The Wizard Path From The Simulator

The success was undeniable, he could clearly feel an improvement in his spiritual power, his spiritual sea had even doubled.

But when compared to a Level 1 Wizard, this progress seemed more akin to expanding the limit of a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice, rather than becoming a Level 1 Wizard.

In simpler terms, if Milton Cheneys spirituality were made manifest at this moment.

It would have transformed from 9-90 to 9-95.

The limit was expanded, yet the status of a Level 1 Wizard was still out of reach.

Should I risk continuing to research and extrapolate along this path?

Milton Cheney pondered in his mind.

He was uncertain whether he was on the right track.

During these ten years, he had consulted countless white wizards who were also at the limit of a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice.

Yet he gained little, as those people hardly showed any willingness to share their research achievements.

Even those who had been most closely associated with his original self were no exception.

Worldly constraints.

If ten years ago, Milton Cheney was only suspicious, then now he was sure.

This was indeed the limitation of the Trial World.

He was obliged to elevate the limit of his meditation technique solely relying on himself.

However, this was an impossible task, even if Milton Cheney summoned all the white wizards in the Wizard Realm.

It would still not necessarily guarantee a 100% success rate, let alone the situation where he was alone.

Is every individual who joins the Guardian Sea faced with trials of such difficulty?bender

How on earth was Ian able to pass such an arduous trial back then?

If Ian were here now, he would find it even more unbelievable.

Because, compared with the trial Milton Cheney faced, his trial was childs play.

No matter, there are only seventy years left. Theres no turning back nowIll just have to persevere along this path. Milton Cheney made a resolution.

He had no time left for trial and error.

His body could at most live for another seventy years.

Time passed, and thirty years later

Milton Cheney was looking ahead, at a young man who was meditating on the meditation technique, sitting cross-legged before him.

Mansour.

At that time, Mansour had already reached the limit of an advanced -level wizard, that is, the limit of a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice.

The next moment, Mansour opened his closed eyes.

Milton Cheneys heart sank as Mansour shook his head at him.

He had failed!

It had nothing to do with talent. The problem lay in the meditation method.

Milton Cheney ran his fingers through his somewhat messy hair.

Thirty years!

Mansour, are you sure you didnt make any progress at all?

Yes, Mentor, it was completely useless. There was no disturbance in the spiritual sea.

Mansour had a great deal of respect for his mentor.

Over the years, he had been the student his tutor had paid the most attention to.

And he did not disappoint everyones expectations. He succeeded in reaching the limit of an advanced-level wizard five years ago, hoping to offer some aid to his tutor.

Huh-

Milton clenched his fists tightly, but soon, he released his breath and relaxed.

Alright, you may go back.

Mansour cast a worried glance at Milton before he saw the resolve in his mentors eyes and left.

Once Mansour had departed, Milton closed his eyes in deep agony.>p>After a while, when he reopened his eyes, they were void of emotion.>

Thirty years!

Tt hurts! Tt hilrts so much!

The present Milton could understand why the white wizards, with their decades of ongoing research and experiments, felt so desperate when they finally discovered it was all in vain.

That was exactly how Milton felt right now.

For the past thirty years, since he made the hard decision to continue his research and extrapolation in the specified direction.

Until now, thirty years had passed. Other than the fact that the limit of a Level

3 Wizard Apprentice had been slightly raised, there had been no other changes.

He had reached the end of this path, there was no possibility of further progress.

Actually, ten years ago, he had already reached the dead end.

However, Milton was not willing to give up, believing that Wizard Talent would undeniably have some influence.

Now that Mansour had also failed, Milton knew he should not have been wishful at the beginning.

A Level 1 Wizard?

He might as well forget about it. Its impossible.

Milton seemed to be considering giving up.

It was like in his previous life when someone gave a few books to a junior high school student and told them to get into the best university in the world within three years.

If the student was not a fool, they wouldnt accept these books saying, I will definitely get into the best university in the world.

Instead, they would probably look at the person offering them the books like they were looking at an idiot and say, Are you stupid? How is that possible?

What Milton was doing was undeniably harder than getting into the best university in the previous life.

Only got forty years left!

Ridding his mind of the mess created by the failed attempt, Milton Cheney stopped dwelling on it.

He was now eager to understand how he managed to extrapolate the meditation technique of a Level 1 Wizard in a text simulation.

Did the simulated Milton have some hidden talents in this area?

Milton felt his bodily functions were slowly beginning to deteriorate.

Forty years would be the most ideal case, but realistically, Milton understood he was unlikely to live another forty years.

In the remaining decades, could he potentially extrapolate the meditation technique to the level of a Level 1 Wizard?

Milton was not confident, as the failure after thirty years of effort had left him in despair.

Now he was faced with a choice.

Ultimately, Milton decided to pick up the original path he had previously abandoned.

He would make significant alterations to the meditation route of the meditation technique.

Although the experiments and deductions over the past thirty years had failed, they had provided Milton with a wealth of experience..