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

"What should I do next...?"

Moraine tapped his head with a plastic drink bottle, muttering to himself in a bored manner.

We have to do something, right?

come all come...

Moraine turned her head and looked around.

Everywhere there was the power of will, which penetrated the walls and clearly entered Morion's vision.

When he returned from the Synchronization Space last time, he noticed the mask on his face and the power of will that permeated the entire Shibuya.

He felt he could mobilize these wills, but he didn't dare.

In the Iron Collapse, absorbing too much willpower will pollute and alter one's character.

The Pioneers have a star core that can hold their willpower, but he doesn't.

Sure enough, having experienced another version of himself almost being swallowed by the power of will, Morion was certain that he could not absorb this power of will himself.

He almost lost his way after absorbing the power of a ship's wishes. If he were to let that power flow towards him now, he would definitely not be able to accept it.

Returning to the shelf, Moraine took down two kitchen knives, tore open the packaging, and without pulling the knives out of their sheaths, casually stuffed them into her pockets, one on each side.

Then, he took a pack of tissues from the counter, wiped his mouth, put the mask back on his face, and left the convenience store.

Chapter 12 In the name of justice, I will eliminate you.

On the street, Moraine walked aimlessly, relying entirely on her intuition.

He raised his head and looked at the somewhat gloomy sky.

It's almost 9:30 now, so it's normal for it to be dark.

But at this moment, the sky seemed to have been filtered, making it even darker than usual.

Because there is now a "tent" in the sky.

It can be simply understood as a barrier.

There are now four layers of tents here.

However, since he was just passing by, he didn't plan to go to the core area.

"Speaking of which, I remember there seems to be a curse master in Shibuya whose spell is called 'Reversal of Strength and Weakness'."

“If I could find him, I’d really like to fight him,” Morion exclaimed. “I’m really curious what would happen if my spell, which is ‘sending messages’ like the ‘most off-the-beaten-path sorcerer in history,’ encountered someone with ‘reversed strength’.”

It's a pity Moraine couldn't find the other person.

At this point in time, that old man has probably already been dragged somewhere by the main characters and kicked around.

Suddenly, a voice came from above Morion.

"Hey! You masked kid over there, it's dangerous here, you'd better hide!"

"Ok?"

Morien looked up at the sound.

It was a pedestrian bridge, and a middle-aged man in a suit and glasses was standing on the bridge, shouting at Moraine.

The man had black hair and a face that looked like that of a corporate slave, appearing as a pitiful worker who had been suddenly dragged out of bed by his unscrupulous boss in the middle of the night to work.

"Oh, you're an assistant supervisor," Moraine waved happily.

How wonderful, she's a sorcerer with a pitifully low amount of magical power, just like him.

Assistant supervisor Ijichi looked around, then immediately jogged down the rooftop and ran towards Morien.

"Hide quickly! It's dangerous to run around outside."

Moraine immediately understood the situation.

This is because they sensed that he had almost no magical power, and treated him like an ordinary person.

As an assistant supervisor, you have to deal with sorcerers every day, so you should have some discernment.

Yes, after all, according to common sense in this world, with Morion's limited magical power, even if he were a true sorcerer, he would be no different from an ordinary person.

Even seeing the cursed spirits is a struggle.

Even Ijichi, who is the assistant supervisor, could probably handle it easily.

Idi grabbed Morion's arm and pulled him toward the nearby shopping mall.

"Hide quickly!" he warned.

“Ah…but I just came out…” Morion was pulled away by Idizhi without resistance and jogged along with him.

He glanced back at the overpass behind him.

He recalled that in the original story, Ijichi was ambushed on a pedestrian bridge.

Did he save Ichiji's life?

Fortunately, it's already dark, otherwise his first "grand escape against the setting sun" would have been handed over to a man.

Just as he was thinking this, Ijichi dragged him into the mall.

Idizhi kept dragging Morien up to the second floor, and only then did he slow down.

Only then did he realize that Morion's voice had appeared directly in his mind.

"You...you're a sorcerer?"

He released Morion.

“Hmm,” Moraine nodded, “I’d say I’m a level four sorcerer.”

"Level four...no wonder." Ijichi nodded. "Then why don't you leave here?"

"The outer tents here are only for ordinary people."

“I know, but it was too late.” Morion nodded.

Morion knows this.

There are four layers of tents here: two for ordinary people, one for sorcerers, and one for the individual "Gojo Satoru".

When he was just an ordinary person, he was blocked by the outermost tents that were designed for ordinary people.

After awakening his magical power, he kept hiding and didn't have time to leave.

Until about half an hour ago, I entered the shared space and gained some ability to protect myself.

At that moment, he didn't want to leave.

Since we're already here, and we're not without ability, we should at least do something fun.

"It's very dangerous here now, leave immediately," Ichiji advised.

“Then why did you drag me in…” Morion complained.

“Um… I thought you were an ordinary person, after all…” The Japanese’s reserve left Ijichi unsure of what to say.

“After all, I’m really too weak, right?” Morion chuckled.

Ichiji couldn't very well agree, so he simply went along with what was being said.

"so……"

Suddenly, Morion's foot stretched forward, passed between Idris's two feet, and hooked inward.

Ijichi immediately lost his balance and fell backward.

"what?!"

He hadn't expected Moraine to suddenly attack him.

As an assistant supervisor, his combat power was slightly stronger than that of an ordinary person, but it was still limited, and he was completely unable to react to such a sudden attack.

But the next second, a spinning longsword swept past his eyes, barely grazing the spot where his head had just been.

It was a knife without a hilt, the blade was very sharp, and a human hand was growing where the hilt should have been.

thump.

He fell to the ground with a thud, breaking out in a cold sweat.

"Th...thank you," Ijichi stammered.

"You're welcome." Morion looked in the direction from which the longsword had come.

A blond man with a rather relaxed posture walked towards them from that direction.

He was wearing a revealing bodysuit, had a blonde ponytail, and six purple inverted triangle tattoos under his eyes.

"Ah, found him, one in a suit," the blond guy said in a drawn-out, effeminate voice, "and another one with very little magical power, is he a newly awakened sorcerer?"

"so good."

He grinned.

"I'm definitely best at bullying the weak and fearing the strong."

It is the curse master, Haruta Shigemitsu.

In the original story, it was he who ambushed Ijichi, and chronologically speaking, he should indeed be here.

It seems that they saw Idris dragging Morion into hiding not far away.

Morien stepped to the edge of the second-floor corridor and looked down at Haruta Shigemitsu, who was standing on the first floor.

"Huh? You're not going to run away? I even threw my weapon out, now's the best time to escape." Haruta Shigemitsu stood on the first floor, making a megaphone shape with his hand, and shouted with a smile to the second floor.

He wanted to play a game of cat and mouse.

He wanted to see the two of them have their Achilles tendons severed by him while they were frantically trying to escape.

But Morion ignored him, simply pulling two kitchen knives from his pocket, his left hand hanging naturally, and his right hand aimed at Haruta Shigemura.

"Oh? So you're going to be a partner of justice?" Haruta Shigemitsu still had a wicked smile on his face.

“What’s the point of that?” Morion’s voice popped into his head, startling him.