Milton Cheney, hovering in mid-air, gradually started to descend.
Suddenly, a tower-like structure rose from the ground within the space.
In the next instant, Milton Cheney appeared at the top of the tower.
Arriving at the top of the tower, he sat cross-legged, thoughts gradually bubbling up in his mind.
In his memory, there was a way to leave this little world, but Milton wasn't in a hurry.
Improving himself was of utmost importance to him.
Leaving this Little World without proper growth would pose considerable risk for him.
Since his start had been smooth, he naturally became more cautious.
Usually, Milton was fearless, unruffled by repercussions, but this time was different. This time he needed to tread carefully.
What he didn't lack at the moment, was time for growth.
After all, in theory, he had almost an infinite lifespan.
Now that he had this lifespan, he was in no rush.
To enhance his power, there was a shortcut.
