Chapter 471: Illidan Carson

Chapter 471: Illidan Carson



Mike closed his eyes and initiated the fourth simulation.

"Simulation world accelerating..."

"His nemesis in this life is named Zephyrus."

Zephyrus!! Joseph's ID!

"Yes!" Mike jumped for joy, practically a child again, tears of happiness welling up.

He'd been waiting for this since the second simulation! This round was in the bag!

Brimming with excitement, Mike entered the fourth simulation.

...

"Fourth simulation starting..."

He was born into a wealthy family and named Illidan Carson.

At 1, Illidan Carson lay in his cradle, staring at the ceiling. His favorite activity was drinking his mother's milk.

At 2, Illidan Carson continued drinking his mother's milk.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

At 3, Illidan Carson was still drinking his mother's milk.

At 4, Illidan Carson had grown; he now needed milk twice a night...

At 5...

Mike: "???"

*What was going on? What was wrong with Illidan Carson? Why was he obsessed with breast milk, showing no signs of protagonist potential? This wasn't going according to plan!*

Mike, unable to stand it any longer, intervened.

He met Illidan Carson in the dream world. Although Illidan had no memories of his past lives, the scene felt familiar. He felt a natural affinity for Mike and instinctively said, "Master Dream!"

Mike, looking at the well-behaved Illidan, asked, "Illidan, can you tell me why, at five years old, you do nothing but drink milk all day?"

Illidan Carson replied earnestly, "Because I want to live like a normal child."

Mike froze.

So that was the problem! Oh no, Apollo's aftereffects!

Mike realized his luck was truly terrible today.

Apollo's supposed help had backfired spectacularly. Or... had Apollo simply done as Mike asked, saying whatever came to mind without holding back? The latter seemed more likely. Mike patiently explained, "Even if you want to live like a normal child, you can still cultivate! Have you forgotten your ambition? To shatter the void, to ascend to godhood?"

This was something Illidan Carson had strived for in three lifetimes. How could he give it up so easily?

"I remember some of it. I haven't forgotten," Illidan Carson replied respectfully. "But in this life, I was born with only one thought: to live. I have a little talent in cultivation, but I don't want to be distracted."

At 21, they married.

At 22, they had a son.

At 24, they had a daughter.

...

At 99, Illidan and Tyrande were old, their bodies frail, but their love remained strong.

At 100, Illidan Carson reached the end of his life, facing imminent death. That day, as he lay in

bed, someone appeared beside him. It was the first time Illidan Carson had seen Mike outside

the dream world.

"Master Dream..." The aged Illidan Carson, his face wrinkled, his lips barely moving,

whispered, "Spicy..."

"What are you saying?" Mike asked.

"Cough, cough." Illidan Carson coughed, his spirit rallying in a final burst of clarity, his body

feeling lighter, like a final flicker before the flame died out. He propped himself up, a tearful

smile on his face. "Spicy... such spicy wine."

The strong liquor he'd tasted ninety years ago finally made sense. Spicy. So very spicy.

Mike's expression faltered, then returned to normal. He sat beside Illidan Carson's bed, silently watching over him.

Ten minutes later, Illidan felt sleepy, his eyelids heavy. He seemed to return to the snowy mountain, seeing his past selves, cultivating, facing their tribulations. Failing, then trying again. His previous lives had all revolved around one destiny: the tribulation!

Only in this life had Illidan Carson lived for himself, free from the burden of ascension. He'd lived a fulfilling life with the woman he loved. He was content.

But if he wouldn't go to the tribulation, the tribulation would come to him.

Before the dying Illidan Carson, the void cracked open, and a familiar figure emerged. Joseph, radiating immense power, could kill Illidan Carson with a breath.

Illidan Carson didn't look at his nemesis. Instead, he looked at Master Dream, guilt in his

eyes. "Master Dream, I lived a selfish life this time. I'm sorry."

Mike waved his hand. "Being selfish is what makes us human."

Illidan Carson smiled like a child. "In the next life, I will..."

"Don't talk about the next life when you're still living this one." Mike stood up, blocking

Illidan Carson's view, shielding him from Joseph.

Illidan Carson, his vision blurring, murmured, "Master Dream, I..."

"Save it for later." Mike raised his hammer, crackling with terrifying lightning. "I'll help you

through this tribulation first."