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

Chapter 106 IF Line: A Story That Doesn't Exist Because of You

Floating in space, a white room, a quiet sleeping pod.

The silver-haired girl lay quietly in the sleep pod with her eyes closed, seemingly asleep.

Two other people, one tall and one short, were standing outside the incubation chamber.

The taller, more mature one was a purple-haired woman wearing a coat and sunglasses perched on her head as a hair clip. Her eyes seemed a little vacant, lacking luster, but that was just the effect of her colored contact lenses; she actually looked quite pretty.

The shorter one looked like a teenage girl addicted to online games. She had gray hair, wore a full-body short-sleeved shirt, and exuded the punk style of a rebellious teenage girl obsessed with games. She was chewing a piece of gum.

At this moment, the punk-style girl stood in front of the sleep pod, her fingers clicking on something on the semi-transparent screen in front of her.

Her hand speed was so fast that it created afterimages.

"Baby, did Firefly successfully enter Pinocchio?" A gentle voice came from behind her.

“Almost there, she’s in the ‘Thought Corridor’ right now.” The girl operating the machine tapped rapidly on the semi-transparent screen in front of her. “The family’s firewall isn’t as weak as we thought. I need a little time.”

"So there's actually a defense that can make you feel troubled?" the older sister behind me asked with a smile.

But the girl didn't answer; she just gave a soft hum.

Her hands moved incredibly fast, controlling four screens simultaneously with both hands, yet she didn't appear flustered.

She is Silver Wolf, the Star Core Hunter, one of the top hackers in the universe, with a bounty of 51 billion credits.

“I also need to focus on programming another channel,” she said. “It’s complicated.”

"Thank you for your hard work." The older woman with purple hair, holding a wine glass, walked gracefully in her high heels to the sofa not far away and sat down.

"Oh, everything's fine now."

After typing the last few lines of code, Silver Wolf casually turned off three of the screens in front of him, leaving only the last one open. The code on that screen ran automatically and kept refreshing.

"They went in."

Both of them.

She pushed her goggles up to her head, relaxed, turned around, and sat down on the small sofa next to Kafka.

"Success?" Kafka leaned back lazily on the sofa, crossing her legs.

"Mmm." Silver Wolf leaned back, only responding with a nasal sound, clearly exhausted.

A few seconds later, she stretched out a big yawn.

"Ah... I'm so tired."

"You didn't let him into the 'Thought Corridor,' did you?" Kafka asked gently.

She used "he" to refer to a male.

Clearly, she wasn't referring to the girl in the sleep pod.

“Of course not,” Silver Wolf shook his head slightly. “I helped him get around it.”

“He seems to be adapting very well, and even without experiencing the ‘thought corridor,’ he can immerse himself well in the body in the dream.”

"I don't need to help him modify his body's constants."

"That's good." Kafka nodded.

"It seems the script is still following the established trajectory and doesn't require any changes for the time being."

“Hmm.” Silver Wolf nodded. “If a bug can be exploited, then don’t bother with it.”

The corridor of thoughts is a passage connecting dreams and reality.

When each person first enters a dream, upon waking, they will find themselves in a room that seems to be submerged in the deep sea. They will then pass through a mirror, walk along a long "corridor of thoughts," and finally arrive at the real dream.

However, Morion's dream entry seems to be different.

He skipped the preliminary procedures and went straight to the "golden moment".

He probably realized it, but he didn't care.

Isn't this great? It also saves us a considerable amount of travel time.

"So, is it really necessary to do so much?" Silver Wolf picked up the game console on the coffee table in front of him and pressed the power button.

“This is the best future,” Kafka replied languidly.

"It's the best option, at least for now."

Silver Wolf opened the game and said in a dissatisfied tone.

"We need to prevent him from coming into contact with the 'star core' too early, but we also need to keep him away from the remnants of [reproduction]."

"Oh, we also need to prevent him from entering Pinocchio's true deep dream too early."

"To be honest, it's really troublesome."

“We’ve reached a certain understanding with that dream master.” Kafka reached out and patted the silver wolf’s head. “Now you can relax a little.”

"Don't we need to worry about him anymore?" Silver Wolf asked without looking up.

"It's not necessary for now, but we still need you to take care of Liuying."

"That's tomorrow's mission, right?" Silver Wolf asked while operating the game console.

“Yes.” Kafka withdrew her hand and looked at a small black cat carrying an iron basin walking by in the distance.

"However, I must say, his so-called ritual magic seems to actually have some merit."

"If I hadn't misunderstood his distress signals, we might have actually managed to summon something," Silver Wolf sighed, looking slightly weary.

The chaos of [Pleasure] has the ability to disrupt fate, and given that Silver Wolf possesses the technology of "Ether Editing," which allows her to modify real-world data, it is most appropriate for her to interfere.

"That guy sends out mass messages everywhere, and a few times when he was praying to [Tongxie], he almost sent them to Xingxiao's side."

"Honestly, I have no idea where he got so many strange and wonderful abilities."

Silver Wolf complained as he switched characters.

He started to become a little distracted while playing games; it seems he was really angry.

"If I had to say, the most dangerous one right now is that future, isn't it?" Kafka swirled her wine glass. "That 'forgotten' future."

"There's no need to mention it anymore, since we've already weathered the storm." Silver Wolf swung his leg.

“Yes, that’s true.” Kafka nodded. “We’ve safely passed that point of divergence between the future and the present.”

"And don't shake your leg," she reminded her.

"Leave me alone!"

"Yes, I'm in charge of you."

"..."

"Alright, alright." Silver Wolf stopped shaking his leg and muttered twice.

It appears that the worst possible future has been averted.

Although the future is still uncertain, at least for now, things have settled down smoothly.

The point of contention lies in the time Morion was still on the spaceship.

If Silver Branch is not guided to Morion.

Kafka picked up a black book from the coffee table in front of her.

The book is not thick, and the cover is black.

She gently turned it over, and the little black cat not far away put down its iron basin, jumped onto the sofa, and sat cross-legged next to Kafka.

…………

It was probably not long ago.

Within the abandoned "script," there exists such a timeline.

Waking up on a "soft bed" made of insects, Morion opened his eyes and looked toward the bedside.

There was a window over there, through which one could see the pitch black outside, with only one or two tiny, almost invisible points of light visible at the far end of the line of sight.

Seeing such a scene for the first time, one can't help but feel a sense of awe at the vastness of the universe.

But he had been watching this scene for months.

In the months following his transmigration, he prayed to various beings more than once.

He worshipped most of the star gods, except for those like the Destruction Star God and the Void Star God.

But still, no one responded to him.

It hasn't changed once in months.

Today is no exception.

He rolled out of bed and walked to the ritual array formed by blood inside the spaceship.

“I remember I prayed to Harmony yesterday, so let’s try Abundance today.” Morion crouched down. “Hmm, but since that prayer has been offered, let’s pray again…”

Unbeknownst to him, a star core streaked past him.

This star core wasn't headed here, but for some reason, it passed by, causing the Milky Way's orbit in this galaxy to be destroyed, almost eliminating the possibility of anyone else passing through here.

Moraine's prayers may not have gone unanswered.

It is certainly useful, at least for prayers of harmony.

That is, there is a 50% chance that praying to [Tongxie] will lead to Xingxiao.

The Great Monarch of Annihilation, Xingxiao, heard this and gave his own response.

She's actually a really nice person.

…………

After an unknown number of days, Moraine opened her eyes once again.

He lay on a plane formed from the starry sky, with the ocean hanging upside down above him.

Since learning how to expand a domain, he has gotten used to staying within the domain and almost never leaves, except occasionally going out for a meal.