The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 627: 339 "The Disciple Deacon Who Will Not Come Again" and "Seventeen Thousand Years Later" (Please Subscribe)_1

Chapter 627: Chapter 339 “The Disciple Deacon Who Will Not Come Again” and “Seventeen Thousand Years Later” (Please Subscribe)_1

Milton Cheney did not say much, just nodded his head.

The next moment, messages spread from him to all over the Peak-Ocean Federation.

A heretical cult named the Apocalypse Cult quietly resurfaced in the world after a millennium.

Milton Cheney excused himself, and the young man in the Black Robe merely nodded indifferently.

In his eyes, Milton Cheney was nothing more than a tool.

His mission was to harvest enough life span, and who held power in this pasture was of little concern to him.

In an office, Milton Cheney pushed the door open and sat in the chair.

His expression was tranquil, and nothing of what had transpired could be discerned from his face.

A thousand years later, Milton Cheney’s identity had wholly changed from what it had been a millennium ago.

He had leapt from being a four-province garrison commander to the president of the Council of the entire Peak-Ocean Federation.

Within the Peak-Ocean Federation, there was none with higher status than him, but this did not mean that it was his one-man show.

Even so, Milton Cheney was unable to contend with this ‘foreign’ Disciple.

The gap was too substantial.

A thousand years was simply not enough time, far too short.

It could be said that some of his plans had just made it onto the agenda, and he dared not make them too obvious, otherwise all would be in vain.

As for this time’s harvest of life span, Milton Cheney had no means and could not prevent it.

However, the foundation of this world was too shallow; just the Disciple alone was not someone who could be dealt with by the power of this world.

After a millennium, Milton Cheney’s Realm had roughly reached that of a Level 4 Wizard in the Wizard Realm.

His Perceptual Ability had also greatly strengthened.

In Milton Cheney’s perception, the aura contained within the Disciple’s body was as terrifying as the Abyss.

Let alone his current self, even in reality, it was uncertain whether he could contend with this Disciple.

Milton Cheney’s fingers lightly tapped on the office desk as a myriad of thoughts flashed through his mind.

At this time, the Realm he outwardly displayed was still that of a Great Grandmaster in Martial Arts, and he could see that the Disciple was not very interested in harvesting his life.

As long as he was alive, there might still be a chance in the future to give this Disciple a ‘surprise’.

But if he were to die and end this Reincarnation Simulation, then the future of this world, without question, would be caught in a cycle of repetitious life span harvesting.

The erasure of memories might not be a bad thing.

After all, knowing too much at times may not be a blessing.

To Milton Cheney, this world was just a passerby.

No matter whether he had any gains in this world, or how significant they were, he would leave once the simulation ended.

Although he was real.

This world, however, was false to him.

To this world, Milton Cheney was just a passerby, but to this world, he was an unpredictable factor.

Whether this unpredictable factor was good or bad, only the future would tell.

……

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

[Host’s memory detected as being affected, memory interference has been blocked.]

In the Council chamber, where only four of the six seats were occupied,

Milton Cheney, seated at the head of the table, ignored the mechanical voice that echoed in his mind at that moment and instead shifted his gaze to the other three individuals in the room.

Indeed, at that very instant, a shade of confusion swept across the faces of the other three at the same time.

Although the look of confusion was fleeting, Milton Cheney caught it.

“Indeed, the impact on memories is not that simple,”

“Even if I deliberately embedded marks in their subconscious within a thousand years, those marks would similarly be erased once their memories were affected.”

Milton Cheney muttered to himself.

The memory erasure was thorough.

These people, whether their real memories or the faint memories based in their subconscious, had all been wiped clean at this moment.

That also meant that one of Milton Cheney’s attempts during the millennium had failed.

“Erasing the relevant memories from everyone in the world and then instilling some false memories into their consciousness.”

“While at it, restoring this flawed world to what it was twenty years ago.”

“Other than a drastic reduction in population, this world has not changed a bit, as if twenty years had been erased yet no one is aware.”

“Because in these people’s memories, the world has always been like this.”

“Can the people in this world still be called human?”

Witnessing this scene, Milton Cheney felt a tinge of sorrow.

Although he was no Virgin Mary, he found it somewhat hard to bear watching this unfold.

After all, having been reincarnated into this world, he, too, could be considered an atypical native of this world.

The people of this world were also real.

To see your kind treated like livestock, it was natural for Milton Cheney not to feel good about it.

“Regarding the issue of trade shares across the South Conquest Ocean, the Black Bear Federation has requested to increase the revenue share by threefold, should we pass this motion?”

“No.”

“No.”

The other three’s bafflement was momentary, and in the next instant, the Council proceeded normally.

Watching the scene he had already experienced twenty years prior, Milton Cheney fell into silence.

After a short while, he calmly spoke,

“No.”