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

Sambo continued to stroll around with Morion, while Firefly continued to examine the map in her hand.

Morion had absolutely no intention of staying with her.

If he remembered correctly, Liu Ying would make herself a wanted criminal in the next two days, giving herself a chance to play the hero and save the damsel in distress in front of Xing.

So Morion has no intention of being wanted along with her.

In the world of anime, if wanted posters are plastered all over the streets, anyone can become someone who can't even beat a random NPC and will be chased around everywhere.

This is common sense.

However, now that he had seen Firefly, there was something he was particularly curious about...

“Sambo, are there any dessert shops around here?” Moraine asked.

“Hmm…yes, look, there’s one over there.” Sangbo pointed into the distance.

Ten minutes later, inside a dessert shop.

Moraine and Sambo sat in a booth inside the restaurant. Sambo had a hamburger and a drink in front of him, while Moraine had a cake in front of her.

"Dude, this stuff doesn't taste good," Sangbo kindly reminded him while sipping his drink.

“I have heard about it,” Moraine said, poking at the cake in front of her with her fork, “but if it tastes really good, I won’t buy it.”

"Haha, that's true." Sangbo nodded with a smile.

That is indeed a pretty good reason.

I poked it and it felt quite elastic.

This cake is called "Oak Roll Cake," and its appearance and ingredients are similar to a piece of oak.

This is exactly what Morien is curious about.

He remembered that fireflies loved this kind of cake and would eat one every day in their dreams, but unfortunately, the cake tasted rather bad.

It's said that apart from being a bit soft, it tastes like gnawing on wood.

He picked up a small piece, put it in his mouth, chewed it a couple of times, and then swallowed it.

Upon entering, Moraine's expression suddenly turned somewhat strange.

"Tsk..." He clicked his tongue softly.

"How is it?" Sambo asked with a smile. "I told you, this stuff isn't tasty."

"If you'd like, I can recommend a few to you."

"No need, I don't really like desserts, I came here just out of curiosity."

Moraine answered.

At this moment, he paused, as if he had heard something.

This made him tilt his head slightly, then reach out and pull in the air, tearing open a gash.

Behind the opening were several small insects curiously peering outside.

Moraine reached out and touched it, then picked up the cake and poured it in.

He had just heard the children's voices.

He didn't really want to eat it, so he decided to give it to the children.

The children quite liked it, since many of the insects in the swarm were herbivores and didn't mind the taste of "wooden blocks."

Moraine guessed that this might be one of the reasons why fireflies liked such things.

Fireflies were once also travelers of [breeding], and in a sense, the entire Grammer Ironclad can be regarded as a "humanoid swarm of insects".

Therefore, oak, a plant that attracts insects, probably doesn't taste bad in the mouth of fireflies.

However, Moraine's tastes are more human-oriented.

"Go order me a 'Flying Saucer Burger' set meal," Moraine said to Sambo, wiping her mouth.

"Okay." Sangbo got up and walked towards the order counter.

UFO Burger is a much more normal food.

This is a hamburger, but there's a large layer in the middle that looks like a small "ring" sandwiched in the middle of the hamburger.

It is said that many members of the Celestial Ring Tribe have protested against the appearance of this food.

In comparison, the oak-smoked cake roll is indeed a complete "culinary disaster".

If we must say something, the existence of this thing is a byproduct of the wealthy's pursuit of "the flu".

Legend has it that the poor on some outlying planets would add sawdust to their bread to ensure they had enough to eat. This practice later evolved into a quirk of the wealthy, meant to express their appreciation for the hardships of the past.

But Moraine thought it was just idle talk and that the thing was worthless.

Instead of wasting time "reminiscing about past hardships and appreciating present happiness," it would be better to climb more stairs.

Soon, Sambo returned with the meal.

Although Pinocchio's food is always made to order, there is no such thing as pre-made food.

But since this is an interstellar world, even freshly made food takes no more than three minutes from ordering to serving.

“I’m a little tired,” Morion asked between bites. “Do I have to go back to the real world to rest?”

In dreams, the body doesn't get tired, but the mind does.

“If you want to rest, you can book a room at the Daydream Hotel,” Sangbo suggested.

“I already have a room.” Morion was a little confused by Sambo’s words.

“I know,” Sambo nodded. “I mean, the ‘Daydream Hotel’ in my dreams.”

"Huh?" Morion was even more confused. "I clearly have a hotel room, so why do I have to book a hotel again in my dream?"

Is this family so obsessed with money that they've gone mad?

“Because you can’t sleep in your dreams,” Sambo patiently explained, “so if you want to ‘rest’ further in your dreams, you need to book a special room, then spend money to buy the feeling of ‘tiredness’ so that you can finally rest.”

"However, this kind of rest is not actually falling asleep, but a family-specific technique, similar to a spa, which is specifically designed to completely relax the body."

"The effect is hundreds of times better than actual sleep."

"Of course, if you don't want to, you can leave the dream through the gate of the 'Golden Hour' and go straight back to your room to rest."

The rooms at the Daydream Hotel do have beds where guests can sleep, so they don't have to sleep in the Dream Pool.

However, sleeping in a room is definitely not as comfortable as resting in a dream. After all, dreams don't need to follow logic and can directly materialize the concept of "comfort" by making it into a massage bed.

“I see.” Morion nodded. “Then let’s go order one.”

He opened his phone, glanced at the time, and then checked the money in his e-wallet.

"Do you want to book? You can give me the money and I'll book a room for you." Moraine turned to look at Sambo.

He has a dream passport, which gives him a 30% discount on purchases.

"I'll still give you a 20% discount, and I'll keep the rest as a commission."

This can be considered the "experience" that Moraine and Sambo summarized after a day of sightseeing.

When Moraine buys something, he helps Sambo buy a few or even a dozen extra portions. Moraine gives him a 30% discount, and Sambo buys it back at 80% of the original price. Then, Sambo resells it to other people at a slightly lower price than other scalpers.

This is quite rare, since those who possess a "Dream Passport" have never bothered to act as scalpers.

After a day of shopping, Moraine actually had more money in her wallet.

"Hehehe," Sambo rubbed his hands together and chuckled, "I think I'll pass."

"I've finally made it to Pinocchio, and luckily I won't get tired here, so I, Sambo, am definitely going to have a good time."

"I won't spend time resting anymore."

“Well, you’re pretty good at time management.” Moraine shrugged.

"That's right, everyone knows that I, Old Sambo, am the best at managing time."

Sambo said he was taking Moraine to Pinocchio, but Moraine could clearly tell that he had taken a lot of online shopping orders, and the places he took him to were basically Sambo's own destinations.

However, Moraine didn't feel like she was being used.

After all, those who are asked to specifically find scalpers online to buy things must be some of the most popular venues in Pinocchio. Even if Morion is alone, he would probably still make a special trip to visit them.

There were also multiple tour guides.

This is precisely the point that the Sangbo Fair is trying to make a fuss about.

He was clearly "mooching off someone else's membership," but he didn't make people feel resentful or like they were being taken advantage of.

“I see.” Morion nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

Sensing that the swarm of insects in the area had already devoured the cake roll, Moraine got up, asked Sambo for directions, and left.

…………

In the Daydream Hotel of my dreams.

Moraine leaned against a large bed that looked like an open seashell.

Unlike the real-life "Daydream Hotel," the hotel in the dream doesn't have a dream pool.

Instead, a device that looks very similar in appearance to the Dream Pool was installed.

Its exterior is also an open seashell, but instead of sky-blue liquid inside, there's a white cushion, along with sheets, pillows, and a blanket...

Moraine leaned against the large bed, which was very soft. Even though she was just sitting, she could feel an indescribable sense of comfort enveloping her entire body.

This is a feeling that is completely impossible in reality, so he can't describe it; he only knows that it is the feeling of "comfort".

Moraine is holding a glass of "juice".

The translucent glass contained a liquid that looked like green apple juice, and it had a faint, refreshing scent.

This is what "exhaustion" means.

It is a drink that is unique to dreams.

However, although it is a drink that tends to evoke "negative emotions," it smells surprisingly good.

It has a light fragrance and a slightly sweet taste.