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Chapter 9: Chapter 9 “New Simulation” and “Official Knight”! (Seeking Chase Reading)

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Deep within Sun Mountain, a large tree stood.

The massive canopy was filled with countless branches and leaves.

A gentle breeze swept through, causing the leaves to sway delicately in the wind, rustling softly.

On a branch, a green venomous snake was slowly slithering about.

The snake had a flat head, a high nose bridge, small and cunning eyes. The sunlight, unobstructed by the leaves, shone ominously on the snake.

The next moment, the sound of rushing air filled the air as an arrow pinned the snake to the tree.

The venomous snake, its body covered with needle-like scales similar to fish scales, opened its mouth at the moment of impact, revealing two sharp fangs.

Its frenzied writhing was to no avail. Even a wizard could not save it, its head having been pierced.

Seeing that the snake had stopped struggling, Milton Cheney did not approach.

It was now the seventh day since Hunting Day had begun.

Since the start of Hunting Day, it could be said that Cheney was in the spotlight.

Hiding the prey he had hunted was impossible.

By now, everyone knew that the son of the Far East Earl had the strength of a quasi-knight.

And the rumors only exaggerated further. In the eyes of many now, Milton Cheney was an official knight.

Malcolm had also specifically found Cheney to inquire about this, and Cheney’s response was that it was all due to luck.

Of course, no one would believe that.

Running into a fierce beast by luck was one thing, but running into three was pushing it.

The nobles now looked at Cheney with an involuntary hint of awe in their eyes, and even Malcolm’s eyes were filled with undisguised worship.

It could be said that first place in this Hunting Day was already Cheney’s.

However, Cheney didn’t care too much about this. After all, his original intention of coming here was to go through the process, and all of these were unexpected.

Packing up his longbow, Cheney slowly walked toward the outskirts of Sun Mountain.

He didn’t plan to stay here any longer, and hunting any more was meaningless.

Now that a new opportunity for simulation had arrived, Cheney planned to use it as soon as possible.

He felt that this simulation might yield some different results.

……

family had prepared for him in More

light screen appeared

[Name: Milton Cheney]

[Spirit: 1.3]

[Physique: 2.2]

[Realm: Peak Quasi-Knight]

[Magic: None]

Golden Lion

42/800), Basic Riding Skills (Proficiency 128/800), Basic Archery Skills (Proficiency 630/800), Basic Swordsmanship

[Simulation Count: 1]

wasn’t much change in the attribute panel, the only difference being that the number representing the simulation count had changed from 0

now certain that the simulation count was indeed once every

was exactly thirty days since he had

be a coincidence, but if it happens twice, it can

satisfied with having a simulation once

didn’t

to

prompt, Cheney immediately answered ‘yes’ in his

the previous two simulations, the blue

text emerged. Having already gone through two simulations, Cheney was naturally

intently fixed on the black text

had to make sure he didn’t

to the low version of

on Hunting Day, earning considerable prestige among the nobles. Your father, surprised at your innate giant strength, did not doubt you and taught you

years old: with no resistance, you practiced the Golden Lion Breathing Technique bitterly and hit a bottleneck with incredible speed. In this year’s Hunting Day, you were once again first, and your relationship with

official knight realm, but this year, Nellie Lilith, the Marquis

have officially married, and the Golden

in marital pleasures, reducing your training sessions. Usual eight-hour practice

of the Knight seemed to have become an unbridgeable gap for you. However, you didn’t insist and casually went through training

father allocated a territory for you in the Far East Territory, thus you became a Lord. In the same year, your first daughter was born

your physical skills. You felt that being a Lord was

him in the simulator was quite unlike the real him. He should not have been so slack if he knew about the upcoming

memories related to the simulator were blocked

remained silent

and the territory was well-managed by you. In the same year, your first son was born

family and a territory of your own, your life was cozy. You hadn’t worn an armor or held a Knight’s Sword for over a year. The frequency

Like always, a significant event occurred in the Golden Lion Family. Your father passed on the title of Earl to your elder brother, Nicholas Weasley. You attended the celebratory banquet. Your elder brother didn’t deprive you of your privileges, despite becoming an Earl. Your

Lord’s War broke out. The instigator of this war was the newly-appointed

sudden war. The Marquis of Dawnstar in the East River Province was the first one to get

in possession of a Peak Quasi-Knight’s strength, you once more put on your armor, picked up the

they all died. You also were severely injured and fell into a coma, akin to a deathlike state. When you climbed

you in boundless self-blame. The only thought that kept you alive was revenge. Your enemy was none other

clandestine assassination organization within the kingdom, and you forgot your

Years of assassinations and lingering injuries from the Lord’s War left you covered in scars. You used all your savings to buy a bottle of

secret medicine, you managed to successfully activate the Life Seed, a roll of the dice that had less than a 10 percent chance of succeeding. But

years of life. You started plotting a

a bottle of “Golden Poison” in the Black Market. This poison was extracted from the fangs of a golden viper snake, but it was too conspicuous and couldn’t be used for