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Time slowly passed by.
In reality, another twelve hundred years had slipped away.
This text simulation, as Milton Cheney's lifespan approached its limit, was gradually coming to an end.
Until at a certain moment, the simulation came to a complete end.
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[Text Simulation Ends, memories and realm within the text simulation retained!]
In reality, it was already a thousand years later.
But Milton Cheney's expression had not changed in the slightest.
He was still seated cross-legged in the same spot.
The only change was that the black font representing the text simulation content had disappeared on the light screen.
This text simulation had once again ended smoothly.
Familiar mechanical voices echoed in Milton Cheney's mind.
Strange memories sprouted in Milton Cheney's mind, and digesting these memories took merely an instant in reality.
Not even the span of a moment was needed.
Milton Cheney was now aware of all the memories from this text simulation.
