The Wizard Path From The Simulator

besides Milton Cheney and Lan, another figure had appeared at this time.

This additional person was none other than the Guardian Lord of the Guardian Sea, Level 7 Wizard Mansour.

At this moment, Mansour stood not far from Milton Cheney, his gaze towards him filled with a hint of surprise.

It seemed that even he had not anticipated that Milton Cheney would become a Level 5 Wizard so swiftly.

Mansour was aware of Milton Cheney, but in his eyes, Milton Cheney was merely an ordinary low-level wizard.

What he had not expected was that this unspectacular low-level wizard in his eyes could become a Level 5 Wizard in such a short span of time.

After all, a Level 5 Wizard in the Wizard Realm is no weakling, and could even be considered an incredibly strong entity.

However, Mansour’s surprise was only fleeting.

Just as Milton Cheney had imagined, even now that he had become a Level 5 Wizard, Mansour still didn’t hold him in high regard.

After all, Mansour had not just lived for tens of millions of years in this life.

How many years his previous life had survived in the Demon Realm, even Milton Cheney didn’t know.

But it’s conceivable that very few things could stir the emotions of such an existence.

In fact, the brief surprise in Mansour’s eyes at this time was already incredibly bewildering.

Even if Milton Cheney had become a Level 6 Wizard at this moment, as long as he didn’t reveal the special power he possessed in the Demon Realm, Mansour would probably still only feel a hint of surprise.

“Do you wish for me to help you observe destiny?”

Within the Rules Space, Mansour spoke softly.

His face always wore a gentle, faint smile.

And he never once inquired about Milton Cheney’s wizardly realm.

Hearing these words, Lan showed no reaction, and Milton Cheney simply nodded.

Seeing Milton Cheney’s nod, Mansour did not continue to speak.

In the next moment, without any superfluous movement from Mansour, a gigantic River of Fate appeared out of nowhere within the Rules Space.

Unlike the River of Fate observed by Milton Cheney,

the River of Fate summoned by Mansour appeared almost tangible, to the point where it was indistinguishable by the naked eye as an illusion.

And it was not just that.

The very instant the River of Fate appeared, Lan’s Rules Space seemed almost unable to contain it.

Boom!

From within the river, there even seemed to be the faint sound of surging waters.

This scene even caused a glint of surprise to flash across Milton Cheney’s eyes.

After all, whether in simulation or in reality, this was his first time witnessing such a spectacle.

Not only Milton Cheney, but Lan’s face also revealed a flicker of amazement.

The control Level 7 Wizards have over destiny absolutely cannot be compared to that of their Level 5 counterparts.

At this time, Mansour’s gaze shifted towards the River of Fate.

Milton Cheney did not speak, only waiting silently.

“Eh!”

The next instant, as he observed the River of Fate, Mansour let out a soft exclamation, as if he had seen something surprising.

Almost simultaneously with the sound, a tremendous burst of Spiritual Power erupted from Mansour.

Milton Cheney could even sense this Spiritual Power rushing towards him.

Of course, it was not meant for Milton Cheney.

For in that instant, it was not just Spiritual Power that surged within this small Rules Space.

An Illusory Big Hand also rose behind Mansour, reaching into the River of Fate as soon as it appeared.

“Interesting.”

Mansour muttered to himself, speaking as if in self-reflection.

However, the surprise and interest in his tone were something Milton Cheney could discern.

The fact that Marshour had piqued his interest implied that what he saw in the River of Fate was far from simple.

Even Milton Cheney couldn’t help but harbor a smidge of curiosity at this point.

At the moment, he was indeed curious about what Mansour had seen.

Did he see nothing at all?

Or like Lan, did he see a great deal?

Although Milton Cheney was a bit curious inwardly, his expression remained calm, with not a trace revealed.

He didn’t speak, simply continuing to wait.

Because he knew that perhaps soon, Mansour might tell him what he had seen.

After all, the destiny Mansour was observing at this time was Milton Cheney’s own path of fate.

A moment later, the Illusory Big Hand behind Mansour retracted from the River of Fate, empty.

“Did it fail?”

At this moment, Milton Cheney’s heart stirred slightly.

It wasn’t difficult for him to guess why Mansour’s Illusory Big Hand had plunged into the River of Fate.

It was highly probable that it was an attempt to capture his Fated Avatar.

But the current scene led Milton Cheney to surmise that it had failed.

After all, the Illusory Big Hand now held nothing at all.

Not even a hair, let alone a Fated Avatar.

In the next moment, the River of Fate did not disappear, but Mansour’s gaze rested upon Milton Cheney.

In that instant, a shudder went through Milton Cheney.

He suddenly had the sensation of being targeted by a great terror.

Milton Cheney could clearly feel every hair on his body standing on end.

This was not his intention, for after having undergone numerous simulations, he naturally wouldn’t easily succumb to fear.

It was purely an instinctive reaction of his body.

It was the instinct of a weaker being in the face of a stronger one.

No matter how strong Milton Cheney’s psychological fortitude, his body remained that of a Level 5 Wizard.