Chapter 759: Chapter 397 “The Body of a Cripple” and “Feigned Death Resurrection” (Please Subscribe)_1


    With the initiation of the Fate Simtion, time within reality also came to aplete standstill.


    Milton Cheney’s consciousness sank into a long silence as well.


    It’s uncertain how much time had passed, perhaps a moment, or perhaps countless years.


    Fortunately, the passage of time held no meaning for Milton at this moment.


    After all, once his consciousness hadpletely submerged into silence, he was entirely unable to perceive the passing of time.


    Years passed.


    The consciousness of Milton gradually began to awaken from its silence.


    This also signified that his final umted Fate Simtion had been activated, and he returned to the world represented by the simtion.


    Just like the experiences after the arrival of previous Fate Simtions.<div>


    At this moment, a massive flood of memories surged within Milton Cheney’s mind.


    The memories suddenly appeared in his mind, but fortunately, Milton was prepared the instant his consciousness recovered.


    After all, this wasn’t his first experience with the Fate Simtion.


    Including the previous sessions of Fate Simtion, this was now the fifth time he had initiated it.


    Therefore,pared to the previous times when his consciousness recovered within the simtion, the speed at which Milton processed these memories was much quicker now.


    The inherited memories within the simtion were vast.


    At first, Milton merely sorted through these memories briefly.


    However, as time gradually passed, these organized, foreign memories became increasingly clear.


    Of course, to thoroughly digest these memories in a short period of time was naturally impossible.


    It was highly unlikely for him to aplish that in this Fate Simtion, as he hadn’t managed to fully assimte all the inherited memories in his previous simtions.


    Moreover, even if he could digest all the memories, the benefit to Milton wasn’t as significant as one might imagine.


    No matter how many memories he digested, only a part of them could be retained upon returning to reality.


    Even if he fully assimted all inherited memories in this Fate Simtion, he would still only be able to hold onto a portion of those memories upon his return to the real world.


    Having undergone four simtions already, Milton was well aware of this.


    Nevertheless, even just digesting a portion of the memories, although not easy for Milton, wasn’t exceptionally difficult either.


    At least, while processing these memories, Milton didn’t feel the slightest bit of difort.


    Just as in the previous instances of Fate Simtion.


    In this simtion, after the recovery of his consciousness,


    Milton Cheney could distinctly sense that he had once again taken upation of another person’s body.


    The gradually assimted fragments of memory in his mind made clear the identity of the original owner of this body in the simtion.


    Tens of thousands of years seemed almost to have passed in the blink of an eye.


    During these tens of thousands of years, Milton processed only a portion of the more important memories.


    At a certain moment, Milton opened his eyes.


    He didn’t deliberately perceive his surroundings.


    For the memories inherited in his mind made him keenly aware of his current predicament.


    At the moment, he was lying t on a pale glowing jade bed.


    The surrounding environment was shrouded in darkness.


    As if apart from him, there were no other life forms in this ce.


    And indeed, it was so.


    “The Universe’s sea has shattered, the True Spirit is crushed, and this body seems to be stripped of vitalitypletely,”


    “This simtion presents a situation utterly different from the previous simtions.”


    Lying t on the bed, Milton mused to himself.


    At this time, his brow furrowed slightly, not because he was contemtive, but because the sense of decay emanating from inside and out of this body made him extremely ufortable.


    Milton was certain that he controlled this body.


    But even with control, making the slightest movement was exceedingly difficult.


    Even a simple movement like moving a finger made Milton feelpletely powerless.


    At this time, his consciousness was lucid, and his thoughts could function normally, but his body was nearly entirely decayed.


    The inherited memories in his mind were vast, yet the power contained within his body was virtually non-existent.


    This body, devoid of any cultivation.


    It’s not that the cultivation was hidden or anything simr; it was truly absent.


    One could say that if the real Milton were here, he could easily destroy this body.


    Simply put, the body Milton inhabited was now nothing more than an empty shell.


    Inside this shell was an utter ruin.


    Yet curiously, although Milton could sense the decay of this body, he felt no pain whatsoever.


    Literally, no pain.


    After all, even an Ordinary Person would feel pain from an injury.


    But at this moment, Milton felt nothing of the sort.


    It was as though his sense of pain had been blocked.


    There could be many reasons for this phenomenon.


    However, Milton believed that there was a high likelihood he simply couldn’t bear such pain now; therefore, the Simtor automatically shielded him from it.


    After all, if not for the Simtor, he would have been tormented with unbearable pain after inhabiting this body.


    “Heir of the First Universe Sequence’s Ninth Noble House, a sacrificial victim of a failed bid for the role of Sequence Lord?”