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

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You mean this is sequence seven?

I've never been to school, so please don't try to fool me.

He gave an awkward but polite smile.

Alger remained silent, his posture respectful, but his meaning was clear.

Do I look like a fool to you?

The surrounding Stardust servants scattered merrily, gathering around Morion.

"Is it really her?!" Audrey exclaimed in disbelief.

She had always had this feeling that Morion, who was beside her, seemed to know her very well.

Moreover, his way of speaking is very similar to that of the real Mr. Tower.

So Audrey felt somewhat hesitant from the beginning. It felt like the real her, but something didn't quite feel right.

It wasn't until Bug Bag said that Morion was "Sequence Seven" that she gave up the idea that Morion was "Mr. Tower".

But now, Moraine has directly admitted that she is indeed Moraine.

What is this? Sharing joy with the people?

Is Mr. Tower really this "approachable"?

Audrey believed it too.

After all, this kind of thing is easy to confirm. Tomorrow is the Tarot meeting, and she can give her "testimony" at the meeting.

However, she didn't believe in the so-called Sequence Seven either.

She gave Morion a flawless smile, but didn't say a word.

Okay, you say you're Sequence Seven, then you are.

Mr. Tower must have his reasons for saying that.

The two of them, without prior agreement, thought of a term once coined by Emperor Roselle:

The smile of the person facing the wall.

"Don't doubt it, my current body is Sequence Seven," Morion explained with a smile.

The two immediately realized.

Body?

Is it your current body?

Oh! A divine intervention! I get it, I get it.

The seven true gods haven't roamed the earth for a long time, so it's understandable that someone like Mr. Tower would need a vessel to manifest in the world.

The two of them quickly recovered from their self-inflicted psychological manipulation.

Morion, who could roughly guess what they were thinking, smiled, raised his hand slightly, and shook it gently, saying to Alger:

"Shouldn't you be pointing the gun at me?"

muzzle?

Alger was only stunned for a second before he immediately realized what was happening.

"I'm sorry," he said softly.

He raised his gun again, the muzzle pointing directly at Morion's head.

Just two seconds after he raised his gun, a huge gust of wind swept across the forest.

Cardinal Snake of the Church of Storms, dressed in a black robe embroidered with storm symbols, was swept up by the gale and fell from the sky at an extremely fast speed. He landed heavily on the ground not far from the four people, but instead of falling, he used his legs to support the weight of the fall from the sky.

"Hey, little pigeon." Moraine smiled and raised his hand in greeting, his voice directly appearing in Snake's mind, making his expression even more serious.

The "Singer of God" had no expression on his square face, but his posture revealed his solemnity.

The gray hair peeking out from under the black soft hat swayed gently in the wind, setting off his unusually serious silver eyes.

In his eyes, Morion, who was carrying Qilingus, was an absolutely formidable opponent.

He couldn't tell if this person was strong or weak, but the Sailor Path, also known as the Tyrant Path, is very skilled at using intimidating auras.

The fact that Morion showed no fear when facing himself as a cardinal speaks volumes.

The ability to ignore his spiritual protection and directly make a sound appear in his mind is also not to be underestimated.

Moreover...

His eyes darted around, glancing at Morion's surroundings.

Those creatures were all extraordinary.

An extraordinary being who commands thousands of spirit creatures...

Having dealt with the Church of the Night for a long time, he believed that even the bishop residing in the Church of Tranquility would find it difficult to do so.

Therefore, this is a demigod.

"Release the hostages first," he said in a low voice.

Who is the hostage? Zillingus?

Alger paused for a moment to think, then looked down at his Storm Church priest's robes and then at a wandering starworm perched on his shoulder.

Am I a hostage?

Oh, right, I'm a hostage.

“Your Excellency Cardinal, you don’t need to worry about me!” He immediately gripped his pistol, tensed all his muscles, and prepared for battle, pointing the gun at Morion’s head.

“Your courage is a treasure of the storm, but you don’t need to perish here,” Snake said in a low voice, his gaze fixed on Morion.

He repeated it again.

"I said, release the hostages!"

His voice was punctuated by the rumble of thunder, and sparks began to crackle around him.

The Church of Storms is a typical male-dominated church. In their view, the weak depend on the strong, and the strong have an obligation to protect the weak.

Alger was his subordinate, but also a "weakling" and the one he protected.

He would never allow the church's pastor to be bullied under his nose.

Morion smiled and raised his hand, waving it at Alger. The insect on Alger's shoulder immediately fell off and returned to Morion's side.

"Let's go back," he said with a smile.

So Alger tentatively took a step toward Snake, and seeing that neither of them reacted, he jogged up behind Snake.

Snake relaxed a little when Alger returned to the team.

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Alger jogged over to Snake and lowered his head.

"Your Excellency Cardinal."

“Okay.” Snake nodded. “Go stand at the back.”

“Okay.” Alger obediently did as he was told.

Snake looked at Morion again.

"So, what do you want to do now?" Snake asked in a deep voice.

Now that there were no hostages in the other side's hands, Snake's momentum was even stronger.

However, his attitude became somewhat friendlier.

At the very least, the fact that they were willing to release the hostages suggests that either they were too arrogant to take him seriously, or they had no malicious intent whatsoever.

It's a good thing no matter what it is.

“Me? I don’t want to do anything,” Moraine replied matter-of-factly. “I’m just passing by and here to watch the fun.”

He waved the Zilingus in his hand.

Snake fell silent for a moment, and the sparks around him gradually died down.

“In that case, let’s put that person down.” He pointed at Qilingus. “I will pay you the appropriate reward.”

Alger became slightly nervous upon hearing this.

He certainly didn't want Zillingus to survive.

I just attacked Qilingus. If he survives, he will definitely reveal my secret.

Snake sensed a subtle change in Alger's emotions behind him, but didn't pay it any mind, assuming that the current situation was making him a little nervous.

This is understandable; it's perfectly normal for a Sequence 7 to feel nervous when facing negotiations between mid- to high-level sequences.

Morion just smiled.

"A bounty? I don't need it."

He pointed at Zillingus.

"I just want him to get the punishment he deserves."

Swarms of insects swam around him.

“He just tried to harm my children, how could I let him get away with it?”

Snake narrowed his eyes.

Judging from their posture, these two are probably not friends.

That being the case...

“I can subject him to the most brutal torture,” Snake said. “And coincidentally, we also need to extract some information from him.”

"This is exactly what you wanted, isn't it?"