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The Reincarnation Simulation had brought significant gains to Milton Cheney.

Yet, at this moment, Milton’s heart was free from other distractions.

After all, the experience accumulated from a single instance was far from sufficient.

Milton decided to continue using the Reincarnation Simulation to accumulate more experience.

The next moment, he looked at the Light Screen floating in front of him.

[Text Simulation Times: 145]

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