The Wizard Path From The Simulator

The master of Order Seventeen’s heart surged with tumultuous thoughts, ones he himself could scarcely believe.

If he hadn’t truly sensed the presence of the master of Order Nineteen within the Abyssal Domain, he would never have conceived such thoughts.

Even in his perception, this familiar presence was drawing closer to him.

It wasn’t long before a figure appeared within this space.

This figure was much larger than a giant.

However, the Demon body of the master of Order Seventeen also gradually shrank in this moment, until it was about the same size as the figure.

“Nineteen?”

The master of Order Seventeen’s massive voice echoed in the space, tinged with a hint of doubt and uncertainty.

As soon as the voice sounded, the figure in front of him chuckled lightly and nodded.

“You have become a Transcendent?”

The voice sounded again, and the figure continued to nod.

The master of Order Seventeen didn’t continue to ask, as the vast space fell into a strangely silent atmosphere.

It seemed like the master of Order Seventeen was wrestling with an inner turmoil, caught in profound conflict.

However, this quiet atmosphere didn’t last long before the figure broke it.

“I’m ready to leave.”

A calm voice arose in the space.

The master of Order Seventeen didn’t respond to him.

He had never imagined that the one before him could truly become a Transcendent, this was beyond mere luck.

This was definitely a method he had once known.

“Are you going to traverse the Universe’s Nine Layers?”

After a moment, the master of Order Seventeen finally spoke again.

As his words fell, the figure in front of him gently nodded.

The many years of scheming were all too clear to him, aimed at leaving the ninth layer of the Universe.

“There’s no hope.”

“Tell me the method of Transcendence, and you can name your price,” the master of Order Seventeen said again.

By this time, he had completely calmed down.

He was indeed shocked in that instant, but now he had regained his composure.

After all, to become a Level 8 Demon, one must have a great capacity to accept reality.

Hearing this, the figure shook his head.

“I’ve been scheming for three hundred thousand Abyssal cycles; no other Demons can replicate it,” the figure stated flatly.

The master of Order Seventeen felt some disappointment upon hearing this, but he no longer pressed the matter.

Because he knew that the figure before him was not deceiving him; there was no need for that.NôvelDrama.Org content.

But to traverse the Universe’s Nine Layers, the ultimate outcome must inevitably be death, so what was the point of all those years of scheming?

Could there be another contingency?

While the master of Order Seventeen was puzzled at heart, there was no change in his exterior.

“How confident are you?”

How confident?

Upon hearing these words, the figure only smiled faintly without responding.

After the smile, the mist that had obscured the figure’s face also gradually dissipated.

This action was naturally perceived by the master of Order Seventeen, though he felt nothing unusual about it.

After all, the face of the figure before him was nearly identical to the Demon body of the master of Order Nineteen.

That the Reincarnation kept the same face was strange indeed, but he found no surprise in it.

“I have completely abandoned the Demon body, so I can’t traverse the Layers as a Demon anymore.”

“This return is just to see you one last time; next, I will return to the World Sea. Whether I live or die, this will be our final encounter,” the figure said with a light smile.

The tone was very composed, as if life and death did not weigh heavily on his mind.

The master of Order Seventeen nodded, appearing to have something to say, but in the end, he remained silent.

The quiet atmosphere continued to enshroud the space.

If Milton Cheney had seen this scene in the space, even he would have been astounded.

The reason is simple: that figure, the Transcendent spoken of by the master of Order Seventeen, was someone he knew!

Yes, he knew!

Moreover, quite familiarly so.

This figure, who had transcended within the World Sea and returned to the Abyss, was even the helmsman of the Guardian Sea that Milton Cheney had joined in reality.

It was none other than the Level 8 Wizard, the Guardian Lord, the Outer Domain Visitor—Mansour!

But at this moment, Milton Cheney could not see anything within the space.

He also could not know that the true identity of Mansour here was not an arbitrary juvenile Demon summoned into the Wizard Realm from the abyss,

but a real Level 8 Demon, a master of Order.

Even if Milton Cheney were to guess, he could never have imagined it.

In the space at that moment,

Just as the figure was about to speak again, his light smile froze on his face.

The expression of the master of Order Seventeen also froze on his face.

All around them, everything seemed to halt in this moment, as if the world had turned into an illusion, then began to shatter like glass in a mirror.

Rolling time back a little,

In Milton Cheney’s territory, within the Demonic Flame Pool.

At this time, Milton Cheney’s face looked somewhat peculiar.

Because just now, the voice of the Simulator had unexpectedly echoed in his mind.

And the robotic voice’s message was something that Milton Cheney had encountered for the first time since he’d gotten the Simulator.

[Detected a significant connection between the Host’s Main World and the Simulated World; the world begins reshaping.]

[Simulation ends forcibly; rewards are kept as normal.]

These two robotic voices were exactly what had resounded in Milton Cheney’s mind at that instant.

Needless to say, hearing these left Milton Cheney feeling incredibly shocked.

World reshaping?

This was truly the first time such a thing had occurred during Milton Cheney’s Reincarnation Simulations.

Before Milton Cheney could pursue further thoughts,

He suddenly felt his consciousness plunge into Darkness.

Unbeknownst to him, the entire world began falling apart.

Milton Cheney’s consciousness turned into a beam of white light, which flew out of the Crimson World and ultimately out of the Abyssal Realm.

Milton Cheney could never have expected that his Simulation would end in such a manner.

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