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White Rose School, Experimental Zone, inside Morton Laboratory.

Milton Cheney stacked up the magic disks that he had inscribed over the past few days, then took out a pen and began to record in his notebook.

[Day 3: Engraving successful, no special response, Tll Magic Disk inscription completed, experiment successful. ]

[Day 7: Engraving successful, no special response, TIO Magic Disk inscription completed, experiment successful. ]

Since completing the first inscription, the inscriptions of the Tll and TIO Magic Disks had become much easier for Milton Cheney.

They only took him three and seven days respectively, this speed can already be considered fast.

Putting the notebook away, Milton Cheney rose and left the laboratory.

Morton has not been around these past few days, and Milton Cheney hasn’t been spending too much time in the laboratory, either.

The Scholars of the school wouldn’t stay at the school all the time, they have their own matters to attend to.

While Milton Cheney didn’t know where Morton went, he surmised it wouldn’t affect him too much.

After leaving the Experimental Zone, Milton Cheney didn’t choose to return to his student apartment. Instead, he headed towards the school’s library.

Once in the library, Milton Cheney randomly picked up a book and found a spot to sit down.

After a short while, a middle-aged man walked over and sat down opposite him.

He had no book in his hand, and immediately before sitting down spoke: “I’m afraid there’s no chance with the Mystic Realm. You’ve just been enrolled in the school for too short a time.”

Upon hearing this, Milton Cheney looked up at Theodore.

Milton Cheney asked, “How many slots are there in the school for entering the

Mystic Realm this year?”

Without hesitation, Theodore answered directly: “There are ten. Each scholar can recommend one person to enter the Mystic Realm.”

At this point, Theodore’s tone faltered before he carried on: “Do you think Morton will reserve a slot for you?”

Milton Cheney didn’t respond, but merely shook his head.

His chances of entering the Mystic Realm this year were slim. Morton would most likely give the opportunity to his Senior Brother, not him.

“Don’t be too down, after all, it’s not been a year since you joined the school.

You will definitely have an opportunity to enter the Mystic Realm next year.” Theodore tried to console Milton at seeing him shake his head.

Being the one who had enrolled Milton at the school, Theodore could be considered one of Milton’s closest acquaintances in the school.

Milton had asked him to find out about the Mystic Journey.

But from his multiple simulations, Milton knew that the number of slots for the Mystic Realm wasn’t ten, but eleven.

That showed that he still stands a chance.

Originally, Milton had no plans to get involved in the Mystic Journey this year. Of course, the sooner the better, if possible.

One of the main reasons Milton joined the White Rose School was because of the Mystic Realm.

If the Mystic Realm were just an ordinary one, Milton would naturally not be interested.

After all, in the simulation, he could enter the Mystic Realm at any time without having to risk it in reality.

But the problem was, there was something in the Mystic Realm that he must obtain in reality.

This object was of no use to him in the simulation, given that the simulator can preserve the realm and techniques, but can’t hold onto physical objects.

But it’s different in reality. If he could get hold of that object in reality, it would serve as the foundation for his success.

“I understood, Theodore, thank you for the information.”

“No problem. But I advise you not to entertain too much hope about the Mystic Realm. I’ve been there and there’s nothing special about it.” Theodore spoke.

His tone indicated some indifference towards the Mystic Realm.

This was not Theodore trying to console Milton. It truly was nothing special.

He entered the Mystic Realm over a decade ago. At that time, he hoped that there might be an opportunity waiting for him, but the entire experience was rather disappointing.

After all, how grand could a Mystic Realm owned by a small school be? It was more like a fragment of space.

More so, the White Rose School’s Mystic Realm has already been explored by hundreds of people over a hundred years. Any opportunity that was there would have been snatched long ago.

Nowadays, people enter the Mystic Realm for its faster meditation speed compared to reality.

Upon hearing Theodore’s words, Milton just nodded, not showing any unusual reaction.

Upon seeing Milton picking up his book and reading again, Theodore shook his head, bid Milton farewell, and left the library.

If it hadn’t been for Milton being there, Theodore might only visit the library

once every few years.

Although Milton was holding the book, his mind was not on it. Instead, he was contemplating his Mystic Journey.

Although there was one more slot for entry into the Mystic Realm than usual this time, from what he gathered in simulation, Milton knew that the extra slot has already been taken.

If he truly intended to enter the Mystic Realm this year, he would have to rely on Morton anyway.

However, his Senior Brother has already entered the Mystic Realm once and knows the advantages it brings; most likely, he won’t give up the opportunity.

Moreover, Milton has been with the school for less than a year. To be precise, he is still within the evaluation period.

To get to visit the Mystic Realm this year is slim at best.

“Alas-

Milton let out a sigh and cleared the messy thoughts in his mind.

If the chances are slim, let it be.

There’s still a lot of time. If not this year, the next year would still be possible.

Milton was more worried that his actions in reality might cause some butterfly effect, causing the foundation of his success to slip out of his hands.

After all, it’s a text simulation, and only tells him roughly what would happen. He definitely can’t account for every minor detail.

And these minor differences could potentially turn into the effects of a butterfly flapping its wings.

“I wish the simulator could upgrade again, letting me conduct a true-body simulation.”

If there’s any drawback to text simulations, this might be it.

A simple series of text descriptions can’t allow Milton to judge accurately in terms of details.

Sometimes, it’s an incorrect judgment of these minute details that could lead to significant consequences.

When he was on the Subcontinent, this drawback wasn’t as evident.

However, upon arriving at the Wizard Continent, these minor details could be fatal.

That’s because there are just too many powerful beings on the Wizard Continent. A false step could lead one into an abyss.

Of course, this was just an exclamation. Text simulations are already extraordinary as it is.

At least up to now, Milton is very satisfied.

He can attempt to fix any details by trial and error in his many simulations as that’s not something he is lacking in.

His hundred-year lifespan as a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice compares to a monthly simulation already made him feel like it was plentiful.

In just one year, he had progressed from a Level 5 Wizard Talent to a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice, and was soon to be a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice. What was there for him to be dissatisfied with?

Putting his thoughts aside, Milton closed the book in front of him and put it back onto the library’s shelf.

Being too greedy could choke even a snake.

Milton, having fully calmed his thoughts, realized that all he needed to do was to hang in there.

Only once he has truly become a Level 3 Wizard Apprentice could he establish a

firm foothold..