Chapter 408: Chapter 232 “Reincarnation in the Tide Realm” and “Simulation Ends” (Subscription Requested) _2

Translator: 549690339

“No rush, take it slow.”

In the courtyard, Milton Cheney slowly opens his eyes.

His gaze was fixed on the huge sun hanging in the sky, his mind slightly pondering.

Time slowly passes, and in the blink of an eye, thirty years have vanished.

In Great Dryville, Four Seas City, the Tai-Chi Tower.

Milton Cheney sits cross-legged on the bed, holding a book in his hands.

The book is clearly quite old, the pages have all turned yellow.

But Milton Cheney calmly flips through the pages, his gaze always focused on the content inside.

As time passes, the book gradually reaches its final page in Milton’s hands.

Milton scrutinizes the content on the last page of the book; only after quite a while he gently closes it.

After closing it, he sets the old book aside.

Milton’s expressions do not change, he merely stretches out his hand to gently massage his brow.

Thirty years have passed, and the now middle-aged Milton has aged.

Just like in the Wizard Realm, the lifespan of an ordinary person in this world is at most one hundred and fifty years.

Milton is now forty, has already entered middle age.

In the span of thirty years, Milton could confirm that this world is similar to the ancient world of his Previous Blue Star.

This is no longer a matter of perception.

Because Milton now understands almost ninety percent of the world he resides in.

And the reason for his confidence is due to his current status.

He is now the State Preceptor of Great Dryville.

As for this world’s books, it was three years ago that Milton had read every single one.

After all, the Kingdom Library of Great Dryville contains the most complete collections of books in the world.

The Tide Realm, where Milton reincarnated, astonishingly, had edges.

Great Dryville, where Milton currently resides, had explored the edges of this world a thousand years ago.

This world is a fully spherically-curved and flat world.

Moreover, this world is small, completely unlike the vast Tide Realm that Milton had imagined.

If just considering its size, this world is even smaller than the largest Wizard Continent in the Wizard Realm.

As a result, Milton didn’t need to cultivate the transcendent path to possess transcendent power. With just minimal efforts, he blended into the largest state in the world as a State Preceptor.

Simply put, to Milton, this seems less like a world at the center of the World Sea, rather more like a Beginner Village.

“How did this happen? I’m certain I chose the Tide Realm for my reincarnation.”

“No matter how you look at it, this place couldn’t possibly be the Tide Realm.”

On the bed, Milton frowns slightly, mumbling to himself.

“Could it be that this world isn’t the real Tide Realm, but a small world within the Tide Realm, like a Mystic Realm?”

This thought reemerges in Milton’s mind again.

This idea has popped up countless times in his head over these decades.

The reason why is simple.

Because no matter how you look at it, Milton’s current world has no connection to the Tide Realm.

“If I indeed reincarnated in a small world like the Mystic Realm within the Tide Realm, then how do I leave?”

Milton feels a bit troubled.

Because this is almost a deadlock.

The reason is – there are no Transcenders in this world.

Even a single sign, even a tiny clue, given Milton’s current status, was easy for him to perceive.

But there were no traces of Transcenders in this world.

Without becoming a Transcender, one cannot possibly leave this world that seems like a Mystic Realm.

“Do I have to rely on luck to reincarnate into the true Tide Realm?”

Milton mutters to himself.

Now, his vision is completely limited.

This round of Reincarnation Simulation has been pretty much powerless for Milton.

After all, if he wanted to reincarnate in a normal small world, there were many worlds in the Reincarnation Space for him to choose from.

And now, Milton doesn’t know how many worlds similar to this one there are in the Tide Realm.

If there are a lot of such small worlds, then Milton’s hopes of reincarnating into the true Tide Realm may indeed have to rely on uncertain luck.

Of course, at this moment, Milton Cheney couldn’t fully confirm that this world he currently resides in is not the real Tide Realm.

What if this world is the Tide Realm from billions of years ago?

There’s a possibility of that too.

However, Milton thinks the probability is quite low.

After all, even billions of years later, the world in which he now exists could not be terribly powerful.

Let alone evolving into a Great World equivalent to the True Spirit Realm.

There is a possibility, but the chances are slim.

How can one confirm whether this world is the real Tide Realm or just a Little World under the Tide Realm?

The method is simple, that is to reincarnate in the Tide Realm once again.

If Milton’s reincarnation still ends in this very world, there’s high chance that this world is the Tide Realm.

It could just be Milton who has not discovered the real secrets of this world.

If not, and he reincarnates in another small world instead.

Then it means Milton’s assumption is correct, there are many subsidiary Little Worlds within the Tide Realm.

And all these little worlds are part of the Tide Realm.

Theoretically, if Milton chose to reincarnate in the Tide Realm, he could return to any Little World within the Tide Realm.

“If it’s as I’ve guessed, then transforming myself to the main world of the real Tide Realm, would be extremely difficult.”

“After all, I don’t even know how many such Little Worlds there are in the Tide Realm.”

“If there are tens of thousands, isn’t it nearly impossible for me to reincarnate in the Main World?”

Pondering the possible outcomes, Milton mused to himself.

Moreover, he is currently completely unaware of the Tide Realm.

Even the notion of the Tide Realm not having a Main World, and just consisting of countless Little Worlds of different sizes, is also possible.

It’s like the Wizard Realm, which also has no Main Continent, only the Wizard Continent and Subcontinent of varying sizes.

But even if there is no Main World in the Tide Realm, and only countless Little Worlds.

There should exist commonalities between the different Little Worlds.

It’s like the Wizard Realm’s Wizard Continent. Despite consisting of separate parts, inhabitants of different Wizard Continents can visit other Wizard Continents.

Of course, this presupposes the presence of a Transcendent Power.

For example, being a Wizard.

As an ordinary person, naturally, they could not traverse two different Wizard Continents.

The same principle applies to the Tide Realm; an ordinary person simply cannot travel between two different Little Worlds.

But there lies the problem: the world Milton currently reincarnates in possesses no traces of Transcendent Power.

Therefore, it signifies that he cannot become a Transcender.

And not being able to become a Transcender means he cannot leave this Beginner Village.

Thus forming a vicious cycle.

Time Slowly Passes, this time, it’s a hundred years.

In a blink of an eye, a hundred years have elapsed.

Great Dryville, Four Seas City, atop the Tai-Chi Tower.

At this moment, Milton is already age-worn, but his eyes still shimmer with vitality.

Standing beside Milton is a middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man looks at Milton with respect in his eyes.

A moment later, unable to hold back any longer, the middle-aged man breaks the silence.

“Mentor, I believe you, but I still don’t think there can be other worlds beyond this one.”

On hearing this, Milton did not respond, nor did he turn his gaze to the middle-aged man.

A moment later, Milton seemed to suppress all the thoughts in his mind.

Milton shifted his gaze towards the middle-aged man.

The middle-aged man nodded somewhat helplessly and said:

“Don’t worry, Mentor. I won’t alter the national teachings that you’ve revised.”

Listening to this, Milton gently nodded.

The next moment, Milton began to disappear gradually under the astonished gaze of the middle-aged man.

Until a faint white light, invisible to all, flew out of Milton’s body and exited this world through space and time.

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