The Wizard Path From The Simulator Chapter 197 – Chapter 197: Chapter 138 'Martial Saint', 'Ultimate Sublimation' and 'End l (Seeking Subscriptions)_2

Chapter 197: Chapter 138 'Martial Saint', 'Ultimate Sublimation' and 'End l (Seeking Subscriptions)_2

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Thomas Lees nodded.

He knew that this discovery alone was not enough for Milton Cheney to take risks, especially since the Federation was in a period of rampant development.

At present, the number of Martial Artists from the First to the Sixth Grade in the Federation is a terrifying figure, but the number of warriors above Seventh Grade is plunging like a cliff.

After saying these things, Milton Cheney did not stay in the Research Institute any longer, but left directly.

Time went by quickly, and another ten years passed.

In this decade, the cleaned Subspace had no abnormalities.

The development of the Federation had entered a fast track, with major changes happening almost every year.

Since the status of Martial Artists was already high, policies concerning Martial Artists did not continue to be elevated in these years, but were carefully revised by Milton Cheney.

Perhaps because of the prevalence of Martial Arts, even the advancement of Technology has been driven somewhat.

Some bottlenecks in Technology have also been broken.

Capital City, Federal Strategic Bureau Headquarters.

Milton Cheney took a list handed over by Edward Sullivan and carefully looked at the numbers on the list.

“So many?”

Milton Cheney was taken aback!

The names on the list were shocking, and the stories behind them were even more unbearable to see.

“The Federation has been too stable for too long!”

“They already have rights they wouldn't have dared to think about before, why are they still so greedy?”

Milton Cheney softly said, with the names flashing across his eyes.

Are these people lacking in money?

Undoubtedly they are not. Most of these people are already Grandmaster Martial Artists.

Is power so attractive?

Milton Cheney's eyes flashed a hint of heartache. Many of these people were once excellent graduates of the Martial Arts Academy.

Some people Milton Cheney had met in person, and their impressions were very good.

What made these originally passionate people become what they are now?

“Edward Sullivan, is everything on this list true?”

Milton Cheney asked.

Upon hearing Milton Cheney's words, Edward Sullivan's heart was also somewhat heavy. He silently nodded his head.

What was written on the list was completely true, one hundred percent true, without any bias, with numerous pieces of evidence to prove it.

“I remember this Zheng Zhen.”

“More than twenty years ago during a Subspace riot, he protected more than four hundred civilians and evacuated them, losing an eye in the process.” “Such a person actually murdered a competitor's family of four for a little bit of power? How ironic!”

Milton Cheney looked at the name of Zheng Zhen on the list and said.

Edward Sullivan did not respond.

He knew that such feelings of betrayal were not pleasant, especially under the current premise of an invasion from an Alternate World.

Under such circumstances, instead of thinking about increasing their strength to face the invasion from the Alternate World, they are thinking about fighting for power and profit.

“Give the list to Jackson Wood. If everything is true, there is no need to hesitate.”

Milton Chavez closed his eyes and placed the list on the table in front of him.

Whoever kills must pay with their life, especially those who kill innocents.

Even a Seventh Grade Warrior cannot exploit the loopholes in the Federation's law.

Edward Sullivan took the list on the table without saying a word, and silently left the room.

East River County, in a mansion.

A dozen people sat at a long table and ate at a leisurely pace.

“Dad!”

“Oh, what's up?”

The elderly man at the head of the table, coming back to his senses, asked.

“I've called you several times and you didn't respond, you were lost in thought again.”

“Lily wants to apply to Martial Arts department, seeking your opinion.”

Hearing this, the old man's eyes appeared a little daze.

This scene seemed somewhat familiar.

Decades ago, the same thing happened in East River County, except, it was in a small house, and he was the one who wanted to apply to the Martial Arts Department.

Back then, he was eating with his parents, now his parents have long since left this world, but the number of people eating together has increased.

“Go ahead and take the exam, it's your decision.”

The old man softly replied.

“Dad, I want Lily to apply to Riviera Martial Arts Academy, can you pull some strings?”

The woman asked.

At this remark, everyone unanimously stopped their chopsticks.

The old man's hand trembled slightly. He is a Sixth Grade warrior, so there shouldn't be such a reaction.

He suddenly began to regret, regretting his decision to apply to Martial Arts Department, regretting what he's done over the past two years.

It seemed like his children were already reliant on the minimal power he had. No one knew, the old man's mind was undergoing a mental struggle.

“1…”

“Bang! Bang! Bang!”

Before the old man could finish, the mansion door was knocked loudly.

The old man's eyes flashed a glance of sharpness, and he clenched his fists, but in the next moment, he returned to calm, only the hand holding the chopsticks was shaking slightly.

“Boom!!”

The door was kicked open, and people in uniforms stormed in.

The dozen or so people eating at the long table wore different emotions. Some were confused, but a few also looked flustered.

Only the elderly man sitting at the head of the table didn't show any emotional fluctuations and gently put down his chopsticks.

“Why would members of the Federal Third Bureau came here?”

The old man's daughter was somewhat flustered, looking at her father unconsciously.

“Constantine, mind coming with us for a bit.”

The leader of the Federal Third Bureau spoke, staring at the old man sitting at the head of the long table.

After hearing these words, everyone was shocked.

Old man's children and descendants were completely clueless about what was happening.

Under these circumstances, the old man stood up and walked to the side of the members of the Federal Third Bureau.

“I'm sorry.”

The old man softly uttered.

These words seemed to be meant for others, but also seemed to be speaking to himself..

Chapter end