The Wizard Path From The Simulator Chapter 195

Chapter 195: Chapter 137: “42 Years” and “The Path of the Martial Saint” (Seeking Subscriptions)_3

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“Jackson, the Infiltration Project for the subspace was picked up by you personally, and three years have passed already, any progress?” Milton Cheney moved his gaze away and turned to leave.

Wesley Yorke followed him.

After hearing what Milton said, he sighed slightly: “No progress at all.”

There was a reason why this so-called infiltration project was abandoned.

He had tried countless methods over the last few years, but none had yielded any substantial results.

“Should I help you check the subspace?”

“Absolutely not. The subspace is extremely unstable. If it suddenly collapses, even a Ninth Grade Martial Artist might get swamped.”

Wesley was startled by Milton's words,

Milton was now arguably the most important person in the Federation, it was not worth taking such a risk.

It was only discovered a few years ago that the subspace could collapse. Before that, nobody knew the subspace could even collapse.

That time, the Federal Second Bureau suffered significant losses.

“Time waits for no one! For how long are we supposed to keep up this passive resistance?” , Milton lamented.

It had been more than a decade since the last large-scale invasion from the alternate world, Milton did not know when their total assault would come.

But with the Federation as it currently stands, the chances of withstanding this onslaught were slim.

Most likely less than one in ten.

Of course, if Milton hadn't come to this world and there was no martial arts technique here,

The chances of victory would drop to zero.

As the saying goes, 'The Heaven subtracts one from fifty to leave the Great Limit of forty-nine.'

With Martial Arts, this world might not be without any opportunity at all.

“Lets wait a bit more. The Research Institute said that they guarantee they can deduce the Ninth Grade Martial Way Records within twenty years,” Wesley said somewhat helplessly.

The future seemed to be shrouded in darkness, it was uncertain when the light of hope would finally break through this darkness and illuminate the ground.

“The Research Institute?”

Milton Cheney muttered to himself, then shook his head.

It was too hard, without any reference. Even if the Eighth Grade Martial Arts Record were brought into the Wizard Realm, twenty years might not be enough.

Milton no longer had much hope of becoming a Martial Saint now.

This world may exhibit massive potential at the end of its lifespan, but it does have its limits.

At some point, time seemed to have an accelerated button pressed.

One year, two years, three years!

Ten years, twenty years, thirty years!

Time flew by in a flash, and before one knew it, thirty years had passed.

This world seemed to have regained its tranquility as time went on.

All the subspaces had been cleared, and the subspace creatures were no longer visible except for in the Federation's Research Institute.

Martial Arts had become the most critical thing in the world.

The people living in this era would find it difficult to imagine.

From the memories of their elders, martial arts were not the mainstream, technology was.

Martial Arts weren't the mainstream?

How could that be?

They found it difficult to imagine what the world looked like without martial arts.

It was just like in Milton's previous life on the Blue Star.

If someone were to claim that decades ago, technology was not mainstream, mass martial arts practice was, even if there was evidence, few would believe it.

Mass martial arts practice, was not just a saying in the Federation.

At this era, who has high status?

Undeniably, it was the Martial Artist!

Who make money quickly, even to the point of not lacking money?

Undeniably, it's the Martial Artist again!

Nearly ninety percent of the officials in the Federation were all Martial Artists.

The leaders of big businesses were also all Martial Artists.

The majority of 'underachievers' who graduated from the Martial Arts Academy were at least Second Grade Martial Artists.

The numbers of Third Grade, Fourth Grade, Fifth Grade, and Sixth Grade Martial Artists were rapidly increasing.

The entire Federation was entering a sort of alternative race.

The Golden Bowl and big businesses looked at your rank as a Martial Artist when they wanted to hire people,

Even during matchmaking, women would see if you were a Martial Artist.

If the world were to go on for another ten thousand years, twenty thousand years, a hundred thousand years,

By then, technology might not be valued at all, and the strength of individuals would become everyone's pursuit.

Of course, Milton wasn't concerned about where this world's future was headed.

If they couldn't withstand the invasion of the Alternate World, there's no point in talking about the future!

He ultimately didn't belong to this world.

Perhaps his name would be recorded in the history books of this world, occupying many pages.

But Milton was very clear, he would reincarnate into many other worlds.

This world was his second, but definitely not his last.

Capital City, Federation Research Institute.

Thomas Lees, who already had gray hair, handed the catalog in his hands to Milton and did not say anything.

Milton still looked like a middle-aged man at this time, seemingly unchanged from thirty years ago.

Milton took the catalog, but did not immediately open it.

“Old Lees, this is the fourth edition, right?”

“You told me ten years ago that it would be a hundred percent successful.”

“Now ten years have passed, I heard you say 'a hundred percent' three times, how come you don't seem confident at all this fourth time?”

Milton spoke in a light-hearted tone, teasing the old fellow in front of him.

Having lived in this world for nearly a hundred years, these experiences were far more important than becoming a Ninth Grade Martial Artist.

Milton's willpower now wouldn't be affected even after ten reincarnations.

If he were to return to the Wizard Realm this time, perhaps the simulator's automatic protection function would not even turn on.

Because Milton did not need it anymore.

So, even if he couldn't become a Ninth Grade Martial Artist, he was still very satisfied with what he had gained in this world.

Hearing Milton's joke, Thomas Lees' mouth curled into a smile.

“Little Cheney! Have a look.”

Hearing this, Milton was stunned.

No one had called him 'Little Cheney' for many years.

What was this old fool thinking, suddenly calling him 'Little Cheney'?

But Milton didn't mind, and flipped open the catalog before him.

The more he read, the more shocked Milton became, but the speed at which he flipped through the pages did not increase.

Finally, Milton closed the Martial Arts Record.

He was somewhat surprised: “You've incorporated the meditation technique I gave you into the Ninth Grade Martial Arts Technique, how did you do it?” Thomas Lees gave a mysterious smile and shook his head silently.

Milton saw the shadow of the Guardian Meditation Technique in this Ninth Grade Martial Arts Record. Even though only the setting of the Meditation

Routes was referenced.

But you should know that these are two completely different cultivation paths. Even the meditation technique cannot be cultivated in this world.

That is to say.

The old man in front of him extracted the essence from a meditation technique that couldn't be cultivated and fused it into the Martial Arts Technique.

Did Thomas Lees have this kind of talent and ability?

Or was this the World Consciousness pushing matters behind the scenes?

“Old Lees, I salute you.”

“Your deeds will certainly go down in history,” Milton began, expressing his true thoughts.

Without any incident, this Ninth Grade Martial Arts Record could very likely allow him to cultivate to the realm of a Ninth Grade Martial Saint.

Within a hundred years, before the total onslaught of the Alternate World arrives,

This world will definitely have more than just one Martial Saint!

Do remember, before a world is destroyed, the potential erupted by the countless beings within it is unimaginable.

PS: This world's story is almost finished, it should end in the next chapter.

Thanks a lot for your monthly tickets, love you all-

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