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

Feeling itself being touched, the silverfish poked Klein's palm with its tail to show that it was still there.

“Oh, right,” Klein suddenly spoke up, emphasizing, “I heard that Mrs. Sharon seems to dislike fire, so we can bring some matches or something.”

This is a characteristic of witches' spider silk—their fear of fire—that Morion wrote on the stone tablet.

Dunn paused, nodded, said nothing, and walked straight toward the Charis Gate underground.

Klein took a deep breath, then slowly exhaled, and turned to walk towards the lounge.

A few minutes later, he returned from underground, holding a mirror that was completely wrapped in a thick black cloth.

"Let's go," he said in a deep voice.

Twenty minutes later, the three night watchmen arrived at Olsner Street and saw the garden and Mrs. Sharon's house in the darkness.

Klein removed the pendulum from his left wrist cuff and quickly began to perform a divination:

"There is danger inside."

"There is danger inside."

…………

On the other side, the Storm Church, the Wave Church.

Snake sat in the basement of the church, looking at the paper in front of him.

On the paper in front of me was a drawing of a man wearing a mask in profile.

"Is this the strange demigod you were talking about?" someone asked him.

The person who spoke was also wearing the robes of the Church of Storms, and speaking to Snake in that tone, suggesting that his status was not much lower than Snake's.

“Yes.” Snake nodded, put down the portrait in his hand, and rubbed his temples.

This is his drawing, and it looks very realistic.

Although the Storm Church is mostly made up of roughnecks, this cardinal is actually quite good at drawing.

After all, nautical charts are frequently needed at sea.

"Then...should we create an arrest warrant for him?" the Storm Priest asked in a deep voice.

“…” Snake lowered his head and pondered for several seconds.

Then, he gently shook his head.

"no need."

"That's fine then."

“Alright.” The priest nodded and retreated into the darkness.

Chapter 116 Hunting the Witch (6,000 words, bonus chapter for the Alliance Leader)

Inside the luxurious and opulent bedroom.

Mrs. Sharon lay naked in a comfortable rocking chair, looking at herself in the mirror.

As she gazed at him, her cheeks flushed pink, her eyes seemed to well up with tears, and her expression was dreamy yet filled with a strange tenderness.

Outside the house, after a simple divination to confirm safety, Klein nodded to Captain Dunn, indicating that he could begin to draw Mrs. Sharon into the dream.

Klein leaned against the car door, listening to the captain's instructions while awkwardly moving his right hand.

Because he was wearing a pair of black gloves today.

He doesn't usually wear gloves, but this time he needed to use them to cover up the abnormality on his hands.

On his right hand, another glove was hidden under the black glove.

It was a thin, flesh-colored glove that covered the right hand and looked like a layer of slightly different-colored skin.

This was a writhing hunger, something Klein had paid Morion to rent.

The money was a gold pound a night, which almost broke his heart.

Klein's fingers spread open and closed, as if his heart was bleeding.

"Sigh..." He sighed silently.

"What's wrong?" Dunn immediately noticed Klein's unusual behavior.

Klein showed no sign of anything amiss and shook his head.

"I just feel that these cultists shouldn't exist at all, and I don't understand why they do these things."

Klein, who skillfully controls his expressions using his clown abilities, said this.

The "hold on" skill of the Sequence Eighth Rank cannot be discerned by the two Sleepless Ones.

These words resonated with both Dunn and Cohen, who nodded in agreement.

Soon, the three night watchmen made a simple tactical arrangement, and Captain Dunn closed his eyes and began to lull Mrs. Sharon into a dream.

After receiving the captain's signal, Klein and Cohen entered Mrs. Sharon's room one after the other.

Cohen entered through the stairwell, while Klein flanked him from the side wall.

Inside the house, Mrs. Sharon's head was bowed, and she seemed somewhat tired. On the table beside her sat a skeleton statue, its thick, snake-like hair appearing soft in the warm light and pink atmosphere.

Gradually, Mrs. Sharon looked at the full-length mirror less and less often, her head bobbing up and down, her eyelids drooping uncontrollably.

The captain distracted Mrs. Sharon in his dream, while Cohen entered the house through the front door.

Klein climbed up the wall out of his teammates' sight, reached into his pocket, and pulled out an insect.

The worm looked like both a worm and a centipede; it was translucent and dotted with tiny white specks of light that flickered on and off.

"I'll need your help later too," Klein whispered, then gently tossed it a short distance away.

Then, he used all his strength to climb up the wall.

Beneath the right glove, the other glove glowed faintly.

The pervasive hunger has the negative effect of requiring the consumption of a living person's soul each day, or it will turn around and consume the user's soul.

However, Klein had already discussed it with Morion, and that Klein would return the gloves to Morion via teleportation after he finished using them.

Although Morion charged him a gold pound, at least after-sales service was included, so Klein wasn't too bothered by the financial loss.

Collecting his thoughts, he exerted force with his hands, flipped himself up to the second floor, leaned against the wall, activated his spiritual vision, and looked into the room through the window in the crimson moonlight.

Mrs. Sharon's bedroom was luxuriously and opulently furnished. It had thick carpets, a spacious interior, velvet duvet covers, a table cluttered with various skincare and cosmetic products, jewels shimmering with different lusters, a half-open walk-in closet, light clothing and stockings casually tossed on a rocking chair, and numerous decorative items inlaid with gold thread.

The most eye-catching thing in the room was an unfinished oil painting, depicting Mrs. Sharon naked. Her brown hair cascaded down her back, and her brown eyes, like those of a deer in the forest, were pure and moist. Yet, her arched eyebrows, upturned eyes, straight nose, and delicate lips also outlined the charm of a mature woman. The two were combined in a contradictory way, yet they exuded an amazing allure.

Klein glanced at it once and quickly looked away, turning his gaze to the main entrance of the room.

He saw the doorknob of Mrs. Sharon's bedroom being turned silently, about to open behind her.

But just then, Klein, who was outside the window, suddenly saw Mrs. Sharon in the chaise lounge, and saw her alluring body and her smiling eyes looking out the window.

Mrs. Sharon was not asleep. She leaned against the window, a faint smile playing on her lips. She looked out the window and raised her hand, smiling as she greeted him.

She's still awake? She wasn't pulled into a dream by the captain!

Klein's mind immediately went into overdrive.

At that moment, Cohenley was about to push open the door as planned and use the mirror in his hand to reflect the image onto Mrs. Sharon.

Klein's heart skipped a beat. Without thinking, he kicked forward with all his might, shattering the window.

The loud noise immediately reached the hallway outside the door and Cohen's ears, making him realize that something was wrong and that he couldn't just rush in so easily.

boom!

The sound of shattering glass echoed in the room, immediately alerting Cohen.

Klein leaped into the room, and a somewhat surreal smell filled his nostrils, making him feel dizzy and causing his body to react.

This is the allure of the "Pleasure Witch".

An invisible allure teased Klein's heart, but he still suppressed that strange feeling and met Mrs. Sharon's gaze. His eyes suddenly became serious and dignified.

Beneath his right glove, a golden layer condensed on the flesh-colored glove, and two golden lightning bolts flowed in his eyes at the same time.

Mental puncture!

As he unleashed the mental piercing, Klein raised his pistol, aimed it at Mrs. Sharon, and pulled the trigger.

There was not a single second of hesitation, not a shred of pity for the woman.

Klein was incredibly lucky today; his casual shooting hit the target right between the eyebrows.

However, Mrs. Sharon suddenly blurred, her body covered with spiderweb-like cracks, turning into a full-length mirror.

The next moment, "Mrs. Sharon" exploded, turning into a pile of mirror shards.

A mirror double!

Klein suddenly realized that his body had become tense and less easily controlled.

The next moment, his hands and feet tightened simultaneously, as if he were being controlled before landing, as if he were entangled by countless invisible threads, imprisoning him in mid-air.

Her graceful silhouette was outlined inch by inch beside the full-length mirror, and Mrs. Sharon, who had somehow already put on her nightgown, appeared before Klein.

She glanced at Klein, then stopped looking into his eyes and stared at his neck, chuckling softly:

"If the statue hadn't happened to be right next to me, I would probably be sleeping soundly now, waiting for you to wake me up with a kiss."

As she spoke, she extended her slender fingers, pointing towards the door, with black flames gathering at her fingertips.

She had already noticed the other person outside the door.

The house was covered in invisible cobwebs, and almost no one would notice them if they didn't look ahead.

Cohen broke several of the stairs while climbing them, revealing his presence and location.

Mrs. Sharon pointed one hand at the door, while a pale blue spear materialized in her other hand, poised to pierce Klein's forehead. At the same time, she uttered provocative words to disturb Klein's concentration.

Klein ignored her, simply tilting his head back forcefully, rubbing his left index and middle fingers together, and then releasing them.

A match, lit by his spirituality, slipped from his finger and fell downwards, instantly burning through the invisible spiderwebs surrounding him.

The silk of the Witch of Pleasure is extremely intolerant of high temperatures.