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

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Originally, Moraine only thought that she could get a new "face" and "body" here, and at most a new set of clothes.

But unexpectedly, you can even customize something as intangible as "temperament" here.

When Morion submitted the reference image, he had the air of someone who fantasizes about Otto, and unexpectedly, the barber was actually able to shave it for him.

In Moraine's view, of the fools he saw in the "World's End" tavern a couple of days ago, 99% of fools couldn't change their temperament at the same time as they changed their appearance.

“I really underestimated Pinocchio,” he said with a smile.

Even a random roadside barbershop is full of hidden talents.

Moraine suspects that the face-changing hair salons are largely responsible for the fact that stowaways can often hide inside Pinocchio without being detected.

They smuggle themselves in, find a barbershop to get a new face and a new look, and then nobody can find them.

He's a top-tier mole.

However, there might be plainclothes security officers in barbershops who are specifically tasked with arresting illegal immigrants.

At least Moraine verified Moraine's identity before the face swap was performed; he had to see Moraine's room key or dream passport before the face swap could begin.

"Alright, sir, here's your dream passport." The barber swiped the card, jogged back with the passport, and returned it to Morion.

"You can change your appearance at any time; with just a thought, you can switch between your current face and your original face."

"Like this."

The hairdresser thoughtfully changed three faces as a demonstration.

"Can you turn into a mahjong head?" Moraine asked curiously, "like the Imperial Jade Tablet from the Immortal Ship."

"Hmm...okay, but it will take a little time to make some minor adjustments," the barber replied after thinking for a moment.

"Do you need me to add another mahjong face for you?"

“No need, thank you.” Morion shook his head and reached out to take the Dream Passport.

"Okay." He took the passport and tucked it into the small breast pocket of his suit jacket, just like he would a business card.

After doing all that, he turned and left the barbershop.

Today is the day before the start of the Harmonious Music Ceremony, which is also the day the Starry Sky Train will arrive.

He deliberately changed his face so he could go and have some fun with them.

A white moth landed on Morion's shoulder.

The babbling insects are meme-like life forms that have no physical form; they can only be seen but not touched.

However, in this dream world, they can appear in the form of "material" objects and can land directly on Morion without worrying about clipping through the model.

This was originally a "backup plan" that Moriarty had hidden in his role.

If the barber couldn't quite sculpt Morion's face properly, he would use the Whispering Devourer to slightly obscure the flaws and conceal them, using their influence on the mind, memory, and emotions to give Morion the same aura and feeling as Otto.

But now it seems completely unnecessary.

"You should change your color," Moraine suggested. "Gold might look better."

Although Otto doesn't seem to have the habit of carrying moths around, changing it to a gold color would always be better.

The babbling insect flapped its wings, and its color gradually changed, turning golden.

Moraine nodded in satisfaction.

"Yes, that's right."

More than half an hour later.

Moraine, holding a bottle of soda and sucking on a straw, wandered aimlessly down the streets of "Golden Hour".

Although he knew the nameless guest would come today, he didn't know when the guest would arrive.

After all, he neither had the script of a Star Core Hunter nor the incredible luck of getting whatever he wanted from Sand Gold, so he could only rely on chance encounters.

Just then, Moraine spotted a familiar figure.

A silver figure flashed through the alley, followed by several security guards who hurried over.

“Oh,” Morion exclaimed, “she’s managed to make herself a wanted criminal.”

Morion looked in that direction.

Those are fireflies.

Morion knew she would make herself a wanted criminal, waiting for the Trail Blazers to come to her rescue.

“So the train is indeed arriving soon.” Morion turned and walked towards the grand square of “Golden Hour.”

That's where Pioneer Star landed when she first came to the dream world. She will then transform into a shooting star and perform the angry and ferocious scene of a king descending from the sky.

But as soon as Morion turned around, he suddenly noticed that there was another person following behind the security guards.

He looked like an older man with brown hair and a somewhat dejected expression, as if he hadn't woken up properly. His first impression was that he looked like a homeless person, but he was dressed neatly, in a bartender's uniform with a red bow tie and a stubble beard.

Morion looked at him from behind, and he felt Morion's gaze, so he subconsciously turned around and looked at Morion.

Their eyes met in mid-air.

However, as soon as he met Morion's gaze, his expression suddenly turned somewhat unpleasant.

He is Gallagher, who claims to be the sheriff of the hound family, and some ordinary hound family members do believe this.

But actually, he isn't.

He is a fictional creation, a character fabricated in a dream by fragments of cognition from 52 "family" members through a "mysterious" power.

This is somewhat similar to a phantom species created using willpower, but it is also different.

Everyone knows that the Phantom Species are "creations," things that didn't originally exist. They need attention, they need willpower, they need to be known.

But the mysterious creations are different; they don't need attention or approval, they need "belief".

Once a falsehood is exposed, it loses its basis for existence.

If Gallagher's identity is exposed here, he will face his own death.

Looking into Morion's eyes, Gallagher did indeed sense "death" for a moment.

At this moment, Gallagher was certain that Moraine had absolutely seen through his identity.

But Morion just drank his soda and looked at him with a grin.

“Are you afraid of me? Calm down, don’t worry, just do what you want to do.” Morion raised his glass in a gesture of respect.

After a few seconds of eye contact, Gallagher looked away and turned to follow the direction of the firefly.

Morion bit the straw again and continued walking towards the square.

Chapter 119 First Encounter with the Pioneer Star (6200 words)

The dream pool bounced and bounced, and the pioneer opened his eyes.

She dreamt that the Harmonious Music Ceremony was tomorrow...

The gray-haired girl, who was entering the dream for the first time, opened her eyes to find herself flying in the sky, falling from the sky, breaking through the wind, and plummeting downwards at an angle.

The fierce wind that came from the sky made it hard for her to open her eyes, but she still subconsciously opened them wide and looked at her surroundings with a somewhat blank expression.

Below are dazzling skyscrapers, surrounded by a hazy, gray sky.

Flying through the air, creating gusts of air, was a feeling she had never experienced before, which made her quite happy.

Nothing is more enjoyable than experiencing something for the first time, and that's what pioneering is all about.

The girl spread her arms wide, experiencing the feeling of falling from the sky and flying, while looking around.

She noticed that the sky was gray, with darker clouds floating around her.

She instinctively reached out to touch it.

"Huh? Clouds?"

But in just a moment, she passed through at an extremely fast speed, falling towards the ground at an ever-increasing pace.

As she watched the ground get closer and closer, she finally panicked and began to thrash about in mid-air like a drowning fish.

"Eh...uh...ah!"

As the ground drew closer, she gave up struggling and closed her eyes.

Is this what death feels like?

Looking back on my eventful life...

"I never imagined I'd die here, in a dream world." Xing looked up at the starry sky at a 45-degree angle, tears streaming down her face. Scenes flashed before her eyes, "Back then, during the Twilight War..."

"What are you so sad about? And is this really your memory? You're just replaying it on a screen?"

"Huh?" Xing opened her eyes and found that she hadn't actually fallen to the ground.

What a pity, she wanted to recreate Yamcha's classic defeat CG...

She had even gotten into position.

"what happened?"

She turned her head and saw that she was being held in the hand of a blond man.

"Oh, a wild raccoon." Xing suddenly heard a voice in her mind, "Since I've found it, it's mine."

Moraine smiled and shook the star in her hand.

"Thank God for the blessing."

Xing tilted her head, looked up at Morion, blinked, and remained motionless.

"Ok?"

Morion shook her in confusion, but she didn't react at all.