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Chapter 1: Chapter 1 ‘Wizard’s Life Simulator’ (Please Continue Reading!)

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Suffocating, lacking oxygen.

That’s Milton Cheney’s most visceral feeling right now.

He feels like he’s being suffocated by darkness, his consciousness becoming blurry.

His heartbeat starts to slow, and his blood pressure begins to drop.

He can feel the cold chill in his limbs, sense the fresh blood spilling from his mouth and nose.

“Am I dying?”

All the memories seem blurred, and at this moment, only this thought repeats over and over in his mind.

But the next moment, a stream of light seems to illuminate his mind, as hot and bright as the sun itself.

The darkness dissipates, and Milton’s consciousness has never been clearer.

It’s as if a bird returns to the forest, a fish swims freely in the ocean.

A string of memories, not belonging to him, suddenly appears in his mind.

The lack of conflict or dissonance from forcefully stuffing these memories into his mind lets Milton understand everything instantly.

At this moment, he is Vernon Wesley, second son of the Far East Earl, Arthur Wesley, of the Frostwinter Kingdom; a powerless ordinary person.

“Did I time travel?”

That’s the first thought that appears in Milton’s mind after regaining consciousness.

His current condition isn’t the best.

Blood oozing from his mouth and nose stains his luxurious clothes. His face is pale and swollen, his eyes slightly bulging.

His heartbeat is still somewhat weak, his body slightly trembling, as if he’s a drowning man barely fished out.

“Was I cursed by a wizard?”

This is the second thought that springs to Milton’s mind after waking up.

In his fully assimilated memories, his predecessor had offended a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice passing through the Frostwinter Kingdom.

The cause was something trivial, and his predecessor sincerely apologized. His father, Arthur Wesley, even prepared a generous gift as a peace offering.

If that was the end of it, Milton wouldn’t have been in this condition immediately after his arrival.

The apprentice didn’t let the matter slide and cursed his predecessor before leaving the kingdom.

By the time Milton arrived, his predecessor had already drowned from the curse.

Wesley’s body, Milton

didn’t know why the cursed state was purged, Milton felt it might

in the chair, using a silk handkerchief beside him to

sensation on his

gently rubs his temples

lifted, he

been fully sorted

to a kingdom similar

the Frostwinter Kingdom, and Milton is the

Milton’s father’s territory is roughly equivalent to a first-tier city

Milton immediately aware

unlike medieval Europe, this

from wizards, in Milton’s memory, knights who activated the Life

little, his father, Arthur Wesley, took him to test for

that he had no talent at all, but it wasn’t much better. The talent he tested for

practiced the meditation technique for his entire life, he could only reach the level of a Level 2 Wizard Apprentice

these results, Arthur Wesley was a bit disappointed,

Vernon venture out to follow the elusive wizard path. Instead, he took his predecessor back home

wealthy heir was better than becoming a test subject

Vernon’s father had never been to the

Apprentice there would only be treated

about your

think that I can’t explore the mysterious wizard path even after time-traveling. This traveler is a

any sense of

is already

being born in Rome. What else can he possibly complain about? Even if he

thoughts, Milton stands

Cheney tried to move his body and found there

in far better condition than when he’d first crossed over, no longer having the sensation of being

the area where he usually groomed himself,

to bathe, change his clothes and then find his father in this world. He had some questions to discuss

he reached the bathhouse, he found he now had

Wizard Apprentice had left any side effects in this body, but he had

discomfort, simply rinsing himself with water, and then changing into clean

could even

as he urgently

liked being attended to by others,

estate

him, but the

all probability, the predecessor’s corpse would have been discovered by a maid cleaning the room in a

Milton Cheney lived was very close to his father Earl Arthur’s

long time,

set off for his father’s residence without

wish and saw

golden hair and a full-faced beard, looking a

happened, you

spoke, his voice mellow, and concern clearly visible in his

to reply, but

a cold robotic voice abruptly resounded