After the second transformation was complete, unfamiliar mories began to surface in Milton Cheney’s mind.
These mories rged into the river of Milton’s recollections as soon as they appeared.
Milton had undergone the inheritance of mories before, so he was able to assimilate these new mories quickly.
In monts, he had fully absorbed the inherited mories from this ti.
Inside the Demon Mother River, Milton’s consciousness slowly returned.
Everything in his mories was crystal clear, and Milton felt no discomfort whatsoever.
Once he had completely digested the inherited mories, Milton began to sense whether there were changes in his surroundings.
The second demonic transformation had enhanced his perceptual abilities once again.
However, when Milton tried to sense his environnt, he found that the things he could perceive around him hadn’t changed much.
There were naturally changes, there couldn’t be none at all.
If before, the environnt around Milton appeared in high definition to his senses,
then what he could perceive now was in ultra-high definition.
If this were the change he perceived after his first transformation, then Milton would have been extrely satisfied.
But what he underwent was, after all, his second transformation.
The detailed improvents in what he could sense were no longer enough to stir any particular emotions in Milton.
After all, these changes had no significant impact on him.
Whether it was high definition or ultra-high definition didn’t make much difference to Milton.
Other demons were still basking in the blessings of the Demon Mother River, leisurely wandering within it.
“Perhaps everything in the Demon Mother River had already been laid out before after my first transformation,”
Milton mused to himself as he sensed his surroundings.
Previously, Milton had wondered whether, after completing his second transformation, he would perceive things that he hadn’t noticed before.
But now he understood that he had perhaps thought too much.
After his first transformation, whatever he could sense in the Demon Mother River was probably everything there was to see within it.
No matter how many transformations he underwent after that, what he could perceive would remain the sa.
It would only beco clearer.
Of course, even though Milton hadn’t perceived anything new, he didn’t feel any dissatisfaction.
After all, he was about to leave the Demon Mother River soon.
Everything here didn’t really matter much to him anymore.
In fact, from the beginning to the end, nothing in this world had much to do with Milton.
After all, Milton was only able to co to this world through a Reincarnation Simulation Opportunity.
Whether for Milton himself or for the Crimson World he reincarnated into, Milton was nothing more than a passerby.
The reason Milton chose to reincarnate into the Crimson World was purely for his own benefit.
There was no other reason.
Becoming a second-level demon ant that Milton was about to leave the Demon Mother River, the place of his birth.
He was heading to a region in the Crimson World where the Demon Tribe truly lived.
That place, to the Milton before his second transformation, was a land of mystery.
But to Milton now, who had once again experienced the inheritance of mories, there was nothing special left.
After all, in this inheritance of mories, Milton retained many recollections concerning Demon Island.
Although he had not yet truly been to Demon Island, its landscapes were already painted in his mind.
However, until he actually visited Demon Island, all his knowledge about it would remain superficial.
Everything would only beco genuinely real after he experienced it himself.
With this thought, Milton stopped sensing his surroundings and began to focus on the changes in his own body.
The second transformation of his demonic body, like the first, was subtle and gradual.
But it was, after all, an advancent from a first-level demon to a second-level demon, and there had to be changes.
Transformation, was a complete transformation.
This transformation didn’t just improve Milton’s perceptual abilities.
Even without sensing the changes in his demonic body, Milton had already felt sothing.
This feeling was that his body had definitely undergone so significant changes.
Now, as Milton began to sense his demonic body after the transformation, the nature of these changes erged clearly from the depths of his heart.
“Talent Power?”
As he sensed the changes in his demonic body, a thought surfaced in Milton’s mind.
Before, Milton had speculated whether, upon becoming a second-level demon or a higher-ranked demon, he might manifest magical abilities similar to those of wizards.
What surprised Milton was that such powers indeed existed.
And he didn’t need to beco a higher-ranked demon to acquire them.
Once he beca a second-level demon and completed his second transformation, he gained such powers.
Only, these abilities weren’t called magic in the Crimson World’s Demon Tribe but instead were known as Talent Power.
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