was unaware of all this.

This was also why Milton Cheney could be clearly aware of these things; to the eyes of that steward’s disciple, what did it matter if you knew more? After he left, your memory would ultimately be erased anyway.

That person seemed to enjoy the feeling of giving people hope, then despair, and a sense of helplessness.

The reason Milton Cheney had never considered these things before was simple.

The Cultivation Method he mastered was unpracticable in this world.

Even the Path of Cultivation toward immortality was impassable here.

Therefore, Milton Cheney began to think of this world as either a standalone world, an ordinary world, or a Great World that had not yet developed.

After all, Reincarnation Simulation would reincarnate one to the very beginning stages of a world’s development.

It was precisely for this reason that Milton Cheney didn’t think too much about it.

He simply considered this world as nothing more than a relaxing Reincarnation Simulation.

But now, knowing more, Milton Cheney naturally would not think that way anymore.

However, he didn’t feel any fear or similar emotions.

After all, no matter what, this world was just another Reincarnation Simulation for Milton Cheney.

It was a pity if there was no gain, but it was naturally better if there was.

“If, as I suspect, this world is just a part of the Black Moon Sect’s Territory within the Immortal Realm,”

“then why can’t I practice the Cultivation Methods I have mastered?”

“Is it because this place is a ‘Mystic Realm’ within a Little World? Or because it’s shielded by a grand formation that prevents Cultivation?”

Milton Cheney gently tapped the table in front of him, his heart sinking into contemplation.

When he saw that disciple from the Black Moon Sect a year ago, he was fifty percent certain that this world was the so-called Immortal Realm.

Because terms like Sect and Disciple were too similar to those used in the Cultivation Realm.

In other worlds, it was rare to have organizations referred to as Sects.

But even so, Milton Cheney was only fifty percent sure.

After all, this was all just his speculation, and it was extremely difficult to verify.

Unless he could leave this world and truly go to the outside world.

But that was difficult.

However, this was only very difficult for him within this simulation.

If Milton Cheney could use Reincarnation Simulation a few more times to choose to reincarnate into this world, even if he were very unlucky, eventually there would be a time when he truly reincarnated into this world.

But that was not what the current Milton Cheney needed to consider.

What he was thinking about now was how to go beyond this world within this Reincarnation Simulation.

“Is there a way for me to leave this world in this simulation and go to the outside?”

“This time it may be impossible, but is there a chance in the next millennium?”

“But if the outside world is always watching this world, how should I proceed? Should I take the risk and try to scheme something?”

One thought after another flashed through Milton Cheney’s mind.

One plan after another emerged from the depths of his heart.

As time slowly passed, moments later, Milton Cheney temporarily suppressed the thoughts in his mind.

……..

Time flew by, and in the blink of an eye, eighteen years had passed.

[Detection: Host’s memory has been affected, memory interference has been shielded.]

The familiar mechanical voice echoed in his mind, and sitting in the chair, Milton Cheney sighed softly.

Twenty years had gone by, and this world was already somewhat ‘riddled with holes.’

But aside from the total population of this world decreasing, there seemed to be no other changes.

Apart from Milton Cheney, protected by the Simulator’s shielding of memories, no one knew that the memories of all the other people in this world had been ‘purified’ once.

“What will the scene be like after a millennium?”

At this moment, Milton Cheney quietly mused to himself.

Milton Cheney, whose memory remained completely unaffected, clearly understood when the next harvest would be.

What should he do in the meantime?

Should he wield the power of the World in defiance? Or should he pretend ignorance? Or perhaps, scheme in secret?

The answer, perhaps, was known only to Milton Cheney himself.

……..

Spring went and autumn came, as if the world had not changed at all.

Even after a thousand years, it was still the same.

In the Peak-Ocean Province, at the Central Tower.

“Is it you?”

“Envoy, what are you talking about?”

Milton Cheney, now with the appearance of a middle-aged man, spoke with a very respectful manner, though his heart was completely indifferent.

“Never mind, let’s get started.”

The surprise on the face of the Black Robe youth lasted only an instant; the next moment, he indifferently shook his head and spoke.

…….

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