Simultaneous Transmigration: A Fateful Traveler's Journey Begins in Mystery

Simultaneous Transmigration: A Fateful Traveler's Journey Begins in Mystery

Author: Private Kitchen with Fresh Scallions

Summary:

They simultaneously traversed all the heavens and myriad worlds.

A youthful fool will not dream of a masked fool.

When a materialist angel sees a mythical creature.

Now it's time for the most roadside battle in history versus the most roadside battle in modern times.

If Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry hired Rea Lucaria as a foreign teacher.

Let's make a grand escape under the eternal blazing sun.

Su Nuo, go and fight the Lord of Mysteries.

Talent sharing, ability sharing, physical constitution sharing, negative aspects...

What do you mean you shared your entropy disorder with me?!

Loneliness, division, and isolation are death.

But it doesn't matter, it's just "us".

I am who I am.

A global locust plague? More like a man-made disaster.

Please, another me!

…………

It has already involved the world:

Lord of Mysteries, Collapse: Star Railway, Jujutsu Kaisen, One-Punch Man, The Ring, Re:Zero.

Upcoming global involvement (tentative):

Harry Potter, Dragon Raja, Super God Academy, No Game No Life Zero...

Mystery 1

Chapter 1 Three "I"s

The dimly lit and crowded cabin was filled with a stuffy atmosphere mixed with the smell of sweat.

The cabin was packed with people, while the black-haired boy huddled in a corner, motionless.

If you only look at his facial features, the boy's appearance is very ordinary; he's neither good-looking nor bad-looking.

But now, his face will probably be very noticeable.

Even if you don't care about his appearance as a "foreigner" standing out in the crowd, his facial features are still noticeable enough.

Because his face was covered with dense, fluorescent lines, from a distance it looked like his face had developed conspicuous cracks.

It looked like some kind of disease, so a small area was actually cleared out around him in the crowded cabin, and no one wanted to get close to him for fear of being infected.

His name is "Morrain," which means good fortune in the home and a blessing from heaven.

My parents even joked that I wouldn't need to change this name when I went abroad; just read it aloud and it's my English name.

This has truly come true; we've really traveled to the Western world.

However, the fortune teller said that this name was unlucky.

Because when read together, "reun" is a fragmented "reunion," meaning an incomplete "reunion."

He was a foreign Taoist priest.

I heard he has a master's degree.

However, he does seem to have some skill; he guessed everything correctly.

If I could go back, I would call him "Daoist Master" no matter who he is.

Hearing the various cries and complaints around him, as well as the arguments, screams, and roars overhead, Moraine remained motionless and unresponsive.

buzzing...

He always feels tinnitus, like there are insects chirping in his ears, which makes him feel completely dazed and confused.

However, he himself is actually quite optimistic.

Although he didn't know why, he was in a surprisingly good mood.

I've been in this world for a week now.

If I had died in my past life, today would be the seventh day after my death...

He was thinking about things that were completely unrelated to his thoughts.

I don't know if I'll be able to get the money my parents burned...

I patted my pockets and found only a water-damaged earphone case and a dead phone.

I have no money.

It seems impossible...

Then I hope they won't waste money.

Gravesites, paper money, funerals—all of these cost a lot of money, but if I don't get to enjoy them, it's really unnecessary...

They would be better off keeping this money for themselves...

He suddenly noticed that he was seeing double, so he closed his eyes and felt inexplicably uncomfortable.

Seven days ago, he was simply walking home wearing headphones, playing on his phone as he went.

But suddenly his foot slipped and he inexplicably fell into the water.

It was seawater, salty and bitter seawater.

He couldn't understand why he had suddenly fallen into the sea from land, but luckily, he knew a little bit of swimming.

So he waded through the water and floated in the sea for almost a whole day.

Luckily it's summer, otherwise he would probably have frozen to death in the water.

Just when he was cold, hungry, thirsty, and exhausted, almost powerless, a passing ship pulled him ashore.

The kind captain took him in.

This is an unwritten rule at sea: when you encounter someone in distress, you must provide assistance.

Only if everyone follows this rule will the other captains lend a helping hand when someone is unfortunately in distress.

Of course, this rule only applies to good people.

Moraine was very glad that the captain she had met was a good person.

But it seems that not everyone on the ship is a good person.

The ship had just been attacked by pirates a dozen days ago, and most of its resources were looted.

Although the pirates strangely adhered to the principle of not killing prisoners, not killing a single one, and even leaving behind enough supplies for everyone to return to land alive, the evil of human nature still erupted at this moment.

The anger of being robbed, combined with the oppressive atmosphere of the unchanging scenery at sea, made some crew members extremely sensitive.

I could barely manage for a day or two, but five days passed, then ten days...

The pent-up emotions erupted the following week after the pirates left, the day Moraine boarded the ship.

Moraine had only been on board for a short time, and hadn't even had time to change his clothes, when a major riot broke out on the ship, erupting into fierce infighting.

From arguments to brawls, and then to drawing revolvers, picking up straight swords, and killing each other...

Over the next few days, Moraine, a fragile college student who had never even killed a chicken, witnessed true hell.

He watched helplessly as people around him fell one by one, their eyes wide open, never to close. Limbs, hearts, and intestines were splattered all over the ground.

If he hadn't been so hungry, he would have vomited everywhere.

The remaining crew members who did not want to become beasts had nowhere to hide and no way to escape.

They were surrounded by an endless ocean, and there was nowhere else for them to go.

Some wept, some begged for mercy, some sold their bodies, but their heads were still hung on the mast.

Fortunately, Moraine discovered that as a time traveler, he seemed to actually possess some extraordinary abilities.

He seems to have a knack for controlling other people's attention.

As long as he remains silent and still, everyone will ignore him.

So for the next two days, he stayed in a corner, saying nothing and doing nothing.

Soon, someone finally stepped forward.

The captain led them to the sturdy lower deck of the ship, intending to rely on the fresh water and food they had prepared in advance to survive until those crazy guys reached their limit.

Morion also blended in and hid under the ship.

However, once everyone settled down, his strange ability seemed to become less useful.

Some people still noticed him sitting in the corner.

However, Moraine's face had been covered with dense fluorescent patterns at some point, making him look extremely terrifying.

Everyone instinctively avoided him and didn't want to get close.

He could understand and didn't mind, but he just felt uncomfortable.

Only one gentleman, who seemed to be a kind person, was willing to approach Morion.

He has a round, kind face and a shy personality, like a girl.

Moraine couldn't understand what they were saying, but she could understand simple transliterations.

Therefore, when the kind gentleman pointed to himself and said his name, he still understood.