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

Oh? What a coincidence.

“Okay.” Morion nodded and walked into the room.

He was just browsing around, but since Klein was there too, he decided to go and chat with him.

Upon entering the yellow crystal room, Morion pushed open the door, closed it behind him, and sat down at the table opposite him.

Klein, who was reading the newspaper, glanced up at it, then quickly looked down again.

"It's you," he said, a little disappointed.

I thought we had a customer.

The club's star player, Klein, hasn't made a single sale yet today.

“I’m just here to patronize your business,” Moraine said with a smile.

"Forget it," Klein said, putting down his newspaper with a bored expression. "I can't tell your fortune."

"Haha."

Klein found it difficult to perform divination on Moraine.

Even if you climb to the Source Castle, the divination results from Morion will be vague.

"Oh, right, since you're here, I'll just tell you something." Klein suddenly remembered something.

The meeting this afternoon has been cancelled.

"Hmm?" Moraine looked up in confusion. "Why?"

Klein explained:

"Miss Justice and Mr. Hanged Man have both taken leave. Because of the Qilingus incident, there are many more security guards around Miss Justice. Mr. Hanged Man seems to have received a lot of rewards, but he is also under assessment and being monitored, so it's not convenient for him."

“What’s the point of canceling it? Aren’t there still you, me, and Little Sun?” Morion asked.

“There are only three of us, what’s the point of having a meeting? The two of us can talk privately,” Klein replied. “Don’t you think this looks like two grown men teaming up to scam a kid who’s just entered the workforce?”

"Oh, you've reminded me. I still need to inform Little Sun later."

"Isn't this fun?" Morion said matter-of-factly.

"You should at least act like a human being."

“I’m not human,” Moraine waved her hand.

"Hey? That's right."

"In that case, how about we bring your teammate along to play?"

"Well, didn't he just happen to pronounce your name before?"

“Leonard?” Klein immediately knew who Moraine was talking about.

“I don’t have that much spirituality.” He shook his head. “Although I recently advanced to Sequence 8 Clown, I feel that my spirituality might still not be enough to support a meeting of 6 people.”

“Spirituality? I do have a way with that.” Morion raised his hand and made a sweeping motion in the air, creating an opening.

Under Klein's envious gaze, he reached in and took out a small insect.

It was a palm-sized worm, white and plump, somewhat cute, with a needle on its tail.

“Look at this.” Morion placed it on the table.

"What's this?" Klein asked curiously, leaning closer.

“One of my children. A subspecies of one of my descendants,” Morion explained.

“It can provide you with spirituality,” Moraine said. “I call them spiritual treasures.”

He gave a thumbs up.

"The spirit is in dire need of help, the insect swarm is here to save it."

"Really? How do you use it?" Klein looked at the little insect with curiosity.

“You can feed it your spiritual energy regularly, and it will swell up like this.” Morion placed his finger near the Spirit-Infused Treasure’s mouth. “Come on.”

Chonglingbao slowly opened its mouth and bit down.

Then, its body quickly swelled up.

“It absorbs spirituality and stores it.” Moraine touched its swollen body.

"Then when you want to use it, just prick it with this needle."

Moraine pointed to the needle on its tail.

The needle pierced his finger with his other hand, and the insect quickly shriveled up again.

“However, everyone’s spirituality is different. So only you can use your own spirituality,” Moraine explained. “And spirituality stores will decrease over time because it is essentially its food, so it will be digested little by little.”

"If it is fully fed, it can probably survive for a month without eating."

"You can feed it a day in advance and take it out to use the next day."

"Or feed it whenever you have time, so that it is always full, and take out its spirit when needed."

"It seems... it's not entirely impossible?"

Klein accepted it well and showed no resistance.

He thought it was a very good extraordinary item... an extraordinary creature.

Chapter 113 Star Joins the Club

“Oh right, Ziringus.” Klein remembered Ziringus.

He deliberately bought a newspaper today, but there was nothing reported in it.

The last time Moraine made a move, it happened in the early hours of the morning and was in the morning paper the next day. Besides, this involves a pirate general, so it shouldn't be missing from the newspapers.

“Oh, you mean him?” Morion once again parted the small opening in the air, pulled it open, and widened the opening a little.

“I have an idea; I’m planning to have him cooperate with me on some experiments.” Morion gestured for Klein to look inside.

Klein turned his head and saw a man with missing limbs lying in Morion's vast wilderness, with insects crawling in and out of his body.

"You're ridding the people of a scourge?" Klein sat back down. "I didn't realize that."

He didn't think there was anything wrong with a pirate turning out like this.

“I’m actually fine,” Morion said with a smile, propping his head up with his hand. “I mainly wanted to see the Hanged Man running around in circles every day because Zillingus is still alive.”

"Have some decency..."

Klein noticed it too.

Alger's intent to kill Qilingus was all too obvious.

They both laughed.

After laughing for a while, Moraine spoke to Klein.

"By the way, I have something to tell you."

"About Leonard."

"What?" Klein looked at Morion curiously.

Moraine snapped her fingers and began to speak.

…………

in the afternoon.

Inside the Blackthorn Security Company, in the break room.

Leonard sat on the sofa, with a takeout meal from the restaurant downstairs on the small coffee table in front of him.

The night shift workers have a partner restaurant nearby that offers decent portions at very low prices.

But don't even think about the taste.

I can only guarantee that they won't add anything unhealthy.

He held a spoon in his hand, scooping up rice spoonful by spoonful, mixing it with the stew.

He was alone in the lounge, but he was speaking quietly as he opened and closed his mouth, and it was unclear who he was talking to.

"I don't know why, but I have a bad feeling about this."

"I always feel like I'm being watched by countless eyes."

"But I can't see anyone..."

“You’ve said that many times before,” Pales’s aged voice echoed in Leonard’s mind. “Ever since you began chanting the name of that fool, you’ve become paranoid.”

"Ugh……"

Leonard sighed.

"Old man, do you think that Mr. Fool really exists?"

“Didn’t you always think that this Mr. Fool was an ally of your Goddess of Night?” Pales said with a hint of mockery.

“I can’t just believe everything people say…” Leonard swallowed the food in his mouth. “Although I think this is very likely, we can’t rule out other possibilities.”

He paused, then said somewhat speechlessly:

"What kind of image do I have in your mind?"

"Probably the kind of silly roe deer that, after being shot by a hunter, will curiously go over to see who fired the shot," Pales replied immediately.

In the lounge, Leonard and Palles both remained silent.

A few seconds later, Leonard steered the conversation back to the original question.

"Old man, what do you think?"

The image of Pales in his mind remained silent for a few seconds, then sighed:

"I don't know either. If it's the one I know... He shouldn't have the energy to organize subordinates."

"But if..."