The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 691: Chapter 367 (Three in One) “The Path of the Seventh Stage Witch Immortal” and “60,000,000 Years of Deduction”_7

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Shutting the door and putting the cabin up for sale, this seemed like a complete loss no matter how you looked at it.

Killing the goose that lays the golden eggs is far inferior to a steady trickle of profit.

“I need True Divine Spirits.”

Milton Cheney said flatly.

He didn’t really want to sell the cabin, as acquiring it initially had not been easy.

He had a long life ahead of him, but time waits for no one.

The Stars Tower was about to open, and he had to take a risk.

Although his foundation wasn’t particularly solid as he had been a Ninth Stage Demigod for only four hundred thousand years, this was all relative.

Compared to the present Red Blood Demigod, he could definitely be considered well-grounded.

“Are you going to try your luck in the Stars Tower?”

Upon hearing Milton Cheney’s words, the Red Blood Demigod instantly understood.

He, like Milton Cheney, was a Ninth Stage Demigod.

In the Spiritual Divine Realm, there were far too many Ninth Stage Demigods, so many that saying they were as common as blades of grass would not be an exaggeration.

Between Demigods and True Gods, there’s an insurmountable chasm.

Making it past this chasm, is undoubtedly extremely difficult.

But it’s not without shortcuts, and the Stars Tower within the city of stars is one such shortcut.

“Mhmm.”

Milton Cheney wasn’t surprised that the Red Blood Demigod had guessed his thoughts.

After all, which Ninth Stage Demigod in the city of stars didn’t want to give the Stars Tower a shot?

However, the interval between each opening of the Stars Tower was far too long, a hundred million years for each.

If Milton Cheney missed this one, he inevitably wouldn’t be able to catch the next, which was the reason he had to take this risk.

Of course, there’s no problem if he fails.

It would just be a waste of the resources he’d been gathering for tens of millions of years.

“You’ve been a Ninth Stage Demigod for less than a million years, right? Isn’t this a bit too impulsive?”

“With fifty thousand spirits, if you fail, you’ll truly have nothing left, and it will be very difficult to have the opportunity to break through to the True God Realm in the future.”

The Red Blood Demigod spoke gravely, frowning.

He and Milton Cheney were on good terms, having explored the Mystic Realm together numerous times, so naturally, he didn’t want his friend to lose everything on a whim—it just wasn’t worth it.

Milton Cheney could, of course, hear the concern in Red Blood Demigod’s words.

“Resources can be earned back, but a lost opportunity is truly gone.”

Milton Cheney gave Red Blood Demigod a deep look and said.

As far as he knew, the wealth of the Red Blood Demigod was quite substantial, definitely worth more than fifty thousand spirits.

But clearly, the Red Blood Demigod had no intention of braving the Stars Tower.

Of course, Milton Cheney wasn’t about to persuade anyone otherwise.

He just needed to take care of his own choices.

Without the opportunity of the Stars Tower, even Milton Cheney wasn’t entirely confident in breaking through to the True God Realm on his own.

When faced with a decision, Milton Cheney had always been resolute.

“Fine, I won’t try to dissuade you any further, just think it over yourself,”

the Red Blood said helplessly, shaking his head before he left.

Good advice is wasted on the damned; in his view, Milton Cheney was too impulsive.

Having advanced to a Ninth Stage Demigod less than a million years ago and now taking on the Stars Tower was just a fruitless waste of True Divine Spirits.

To know that a simple trading cabin was valued at twenty thousand True Divine Spirits, and a Stars Tower ticket was worth a hefty fifty thousand True Divine Spirits.

After Red Blood left, Milton Cheney wasn’t bothered in the slightest.

To him, the Stars Tower was merely an opportunity.

Not every opportunity yields returns, but whether one seizes the opportunity is a matter of personal choice.

So from the beginning, Red Blood and Milton Cheney viewed the issue differently.

Of course, this didn’t mean one was right and the other wrong.

Time slowly passed, and before long ten years had gone by. The Stars Tower truly opened, and Milton Cheney did end up selling the trading cabin.

In his possession, he had exactly fifty thousand True Divine Spirits.

One could say, if he failed, he would have lost everything he once had.

Of course, even so, Milton Cheney did not hesitate in the slightest.

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As time went by, a hundred years later.

Inside the Stars Tower, Milton Cheney was covered in blood.

There was no one else around him, nor any object in sight.

“What a pity, still a failure,”

Milton Cheney muttered to himself.

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Although he had failed, there was not the slightest change in his expression.

It was, after all, merely an attempt to seize an opportunity. If success were that easy, the Spiritual Divine Realm wouldn’t have so many Ninth-Stage Demigods.

However, despite the failure, Milton Cheney truly saw the gap between himself and a True God at this moment.

The gap was not big.

One might even say that between him and a True God, there was only a thin membrane.

As long as he could break this barrier, he would be able to ascend to the status of a true Lower Tier True God.

Without pausing to reflect further, he was ejected from the Tower of Stars.

Reappearing in the City of Stars, Milton Cheney’s demeanor remained calm, seemingly unaffected by the recent failure.

“You failed?”

“Yes.”

Though Red Blood stated the obvious, Milton Cheney still nodded in confirmation.

Red Blood Demi-God wasn’t the slightest bit surprised, for he knew all too well that Milton Cheney’s chances of success were next to none.

Every time the Tower of Stars opened, countless Ninth-Stage Demigods would fling themselves at it like moths to a flame, burning everything they had for a chance to obtain a Tower of Stars Monthly Ticket.

But in the end, the ones who succeeded in ascending through the Tower of Stars to claim a place in the Divine Kingdom and achieve a Divine Position were one in ten million.

The input and the output were not at all proportional.

He had always considered Milton Cheney to be the most rational among the Demigods he had encountered, but even he was not exempt from this trial.

This goes to show how tempting the realm of True Gods is to Demigods.

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Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, another myriad years passed by.

The City of Stars, the Myriad Spirits Realm.

Milton Cheney emerged from the Mystic Realm.

Besides him, there were three other Demigods.

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The Wind Sand Demi-God suddenly spoke up.

Hearing this, Milton Cheney simply nodded calmly.

His time was running short; at most, he had a few million years left in this Reincarnation Simulation.

In other words, whether he could or not, he had to make an attempt to break through to the realm of True Gods.

To be honest, Milton Cheney was not very confident.

The realm of True Gods seemed close to him, yet it was also far away.

Ascending to the Divine Kingdom: if lifted, he becomes a True God; if not, he faces the demise of both body and soul.

This was utterly different from charging through the Tower of Stars.

Challenging the Tower of Stars would not lead to death upon failure, but success would allow one to ascend directly to the Divine Kingdom and become a True God.

But that was, after all, a shortcut.

Milton Cheney no longer had the opportunity to challenge the Tower of Stars.

Now, the only way for him to become a True God was to attempt to ascend to the Divine Kingdom in reality.

If he failed, it would signify the end of this simulation.

“Isn’t that too risky?”

“Wouldn’t it be better to decide after exploring the Temple Sea Secret Realm next time?”

The Cloud Wind Demigod next to him also frowned as he spoke.

He wasn’t worried about Milton Cheney but about their squad of four. If Milton Cheney were to die at this point, they would be down one member.

This could seriously hinder the progress of their next Mystic Realm exploration.

It was detrimental to his own interests, which was why he voiced a warning.

Otherwise, what did he care about Milton Cheney’s life or death?

He thought Milton Cheney was delusional, with no chance of succeeding.

Without the right opportunity, backing, or divine artifacts, the idea of ascending to the Divine Kingdom directly was simply unthinkable.

“I have already made my decision. Forty-two years from now, when the White Tides open, I will attempt to ascend to the Divine Kingdom there,” Milton Cheney stated indifferently.

Once the ascension to the Divine Kingdom begins, it cannot be interrupted, so he wasn’t worried about these people knowing.

In any case, success or not, it was just using up one of Milton Cheney’s five Reincarnation Simulation Opportunities.

He still had time. If five attempts were not enough, he’d make ten; if ten were not enough, then twenty.

Besides, Milton Cheney felt he might not necessarily fail.

He felt his luck during this Reincarnation Simulation hadn’t been very good; who knows, perhaps at the end, his fortune would reverse, and he’d experience a Burst of luck?

Before making an actual attempt to ascend to the Divine Kingdom, no one could definitively say he was bound to fail.

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