The Wizard Path From The Simulator

In his eyes, the young man currently locked in the chair was emitting a dense aura of black qi.

This wisps of black qi seemed to be overflowing from within the young man’s body.

“Such dense death energy.”

A flicker of surprise passed through Milton Cheney’s gaze, but it quickly turned indifferent as he murmured to himself.

He had never encountered this state in this world before, but it was not unfamiliar to him.

Having visited far too many worlds, he naturally understood what the black qi he sensed was.

This much death energy, it no longer seemed like it belonged to the living.

Yet, this young man still possessed all the functions that living people have.

“Take me to see the other members of the Doomsday Sect.”

Milton Cheney’s gaze did not linger on the young man for long before he spoke softly.

Curiosity had arisen in his heart.

After all, the situation he was observing seemed to be beyond the capabilities of the world as he knew it.

The world Milton Cheney was familiar with, besides possessing Martial Arts, was just an extraordinarily ordinary world.

But the scene before him clearly should not exist in this world.

Of course, at this moment, only a trace of curiosity had arisen in Milton Cheney’s heart.

As for other emotions, naturally, there were none.

“Alright, please, follow me,” replied Andrew Wright, nodding hurriedly before stepping forward.

A moment later, Milton Cheney had observed all the remaining members of the Doomsday Sect.

And just as he had anticipated.

The Doomsday Sect, whether it was the ordinary members or the slightly more special small leaders, were all enveloped by a thick death energy, as if they were already dead.

Yet, these people were almost indistinguishable from the living, aside from their fanatical belief in the Doomsday Sect.

They could breathe normally, they needed to eat when hungry, and drink when thirsty.

Even after observing all around, Milton Cheney could not find anything peculiar beyond the death energy.

Upon returning to an office with Andrew Wright, Milton Cheney sat on a chair, his brows slightly furrowed.

Meanwhile, Andrew stood quietly by the side, waiting for Milton Cheney to ponder.

“Give me all the information you have on the Doomsday Sect.”

Milton Cheney’s fingers tapped on the office desk in front of him as he spoke.

Hearing Milton Cheney’s words, Andrew meticulously conveyed every piece of information he had about the Doomsday Sect to him, word by word.

After listening to everything Andrew had to say, Milton Cheney nodded with an unaffected expression.

“Compile all the information into a report and then pass it upwards. This is probably not just an ordinary cult preaching incident,” Milton Cheney said.

Although he had noticed some clues, he did not take the initiative to speak them aloud.

After all, he was not sure whether the upper echelons of the Peak-Ocean Federation had been infiltrated by people from this so-called Doomsday Sect.

Once Milton Cheney finished speaking, Andrew nodded solemnly.

Although there was a hint of confusion in his heart, because while the event covered a considerable range, it did not seem to require such grave attention.

After all, it was only ordinary people joining a cult.

But he had known Milton Cheney for more than a day or two, so despite his doubts, he did not question Milton’s decision.

After Andrew left, Milton Cheney’s fingers continued to tap one by one on the office desk in front of him.

His eyes were as still and profound as a serene lake.

Various thoughts also flashed through his mind at this time.

“These people had their life force directly drained away without realizing it. What kind of method relies on this?”

“Who exactly is behind the Doomsday Sect?”

“This world, indeed, cannot be as simple as I imagined.”

At this moment, Milton engrossed himself in rapid contemplation.

Before seeing these cult members, Milton’s thoughts were also very simple.

But after having observed all these cult members, Milton realized that this was probably not a simple preaching case.

Draining the life force of ordinary people and maintaining them in the state of living.

This method seemed incredibly astonishing, but in Milton’s eyes, it was still quite crude.

Milton himself could achieve this in reality and even do it better.

But despite that, this was not a method that should exist in a world solely of Martial Arts.

Not to mention, even Milton himself was unable to accomplish this in the current world.

The reason he could do it in reality was because he had the Realm of a sixth-order Wizard Immortal.

But at the moment in the Reincarnation Simulation world, he was far, very far from his true Realm in reality.

Moreover, the Path of Cultivation of Martial Arts in this world was completely different from the Wizard Immortal Cultivation Path he controlled in reality.

……..

Time slowly passed by, and in the blink of an eye, two years had passed.

In Clearwater Province, within the military district, inside the garrison house.

Milton picked up the document bag in his hand, opened it, and took out several sheets of white paper from within.

After a quick glance, Milton set the papers down.

There wasn’t much change in his expression compared to before, it was still very serene.

However, a flicker of something different passed through his eyes just a moment ago.

“Old White, take a look,” he said.

The next moment, Milton picked the papers back up and handed them to an older middle-aged man standing beside him with a somewhat aged face.