The Wizard Path From The Simulator

Chapter 268: 165 “Councilor Alon ‘l and “That Kind of Medicine” (Subscribe Please)_2

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“In the Federation, those most likely to be Transcenders, or those most likely to come into contact with Transcenders, are often the councilors.

Had Milton Cheney originally chosen to attend the Federal Second University and pursue a political career instead,

He probably wouldn’t have connected with such high-level individuals for decades.

“Councilor Alon.”

Milton began solemnly.

Yet his heart stirred slightly.

The councilor in front of him, Alon, took an interested look at Milton’s face and body, and finally nodded.

“Good, an aspiring young man. The last time the Federation produced a genius like you was several decades ago.”

“Interestingly, his last name was also Cheney.”

Alon, with a hint of a smile, observed Milton and spoke.

Milton’s expression did not change, but a hint of confusion appeared in his eyes, as if he did not understand the implication in Alon’s words.

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Milton asked out of curiosity.

Seeing Milton’s posture, Alon did not elaborate further on this topic.

Milton was sure that Alon recognized him from his past reincarnation in this world.

However, he was sure that in his previous reincarnation, he had not met Alon.

Moreover, Councilor Alon in front of him looked extremely young. If he were an ordinary person, such an appearance would be unlikely.

But Milton could not ascertain for sure whether Councilor Alon in front of him was indeed a Transcender.

Because he could not sense a hint of Transcendent aura from him.

“I’m curious to know, what is the reason behind your eagerness to see me.”

Alon asked with a smile. He got straight to the point, without giving Milton any time to prepare.

After saying this, Alon gazed into Milton’s eyes.

But Milton, with all his lifetimes’ worth of simulations, held the secrets of countless years.

With all the simulations taken into account, Alon was but a child in front of him.

So, Milton had a well-prepared response for such situations.

Pure lies wouldn’t work.

Brilliant lies are always mixed with truths, and oftentimes, the truth forms the majority. “I am curious about Transcendent powers.”

Milton spoke.

Laying his cards on the table.

He did not mention anything about the Federal High Command, only stating his interest in Transcendent powers.

Taken aback upon hearing this, Alon paused.

He had considered other answers, expecting this as one, but never thought it could indeed be because of the Transcenders.

Nevertheless, Alon’s expression remained placid.

He had grown accustomed to this faux smile; no matter the situation, it would always linger on his face.

“Where did you hear about it?”

Alon asked casually. In a way, his question served as an indirect revelation as well.

With these words, he essentially acknowledged the existence of Transcenders.

It was also a form of threat.

If Milton couldn’t explain properly, there’s was a possibility that he wouldn’t leave this room. “Online.”

“Just that?”

Alon frowned upon hearing his answer.

Milton silently nodded.

He hadn’t lied. In this life, he had indeed found a trace of the Transcender’s existence online.

Even if Alon were to investigate, he wouldn’t find any discrepancies.

If Milton had not been sure of the existence of Transcenders in this world beforehand, he himself might not have noticed this evident clue.

It was as if he had the answer before solving the question, which naturally made things much simpler.

“So you figured it out on your own, meaning you weren’t sure before?”

Alon asked.

Was he really this observant? Figuring out the existence of Transcenders in the Federation from mere straws in the wind?

Milton nodded in agreement.

“I can tell you explicitly, the Federation does have Transcenders. In fact, I am one of them.”

Hearing this, Milton was taken aback.

Not because Alon had openly confessed it.

But because of Azure Star’s collective terminology for this group.

Transcender, do they really call it Transcender?

Milton had always presumed it to be something like Ability User or the like.

“But there are many restrictions to becoming a Transcender, and it requires competition too.”

“Your chances are slim. You’re already on the age line, it’s hard to compete with a bunch of young people.”

Alon spoke.

It is clear that he had great interest in Milton.

Milton hadn’t suggested that he wanted to become a Transcender, he only mentioned his curiosity about Transcendent powers.

But it seemed like Alon was already considering allowing Milton to truly become a Transcender.

Despite his comments about the difficulty of Milton becoming a Transcender,

it precisely indicated that he had considered this aspect.

There was no need for Alon to divulge such information to him.

Milton Cheney knew that things wouldn’t just fall from the sky, Alon wouldn’t say these things for no reason.

His relationship with John Wilson was solid because their interests were tied together.

But Alon was different, being almost at the peak of federal power, he didn’t have any entangled interests with himself.

“However, I can help you, but you would have to help me with something in return.”

Just as expected, here it came.

Milton’s face suddenly turned serious.

He was somewhat curious about what Alon couldn’t or wouldn’t do, that he wanted Milton to help with.

Was it about money?

There were plenty of people in the Federation who had money.

If they could get the chance to establish a relationship with a councilor, the amount of money they would be willing to spend would undoubtedly be astronomical.

“Please proceed, Councilor Alon.”

Milton spoke softly.

“This might be difficult for others, but I believe it would be easy for you.” “I want you to help me develop a drug, and the effect should be…”

Milton nodded as he listened.

But after a while, he felt that something was off.

Despite any changes in his facial expression, he continued listening earnestly.

After a moment, Alon finished speaking. A quiet atmosphere enveloped both men.

“Alright, I’ll give it a shot.”

Milton quietly replied.

He knew the moment he heard Alon’s personal problem, he became intertwined with him.

But he didn’t expect the youthful Alon to have issues in “that” area.

“I know you can do it. Developing this drug is much easier than the Hope Elixir.”

“You can get to know some people through me in your spare time. I will assist you in obtaining a transcender quota.”

Alon laughed as he spoke.

He could actually force Milton to develop the drug for him, or simply kill him if he refused.

But he refrained from doing so.

He was clearly no fool, otherwise he wouldn’t have reached his present position.

He knew that gentle persuasion was always better than forcible demands. This had always been his way of governing.

Milton nodded.

Even if Alon seemed gentle now.

But if he failed or if the drugs had side-effects, his life would be over.

“It really is uncomfortable having no power.”

Milton muttered to himself as he left Alon’s office.

If he were a Level 1+ Wizard, he could’ve easily dealt with everything.

But as an ordinary person, the difficulty to transcend was truly high.

Actually, he was already very lucky. Just as Alon needed him to develop a drug, he didn’t have to force him to do so.

Otherwise, it would still be extremely difficult for him to transcend.

But now, he was much closer to becoming a transcender.

“I’ve never touched drugs related to ‘that’ area before. How do I research it?”

Milton pondered to himself.

No one would particularly research drugs for ‘that’ area.

Although Milton had lived countless years in simulations altogether, his experience in this field was rather shallow.

“Professor Edgerton, how is the testing going?”

Milton was standing beside an elderly man. In front of them was an experiment table.

Under the glass cover on the table was a mouse that was now motionless.

“It’s not working, what did you add? The drug’s effects are too strong.”

Professor Edgerton gave Milton a somewhat peculiar look, seemingly wondering why Milton would research such a drug.

This had no relevance to the drug the company was planning to launch in the market. “How long did the mouse last?”

“Three hours.”

“That’s too short, no good.”

“Too short?”

Professor Edgerton was taken aback, clearly surprised by Milton’s comment.

What is this about?

Milton did not answer this question.

Ordinary people of course wouldn’t need to consider the drug’s effects.

But the problem was that the final consumer of this drug was a transcender.

Milton opened his palm computer to take a look.

After a while, Milton shut down the palm computer, and said: “Old Edgerton, let’s stop for a while. The Federation is getting someone to support our experiment.”

“A human experiment?”

“One person probably won’t be enough, we need at least two.”

Professor Edgerton voiced his thoughts after contemplating for a moment.

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