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

Moraine is like a song on her own, harmonious enough, but she would seem out of place in a large ensemble.

This is a situation that shouldn't exist in Pinocchio; entering a dream means joining this "concert."

But Morion didn't know why, even though he wasn't fully contained within the dream, he could move freely in the dream as if he felt nothing at all.

Logically speaking, only...

Thinking of this, the robin looked away.

The family has always been tolerant, so she wouldn't say anything to Morion.

After all, after a simple check of safety, they were even able to allow a star core that could explode at any moment to roam around in their dreams.

As the Robin siblings left, Star looked at Morion again.

At this moment, Xing suddenly showed an expression of realization.

When I first saw Moraine, I was so dizzy that I didn't notice her, but now that I look at her, she seems somewhat familiar.

“Aren’t you that…that thing?” she pointed at Morion.

“What?” Morion asked gently.

Xingyi darted to Morien's side and took out her phone.

"May I take a photo with you?" she asked politely.

“Of course.” Morion maintained his Otto-like smile and nodded slightly.

Xing raised her phone, turned on selfie mode, and pointed it at Morien and herself.

Moraine raised her left hand and made a peace sign.

Xing also made the same gesture.

"eggplant!"

Click.

The shutter clicked.

Xing quickly edited the information.

soon.

A group photo was posted in the "Starry Sky Train Family" group.

Then, she tagged Walter Young.

"Uncle Yang, is this the one you were talking about?"

"The dangerous one?" She started typing in front of Morion, not caring at all about Morion looking at her phone next to her.

"?"

Walter quickly replied with a question mark.

"!"

Then there is an exclamation mark.

"What's your name?" Xing turned to look at Morion.

Morion chuckled and replied:

“My name is… Otto Apocalypse.”

“He said his name was Otto Apocalypse,” Xing continued texting.

"Where are you?!" Walter's message came quickly.

"Where are we now?" Xing continued, turning to ask Morion.

“This is the entrance to the ‘Golden Hour’,” Moraine explained gently.

Xing immediately gave the address.

"Keep an eye on him!"

I've come to find you!

"Take care of yourself!"

Walter sent three messages in a row.

Xing responded with a "Pam OK" emoji.

Those are emojis from the "Train Conductor Series" of the Starry Sky Train, featuring an adorable lop-eared rabbit.

After sending the message, Xing put away her phone and stared at Morien.

"So, you're going to be spying on me from now on?" Morion asked with a smile.

Xing nodded:

"Uncle Yang told me to follow you."

"Is that how you understand it?" Morion chuckled.

"Aren't you a guide?" Xing asked, her face full of confusion.

The famous sage of the Star Train, March 7th, once proposed a theory:

Whenever the pioneers of the train arrived at a new map, the first person they met was always special, someone who held a great secret.

When Xing opened her eyes this time, the first person she saw was Morion.

Therefore, she concluded that Morion had a big secret and believed that Morion was a special NPC acting as a guide here.

“A guide? Me?” Morion pointed to himself, then chuckled. “You want me to show you around here?”

"Mmm." Xing continued to nod.

Uncle Yang told her to keep an eye on Mori, which probably means he wants Mori to take her out and have fun.

Seeing the certainty in Xing's eyes, Morion thought for a moment and nodded:

"Okay, then I'll show you around here."

Since she's said so, Morion will take her out to have some fun.

Hmm... it shouldn't affect Eriol's script.

After all, there weren't many words in the script that Eriol gave to Firefly.

Moraine believed He was a good screenwriter, capable of improvising.

"Let's go then, I'll take you to some nice places to visit."

"Okay, okay," Xing nodded.

Morion took a step forward, and Xing casually followed.

After taking a few steps, several moths fell off his body and flew back to where the two had been standing, where they began to sculpt themselves.

The moths first turned into two golden feathers, and then into two people, one golden and one gray.

That's what Morion and Star look like.

The two stood there, seemingly talking about something.

Moraine believed this would certainly bring a big surprise to Walter Young, who arrived later.

"By the way, do you know Uncle Yang?" Xing asked curiously.

“Walter Yang?” Morion’s smile widened.

"Of course I know him."

He turned his head to look at the stars.

"Since you're so curious, let me tell you about Walter's childhood."

"Uncle Yang's childhood story?!" Xing's eyes lit up immediately.

"Hmm." Morion casually remarked as he led Xing on a stroll through the dream world, "Walter was quite the chuunibyou kid for a while when he was younger."

“Next, I’m going to tell you a story about ‘Power, Home, and Ideal’.” Morion smiled, regardless of whether it was Walter’s own story.

They're all "Walter" anyway, so there's no difference.

A few minutes later.

Moraine smiled with satisfaction as she looked at Xing, who was holding a newly bought hot dog and muttering words like "destiny" and "transcendence."

Soon, Xing raised her head again.

After chatting for so long, Xing began to become curious about Morion's way of speaking.

“Speaking of which, the way you speak is quite unique,” ​​Xing asked.

"Oh? You mean this?"

"I've gotten used to not speaking. But if I really have to speak, I can do that too."

"Can I learn it?" Xing asked directly.

Moraine blinked.

“Haha, you’re the first person to openly express their desire to learn this,” Moraine replied with a laugh.

Most people he had met in the past were either used to this kind of ability or were afraid of his specialness and dared not ask him questions.

It's rare to see someone as outspoken as Xing.

“Because I’m a gray-haired little mute,” Xing replied.

“I see.” Morion’s smile widened. “That’s really interesting.”

"This is innate, and it's probably very difficult for you to learn."

“However, I think the company’s research department might have similar small inventions. You can look for them in the company’s online store,” Moraine suggested.

Xing seemed to be deep in thought.

At that moment, Moraine's ears twitched slightly as he heard the burst of insect offspring not far away.

Walter had seen through the insect offspring's disguise and began frantically searching for the star.