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

Those were human-shaped outlines, and they were still moving.

Moraine knew that he had directly penetrated the wall and seen the spirit of the passenger next door.

It might not just be the neighbor next door.

Perhaps there's also the neighbor's neighbor.

Moraine continued to observe and discovered that there were not only the spirits of the living, but even more spirits of the dead on the ship.

This is understandable, given that the Clover had recently experienced a massive riot, with more people dying than surviving.

As the scene before him became clearer, Moraine's eyes began to throb and his head began to twitch.

At the same time, what Moraine saw gradually became choppy. He tried to rotate his vision and found that although the scene in front of him was exceptionally clear, it was extremely choppy.

The sense of déjà vu was quite strong. Morion recalled that when he was a child in his previous life, he always liked to turn the graphics settings to the highest level and max out all the special effects when playing games.

But he was using an old computer that his family had bought when they were young, and it was older than young Morion himself at the time.

Back then, the feeling of having your computer's performance lagging behind even with maxed-out graphics settings was very similar to what it feels like now.

"Damn, this optimization is really bad." Morion raised his hand, pinched his brow, closed his eyes, and tried to calm his overactive spirituality caused by his recent advancement.

He quickly sketched out a mask in his mind.

This is the world's method of meditation.

First, quickly imagine something common, simple, and easy. Then, after the image is formed, empty your mind and replace the original image with an object that does not exist in the world and is imagined out of thin air.

The mask quickly took shape, and then Moraine swiftly replaced the imagined mask.

However, Moraine was having some trouble figuring out what to use as a replacement.

After all, he has trouble making choices.

"Something that doesn't exist...something that doesn't exist..."

Moraine had a sudden inspiration and quickly sketched a face in her mind.

That's the author of the original mystery novel, "The Squid Who Loves to Dive".

"This definitely doesn't exist in this world, right?"

Morien pondered.

But he soon discovered that the squid's face wouldn't work, because there seemed to be a character in the world who actually resembled a squid.

Round face, small eyes, seems easy to talk to, shy personality like a girl...

Isn't that Tris?

So it turns out Triss is an isotope of an octopus.

Seeing that meditation on Triss wasn't working, Moraine tried another approach.

He imagined a pile of toys made up of masks, playing cards, balls, dolls, and other objects, and a dark figure hiding behind these toys.

Although these are all relatively common things in this world, the combination of them is something that does not exist in this world.

He directly meditated on the god of pleasure.

Sure enough, this time, he succeeded.

His spirituality gradually subsided, and Morion slowly exhaled.

He opened his eyes again...

Then he saw a pair of eyes that had no eyelashes, were cold and indifferent, and were almost transparent.

Those almost ethereal eyes were silently watching him.

Chapter 10 Second Synchronization

"I go!"

Moraine gasped and blinked.

The eye in front of him, which had no eyelashes, blinked as well.

The next moment, a large amount of knowledge was poured into Morion's mind.

Those who peek into the secrets possess various kinds of mysterious knowledge, such as magic, witchcraft, astrology, and ritual magic.

Aside from the portion inherent in the potion itself, those who seek secrets often suddenly acquire skills, magic, or witchcraft they have never encountered before.

That is the reason.

Knowledge comes to each individual.

The hidden sages, the only ones who have become experts through the path of the secret seekers, have the greatest hobby of packing all the knowledge they know into the minds of the secret seekers.

That sounds great, but that's not the case.

Because the hidden sages never care whether those who seek their knowledge can bear it; they upload all the knowledge in one go.

People who try to uncover secrets are often overwhelmed by a huge amount of knowledge, to the point that their brains are about to explode, but they find it difficult to remember anything afterward.

Before Morion could react, a flood of information was crammed into his mind.

From various forms of witchcraft and magic to postpartum care for sows.

A large amount of information, both useful and useless, was crammed into Morion's mind.

Moraine's mind went blank for a moment, and her head throbbed with pain.

However, what appeared before Morion was not a backup of the Hidden Sage's data, but merely a clone.

That's normal. Even if the Hidden Sage has nothing better to do, he won't show his true form when facing a Sequence Nine.

He probably didn't even know that Morion existed; he was just the only one who noticed that there was a "peeper" in the world, so he casually tossed two installation packages over.

The spirit of open source is truly magnificent.

Praise open source.

After a few seconds of stunned silence, Morion quickly recovered, and apart from a headache that made him want to bang his head against the wall, he was basically fine.

Because he had synchronized once, his brain's information processing capacity was more than three times that of a normal person, so he recovered much faster than a normal Sequence Nine, and regained his senses before the eyes in front of him disappeared.

"Feed me information?"

"What right do you have to give me information! You don't even know how many ways there are to write the character '茴' in '茴香豆' (fennel seeds)!"

"I really need to teach you a lesson!"

Looking at the eyes in front of him, Morion ripped off the mask that had turned to the side of his face because of drinking the potion, and then slapped it onto the eyes in front of him.

Only through give and take can things last. I'll also send you two installation packages.

The illusory eyes neither flinched nor blinked.

Because He is a data entity, not a physical entity.

Physical attacks are meaningless to Him...

Snapped!

The mask hit one of the eyes.

My eyes hurt, so I quickly closed them and disappeared.

"Hmph!" Morion snorted as he watched the Hidden Sage disappear and put his mask back on.

His mask couldn't be too far from his body, since he still needed it to protect himself from the Outer Gods.

The distance between the main body and the mask is basically more than 100 meters, at which point the main body will automatically explode.

"call……"

He exhaled forcefully and closed his slightly dry eyes.

The Peeping Eye is a passive skill that cannot be turned off under normal circumstances, making it particularly easy to see things that shouldn't be seen.

However, this didn't affect him much.

With the mask on, most forms of pollution, except for those related to willpower, are unlikely to cause him any harm.

The biggest problem is that seeing too much can easily keep your brain under high load all day long, which can be very tiring.

"I wonder if other worlds have a solution," Moraine muttered to herself, glancing at the mirror.

Well, it's been almost ten hours since I left that magical space.

Logically speaking, the Shibuya incident on the curse side should have ended by now, right?

Morion realized that his world of sorcery was currently in the period of the Shibuya Incident.

However, based on his experience reading novels, he judged that in most cases, the time flow rates of the different worlds in the "simultaneous time travel" genre are different.

So Morion wasn't sure what had become of his other self.

His eagerness to exchange formulas with Alger was largely driven by a desire to acquire more extraordinary abilities as soon as possible, thus preventing himself from being used as a speed bump by the Four Calamities when he could only "send messages from afar".

Even disregarding the knowledge acquired by individuals, the ability to glimpse secrets is still quite remarkable.

He possesses considerable knowledge of magic, witchcraft, astrology, and ritual magic, and can easily perceive certain entities hidden behind things. He can even perform ritual magic quickly, effortlessly accomplishing what other extraordinary individuals can do in several hours without requiring many materials or assistance.

They also possess the Peeping Eye, which allows them to see more than most other Beyonders of the same sequence. They can observe the astral, etheric, and mental states of their targets, examine various details of the astral, and even see things in their surroundings that are normally invisible or should not be seen.

Simply put, it means having extraordinary observational skills, being able to see spirits with the naked eye, judge a person's emotions, and even "read minds" like an audience member. To a certain extent, it is very easy to judge a person's thoughts and physical condition, and to determine whether a person is sick or has any defects.

Aside from the inability to turn off the Eye of the Secret and the risk of dying from looking around, it has virtually no drawbacks.

Moraine patted her face and felt it.

As he expected, the "Secret Seeker's" potion melted upon entering his mouth.

He is currently at the peak of the ninth level of the Sequence.

That makes sense.

He was the man who had seen the third blasphemous tablet; he was a walking "blasphemer."

He may not know a lot of secrets, but the quality and level of knowledge he possesses are certainly high.

If he were to be eaten by the Hidden Sage, the Sage might just pull off a "The First Creator has been resurrected within me" move and cause a huge upheaval in the universe.