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Chapter 460: Chapter 257 “Variables Arise” and “Cognitive Bias” (Please Subscribe)_1

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Time does not tick in the Abyssal Domain, yet again, it is impossible to know how much has passed.

Milton Cheney’s body slowly drifted through the Demon Mother River.

Although the Abyssal Domain keeps no time, Milton could still roughly sense that a great deal of time had elapsed since his reincarnation into this world.

And yet, this passage of time had almost no impact on him.

But eternally drifting aimlessly through the Demon Mother River was not what Milton intended to accomplish.

His choice to undergo a Reincarnation Simulation into the world within the Abyssal Realm was actually to gain a deeper understanding of what the worlds within the Abyssal Realm were truly like.

After all, if not for the Simulator, Milton would have had to wait until he became a Transcendent to enter the worlds of the Abyssal Realm.

Since the Simulator could provide him with a preview of other Realms, Milton naturally would not pass up this opportunity.

But now, besides the Inherited Memories he had retained from before,

Milton had not the slightest understanding of the Crimson World he had chosen for his reincarnation.

If it was merely a lack of understanding, it might have been alright.

But the crucial problem was that Milton had no idea how to start understanding everything about the Crimson World.

Throughout all this time since becoming a demon through reincarnation, Milton had merely been wandering the Demon Mother River.

As for the other demons in the Demon Tribe, aside from himself, Milton had not even seen a shadow of one.

Even with many Reincarnation Simulations under his belt, this was a situation he had encountered for the first time.

“If the concept of time does not exist in the Abyss, isn’t it meaningless for me to wait any longer?”

Milton mused to himself.

At this moment, he truly felt as if his Simulation opportunity might be squandered.

After all, if waiting endlessly was pointless, then there would also be no point in Milton choosing to reincarnate into this world again in the future.

Because Milton had no way of knowing how his demon form could become stronger.

If he did not know this time, then the next time he chose to reincarnate into this world, or a world within the Abyssal Domain, he probably still would not know.

“It shouldn’t be so; according to the Inherited Memories, the Demon Mother River is indeed the very birthplace of demons.”

Milton pondered in his heart.

Despite much time having gone by, Milton still couldn’t figure out why there seemed to be only him as a demon in the Demon Mother River.

He had several speculations, but present Milton was utterly unable to verify any of them.

Right now, it seemed he had reached a dead-end.

However, Milton did not feel particularly anxious about this.

After all, when he initially chose to reincarnate into a world within the Abyssal Domain, he did so with an attitude of testing the waters.

Even if this instance of his Simulation opportunity were truly wasted, Milton would not be too brokenhearted about it.

The Abyssal Domain—now that Milton had become aware of it, it was inevitable that he would choose to experience it in Reincarnation Simulation sooner or later.

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It was merely a matter of sooner or later.

Moreover, this could not be considered a waste of Simulation Count, since he had already retained some Inherited Memories.

To have retained something was to have gained something; it was not as if there had been no gains at all.

If Milton had just reincarnated into this world and the simulation had ended inexplicably, that would have been a true waste of a Reincarnation Simulation Opportunity.

These Inherited Memories might not have given Milton a complete understanding of the Abyssal Realm,

but he did now possess a basic understanding of the Abyssal Realm and the worlds within it.

That was enough—at least, that’s what Milton believed.

Of course, Milton wasn’t particularly worried, and there was another reason for that.

That reason was that although he had come through reincarnation, he was also genuinely born a demon within the Crimson World.

As far as the Crimson World was concerned, Milton was a pure native.

It was under this premise that Milton had no worries or haste.

After all, within the demons, a ninth-level Demon Overlord had been born, and this Demon Overlord even existed at this very moment.

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Nor would it have been possible for a ninth-level Demon Overlord to emerge within the Crimson World.

After all, compared to other newly born demons, Milton had one enormous advantage: he was the one who had reincarnated into this world with all his memories intact.

The other demons born into this world did not have this advantage.

Upon this realization, Milton stopped overthinking it.

Thinking further was pointless.

No matter how much he thought, his current situation would not change in the slightest.

It’s not like things would come simply because he thought of them.

Milton was not a Child of Destiny; his reincarnation into this World had made him just an ordinary little demon.

Thus, everything must take its natural course.

If other demons could advance normally without the advantage of memories, there’s no reason he couldn’t.

If not now, perhaps it was just because the time had not yet come.

After casting aside his train of thought, Milton’s body continued to drift in the Demon Mother River.

Over the years, while wandering through the Demon Mother River, he constantly sensed the environment around him.

But unfortunately, there was no yield.

Everything Milton could perceive within the Demon Mother River, from beginning to end, remained utterly unchanged, without the slightest variation.