The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 462: 258 “Forced Consciousness Traction” and “The Appearance of the Simulator” (Please Subscribe)_1

Chapter 462: 258 “Forced Consciousness Traction” and “The Appearance of the Simulator” (Please Subscribe)_1

The Abyss does not keep track of time, but Milton Cheney could still sense the ceaseless passage of time, albeit indistinctly.

Since the last time he sensed that streak of energy in the Demon Mother River,

Milton had never again encountered a similar situation.

It was as if his initial perception was nothing but an illusion.

However, Milton was certain that it was not an illusion, for he had genuinely felt that energy stream merge into his demonic body.

“The perception from before seems to have indeed been just a chance occurrence,”

he mused to himself within the Demon Mother River.

Milton knew well that time would verify everything.

Despite much time having passed, Milton had not slackened his vigilance in sensing his surroundings; unfortunately, he had not perceived the energy stream a second time.

Now, Milton was fairly certain that what he had felt before was an extremely improbable event,

not even enough to be called a variable.

After all, even though Milton absorbed that faint energy stream last time, his demonic body showed almost no change whatsoever.

If there had been any change, it was only a transient one.

Milton could no longer feel any change in his body.

“So much time has passed, could there really be no new Inherited Memory?”

thoughts surged in Milton’s mind.

Although Milton did not know exactly how much time had passed since he reincarnated into this world,

he could still sense the rough passage of time.

After all, the concept of no timekeeping in the Abyss simply signifies that the flow of time is difficult to perceive,

not that time has truly come to a standstill in the world of the Abyss.

In Milton’s perception, since his reincarnation into the Crimson World, roughly ten thousand years had passed.

Of course, this was just a rough estimate felt by Milton.

The exact amount of time was certainly more than ten thousand years.

During these ten thousand years, Milton had always been wandering through the Demon Mother River since his birth.

Even after so many millennia, Milton’s understanding of the Crimson World was still limited to what he knew right after reincarnating, based on his Inherited Memory.

Milton also wanted to understand more about this world, to learn more about the Abyssal Realm.

But unfortunately, he was not in a position to do so; he simply could not leave the Demon Mother River at this time.

Even now, Milton did not know if he was just moving in circles in the same place.

Being unable to leave the Demon Mother River was not for lack of wanting to; it was just that he currently had no means of leaving.

For now, all Milton could do was to continue drifting within the Demon Mother River, in search of even the slightest variable.

He did not know what other demons did after their birth, but at this point, all he could do was exactly that.

Moreover, compared to other newly born demons, Milton had the advantage of memories from his former life.

This was why, after tens of thousands of years in this world, Milton was still not too worried.

What truly concerned him now was the issue of increasing his strength.

Although he had been wandering the Demon Mother River for tens of thousands of years, his demonic body remained fragile.

After all, even after so many millennia, there had been no change whatsoever in Milton’s own strength.

He had not become stronger with the passage of time, nor had he grown weaker.

Beyond his memories, he was no different from when he had just been born.

This was actually Milton’s sole concern.

Sometimes, one’s vulnerability can lead to a sense of insecurity.

And Milton felt a hint of this.

After all, even though he had yet to encounter danger, anything was possible.

In the Abyss, it was impossible to have no danger at all.

If that were the case, considering the size of the Abyss, what would the Demon Tribe become?

Milton hadn’t encountered danger yet, perhaps merely because the moment had yet to arise.

Eventually, there would come a time, and by then, thinking about these issues might be too late.

Milton certainly wanted to enhance the strength of his demonic body.

But at this moment, he had no means to do so.

It is like in the Wizard Realm, where one must possess the Meditation Technique to become a wizard.

Without it, no matter how talented or gifted, one could not become a wizard.

Milton might not know his aptitude now, but he was like someone who aspired to walk the Wizard Path without the Meditation Technique,

completely incapable of enhancing his strength.

Moreover, since his reincarnation, he had been born within the Demon Mother River, and now he could not leave it.

Of course, if Milton wanted to forcefully end this Reincarnation Simulation, he could choose to end it immediately.

But he would certainly not choose to do so.

If he were to do that, Milton wouldn’t have chosen to reincarnate in this world through the Reincarnation Simulation in the first place.

After all, since he had reincarnated into this era, he would not choose to end this Reincarnation Simulation before reaching his lifespan’s limit.

Even Milton Cheney had never made such a choice in his reincarnation simulations before.

“It seems I’ll have to keep waiting,” he said to himself.

Milton Cheney mused inwardly.

Since time didn’t progress in the abyss, he could wait as long as necessary.

After all, since his reincarnation into this world, Milton Cheney found that the passage of time had almost no effect on him.

This impact included both physical and psychological aspects.

After all this time, not a hint of fatigue or anything similar afflicted Milton Cheney.

Right now, his state of mind was no different from the moment he had first reincarnated into this world.

This was definitely a good thing, as it meant Milton Cheney could simulate for a long stretch of time during this simulation, a period that might even surpass the length of his previous longest reincarnation simulation.

Of course, that was only a possibility.

After all, Milton Cheney’s longest simulation was the time he reincarnated into the True Spirit Realm, which, combined, might span several hundred thousand years.

But whether such a lengthy reincarnation simulation had any meaning, Milton Cheney did not know.

If, after several hundred thousand years, he was still the same as now, then it would be meaningless.

But if things were different, then surely it would be significant.

As for what might happen in the future, Milton Cheney did not know.

Even in reality, Milton Cheney couldn’t dare to be absolutely certain of what the future might hold.

After all, the future is an enormous concept, always subject to change.

A small occurrence might trigger a butterfly effect, altering the entire course of the future.

And all the more so as he was in the midst of a reincarnation simulation.

This was Milton Cheney’s first reincarnation into this world, and naturally, he had no way of knowing what might happen in the future.

Thus, he must let everything take its natural course, uncertain whether the future would remain unchanged or present unexpected variables.

The unknown future was also the reason Milton Cheney would not actively end this reincarnation simulation.

After all, perhaps with just a little more time, an unexpected variable might emerge.

Though the abyss didn’t track time, time still flowed unhurriedly yet ceaselessly.

Within the Demon Mother River, Milton Cheney’s demon body meandered slowly through its currents.

Milton Cheney habitually checked his surroundings from time to time, a habit he had cultivated over many simulations.

Unfortunately, even after such a long time, Milton Cheney still had no significant findings.

Suddenly, a thought struck Milton Cheney.

In that instant, even the composed Milton Cheney was taken aback.

It wasn’t because he sensed any change in his environment.

Rather, it was because in that moment, a familiar mechanical voice of the Simulator resonated in his mind.

It should be noted that he was in the midst of a reincarnation simulation.

Occurrences of the Simulator’s voice during a reincarnation simulation were exceedingly rare.

[Host consciousness is being forcefully attracted.]

[There is a high probability that memories will be affected by the consciousness attraction, and a shield against it has been automatically enabled.]

These two mechanized voices echoed deep within Milton Cheney’s consciousness.

He could hear them clearly.

He knew it couldn’t be an illusion.

After all, he was far too familiar with this voice, and it would be impossible for any other entity to mimic the voice of the Simulator.

“My consciousness is being forcefully attracted?” he mused.

“Could this be the Outer Domain Visitor mentioned by the Zero Realm Master?” he wondered aloud the next moment.

By now, if Milton Cheney failed to understand what had just taken place, then all of his previous simulation counts would have been in vain.

The hint from the Simulator very likely meant that his consciousness was being forcefully attracted by an entity from another realm at that very moment.

However, because of the Simulator, the attraction was shielded the instant it happened.

Actually, it wasn’t even at the moment of attraction, because apart from hearing those two mechanized voices in his mind, Milton Cheney felt nothing else.

This clearly indicated that the Simulator had shielded him before his consciousness could be attracted.

As for why shield this attraction, it was clearly to protect his memories from any influence.

After all, all memories from a reincarnation simulation would be retained and brought back to reality when the simulation ended.

Nonetheless, the sudden appearance of the Simulator’s voice in his mind was beyond Milton Cheney’s expectations.

After all, in all his past reincarnation simulations, such situations occurred very rarely.

In his memory, there had been only two reincarnation simulations when the Simulator had provided such prompts.

The next moment, Milton Cheney collected his thoughts and refrained from further contemplation.

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