The Wizard Path From The Simulator - Chapter 187
Chapter 187: Chapter 135 “Famous in History?” and “End of the World” (Seeking Subscription)
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“Mr. Speaker, there are three sudden appearances of subspaces in the North District, which the Strategic Bureau has temporarily classified as Level Two subspaces.”
A uniform-clad individual handed a map to the middle-aged man before him.
This middle-aged man, referred to as the Speaker, was none other than Milton
Cheney.
Milton took the map, on which three locations were circled in red.
“Where is William Yorke?”
Milton’s voice was not loud, but it exuded an overwhelming force.
“Councilor Yorke and Councillor Sullivan left Capital City yesterday, the implementation of martial arts across the Federation is imminent, Councilor Yorke is personally leading this matter.”
Earl Lees spoke.
“I got it.”
Milton massaged his brows.
Implementing martial arts throughout the Federation wasn’t as easy as he had imagined.
In the eyes of most people, even if the sky was falling, there were tall people in front to bear it; even if it was the apocalypse, what did it have to do with them? Five years had passed, and Milton had not yet broken this consensus.
A ruthless light flickered in Milton’s eyes.
“Evacuate the people, fully unleash these three subspaces!”
Once these words came out, a glimmer of disbelief flashed in the eyes of Earl Lees, who was at Milton’s side.
“Mr. Speaker, untold numbers of people will die if we do this!”
“Countless innocent people will be embroiled in this, the number of deaths will be unimaginable, this will cause a great uproar.”
Earl Lees’s voice trembled slightly.
He knew these were not words he should utter, but he said them anyway.
If the subspaces were completely unleashed, countless innocents would die!
“We must throw fuel on the fire; otherwise, everyone will fail to recognize the seriousness of the situation.”
“And who told you that unleashing the subspace will result in countless deaths?”
“Go find my mentor; he will tell you what to do.”
Hearing Earl Lees’s words, Milton laughed and spoke.
Milton knew precisely what Earl Lees was thinking, fearing that he, Milton, was too impulsive and wanted to use iron -fisted methods to attract everyone’s attention.
However, Milton wasn’t a fool; he wasn’t going to act rashly under the current circumstances.
He wanted to enact a drama, a performance for everyone in the Federation, to let them know that the world was not the same as the one they knew. The peaceful days were over.
Societal unrest? Milton could no longer afford to care about such things.
Time waits for no one, to save the world with martial arts, the people of this world had to set foot on the path of martial arts first.
Time passed, and two years later.
Countless martial arts schools sprung up across the Federation during these two years.
The Martial Arts Department was opened and included in advanced examinations, the first meaningful Martial Arts Record was incorporated into the textbooks of all schools.
The Federation’s first martial arts golden age came abruptly in a thousand years.
In reality, online, the debate about martial arts never ceased.
News about the invasion of the alternate world was almost common knowledge, the Federation’s atmosphere had changed from its previously relaxed state to the current solemn one.
Many people realized that this matter no longer concerned individual people, but the entire Federation, the whole world.
A few cleaned subspaces were opened, and countless people were exposed to the other side of this world.
Inside a settlement house in East River County.
A family of three was having a meal.
“I want to apply for the Martial Arts Department, I want to attend the Martial
Arts Academy! ”
The boy gently put down his chopsticks and spoke with determination.
A silent atmosphere enveloped the room.
Eventually, the boy’s father shook his head.
“No, I don’t agree.”
“Why not?”
The boy stood up, slamming the table, the words almost a shout.
The boy’s mother hurriedly grabbed the boy’s arm and spoke softly: “Old man, the support for Martial Arts is indeed very good now, if the child wants to apply for it, let him do it.”
The father put down his chopsticks and looked at the boy.
It was as if he was observing his son for the first time.
The cowardice and nerdy nature of his son seemed to have disappeared.
He saw hope, he saw light in his son’s eyes.
In the end, he merely nodded without speaking.
Similar scenes played out in countless families.
The strong promotion of martial arts and the reality of the invasion from the alternate world placed the entire Federation in an atmosphere never experienced before.
In Capital City, at the Federal Strategic Bureau Headquarters.
Milton took the booklet that William Yorke handed him and opened it to glance
at it.
“Whew
Exhaling a sigh, Milton closed the booklet in front of him.
“Old Yorke, what’s the probability?” “Less than fifty percent.”
Hearing this, Milton fell silent.
Countless thoughts tangled in his mind.
He finally sighed lightly and spoke: “Can’t we wait another ten years? The earliest batch of martial arts students have only graduated for two years.” Hearing these words, William Yorke also sighed softly and feebly spoke:
“We can’t wait anymore, the frequency of the appearance of the subspaces is increasing, relying solely on the personnel of the Strategic Bureau, we can no longer hold out.”
“If we don’t want all the civilians of the Federation to get involved, we have to make the preparations.”
Milton clenched his right fist, then slowly loosened it.
He was torn, the position of Federation Speaker was not an easy one.
Sitting in this position, what he had to consider was all the people of the Federation, not himself.
Even though he was just a passerby in this world, but this world was indeed a real world, not a fabricated one.
Milton did not speak, William Yorke stood by waiting for Milton to make a decision.
“It’s too risky, no, William Yorke, you have to buy me another ten years even if it means we barely scrape by..”
