The Wizard Path From The Simulator

: 164: ‘Return to Azure Star’ & ‘Capital Giants’ (Please Subscribe)_2

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This university, only admits the least amount of students among the Fed’s Big

Six each year.

Choosing this university means giving up your freedom.

Your future is only controlled by yourself.

Milton Cheney had considered attending this university before, but eventually decided to give it up after much contemplation.

As for the one that admits the most students, that’s naturally the illustrious Federation First University.

“It’s not like it’s impossible.”

Benedict White stroked his chin, pretending to be mature as he spoke.

Milton Cheney shook his head and didn’t respond. Benedict White was too idealistic.

With so many politicians, it’s not at all easy to stand out.

The two strolled side by side, chatting casually from time to time.

Time passed in a blink of an eye and two months had passed.

It had been two months since the end of the entrance examination for Azure Star.

The federal universities have a law.

That is, while those universities located outside of Azure Star might be good, those located on Azure Star are definitely the best.

As the central star of the Federation, everything here is top standard in terms of the Federation.

That included educational resources.

Newport, this is the city where the Federal Third University is located. Milton Cheney stepped into the gate of the Federal Third University. Cheney understood the procedures very well, because the last time he reincarnated in this world, he had already experienced university life once.

After completing the newcomer registration, Cheney headed to his allocated dormitory.

Unlike at the Federation First University, the dorms at the Federal Third University were for four.

There was no one in the dormitory when Cheney arrived.

“Am I the first one again?

He remembered last time when he went to the Federation First University, he was also the first one to arrive at the dorm.

After picking a bed, Cheney tidied up the bedding a bit, then left the dormitory.

In order to come into contact with the transcenders of this world, from the first moment he stepped into the university gate, he had to start planning.

Since the transcenders of this world were hidden in the shadows, it meant they did not want to be discovered by others.

The following period of time passed smoothly, with nothing of note happening.

At the Federal Third University, many outstanding alumni were invited to give speeches to incoming freshmen.

Cheney observed these speakers. As expected, they were all ordinary people.

He assessed that there were certainly not many transcenders in this world.

Otherwise, traces of them would be inevitably revealed.

Perhaps the Information Cocoon Room had a certain influence on this, but Cheney had many ways to find out things himself.

Of course, he had not been too outrageous over the years.

Otherwise, it would be impossible to explain if it was discovered that he had been searching for transcenders in his early years.

Time flew by and two years passed.

Two years had passed since Cheney entered the Federal Third University.

New residence, Peony Pavilion.

“Little Cheney, how’s it going? After graduation, come to me. I’ll hand over the Koln Star’s branch to you.”

A middle-aged man said with a smile, looking at Cheney.

Cheney shook his head effortlessly.

“Brother Wilson, you know me. I plan to start a business.”

Cheney responded.

This was just his excuse, but every word Cheney said seemed so sincere.

Even John Wilson believed him.

Cheney wouldn’t do anything meaningless.

Everything he did was to explore the path of transcenders in this world.

He was extremely curious about the path of the transcenders in this world.

Though in reality, he was already a Level 4 Wizard, this did not conflict.

John Wilson felt a bit of regret hearing his words.

He admired this young man very much, but his aspirations were too high. “You can’t do it alone if you want to make medicines.”

“The Federation’s control over medicines is very strict now, not to mention the new drugs you’ve discovered.”

John Wilson said.

Cheney understood what John Wilson was suggesting.

After pondering for a moment, Cheney said,

“Brother Wilson, is there a way you can help me connect with the Federal High

Command?”

“I want to surrender this new drug to the Federation gratis.” After Cheney finished speaking, John Wilson seemed a bit surprised.

It seemed he didn’t expect Cheney to say that.

His previous words were a habitual bargaining tactic, euphemistically known as wanting a piece of the action.

If this new drug could be thoroughly launched into the market, the money it could make would be an astronomical figure.

But if it were to be given to the Federation without compensation, Milton Cheney would have nothing.

Is this a proper merchant? Is this the capitalist he is familiar with?

“You…”

“What are you thinking? You do know how much money you’ll lose, right?”

John Wilson finally spoke.

He had seen a lot in his life, so he quickly adjusted his mood.

He found it difficult to understand the thought process of the younger student before him.

“Look, I can help you manage the operations of this drug, solve all obstacles for you, and I only ask for thirty percent.”

John Wilson proposed.

He had initially planned to demand more than fifty percent, but now he changed his mind.

When Milton Cheney declared his intention to give this new drug to the Federation without changing his expression, Wilson realized this young man was not ordinary.

“Brother Wilson, thank you.”

Milton Cheney finally spoke.

Donating it to the Federation at no cost, and making a fortune by introducing this drug to the market, were not conflicting ideas.

Who said he only developed one drug?

Of course, he would choose the best one to give to the Federation.

“By the way, have you given this drug a name?” John Wilson asked with some curiosity. “Let’s call it the Hope Elixir.”

Milton Cheney said with a faint smile.

Time flies, and five years passed in a blink of an eye.

For Milton Cheney from the Wizard Realm, five years might feel like a moment.

However, for Milton Cheney who reincarnated into this world with a lifespan of only 150 years, five years was quite a long time.

Azure Star, the capital market.

A large building, in the top floor of the building.

Milton Cheney and John Wilson sat side by side on a sofa.

A set of teaware was neatly placed on the table in front of them.

Milton Cheney’s face looked no different from five years ago, while John Wilson seemed a bit older.

He was nearly ninety now.

Back in the previous Blue Star when Milton Cheney lived, ninety would be considered an old age.

“The market response is very good. When will the second drug be launched?” John Wilson broke the silence first.

As the first drug that can noticeably change a person’s physique, the Hope Elixir had monopolized the market of its kind in just one year. This monopoly not only brought Milton Cheney wealth, but also countless assassination attempts.

A guiltless man has nothing to fear but his property’s guilt. These years, assassination and espionage attempts were countless.

“No rush.”

Milton Cheney said softly, taking a sip of tea. “Sometimes I really suspect you’re not a young person.”

John Wilson said with some emotion.

In five years, he had witnessed this young student leap through countless ranks to become one of the Federation’s Capital Giants.

Some of his tactics were even chilling for him.

“You’ve already started contacting the Federation, haven’t you? I don’t know what you’re thinking, what you want to do.”

“But I have a word of advice, some mistakes once made can’t be mended.” John Wilson spoke again.

Milton Cheney didn’t speak but just twirled the teacup in his hand.This content © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

“Having enough money to spend is enough, I’m not interested in money.”

“You really can play cool, I can’t believe you’d say that, how many years has it been since you last said that.”

John Wilson burst out laughing.

They had known each other for so long that they often spoke casually.

After a moment, Milton Cheney glanced at the time and put down his teacup.

“Let’s go, Brother Wilson, I have someone to meet. I’ll leave the company in your hands for the time being.”

Milton Cheney spoke as he rose and left the room.

Watching Milton Cheney’s disappearing figure, John Wilson’s expression gradually turned serious, then indifferent.

“Easy for you to say, you’ve been more of a hands-off manager these years, haven’t you?”

“Are you genuinely not interested in money?” How can anyone not be interested in money?

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