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

Fireworks only briefly pulled him out of the surface of the dream and into a deeper layer of it.

Before long, he will return to his original position.

Moraine seemed to have escaped gravity, floating in mid-air in a state of weightlessness, lost in thought.

Ah... Fireworks are still so easily startled...

However, after spending a few days together, he got used to it.

He looked around.

Fireworks brought him here; it seems he'll have to figure out how to get to Liumeng Reef himself.

But... what could he do?

Just as I was thinking, a dark-colored monster descended from the ceiling.

It looks like a long worm with five equally long claws, four of which are its limbs and the fifth is its head. Its head looks like a claw with an eyeball in the middle, and eyes appear on the surface of its body.

Before its claw-like head, the purple eye turned and looked at Morion, who was in a state of weightlessness.

This is a memory realm meme, and its name is very long: "What Heads Towards Death".

Memories are entities containing specific cognitions, formed by the accumulation of subconscious fragments within the memory domain.

The concept of "death" is embodied in this meme.

It roams throughout the twelve hours, and legend has it that wherever it goes, misfortune will follow, spreading bad news with sharp blades and casting a shadow of death over beautiful dreams.

Morion noticed the commotion behind him, and when he turned around, he immediately saw the meme.

But Morion wasn't scared at all; he smiled and greeted the other person.

"Oh, it's you."

Good evening, Mianmian.

This meme actually has a cute nickname: "Mianmian". Its main task is to transport people between the surface dream and the Dream Reef.

Its personality is completely opposite to its appearance; it is very docile and can even be affectionate, somewhat like a puppy.

It suffers from severe separation anxiety. It was usually cared for by Galah. Later, when Galah disappeared because her lies were exposed, it kept trying to find Galah. It was captured by others, locked in a cage, and beaten every day.

Looking at Morion, Mianmian seemed surprised that this person who had fallen from the surface of the dream would know her.

Its claw-like mouth trembled slightly, making a sound.

"Good...good...good..."

"uh-huh."

Morien gave a soft hum, maintaining the feeling of weightlessness, and reached out to touch it.

*Pfft*

A sharp purple blade pierced his chest from back to front.

The blue "blood" composed of memory matter suddenly exploded and splattered onto the opposite wall.

What ran through Morion was Sleepy's tail.

"Ugh...it hurts a little..." Morion watched the blade emerge from his chest, but he didn't panic.

He tilted his head back and looked at Mianmian behind him.

"I don't know if there will be a next time, but could you please be a little gentler when you teleport me next time?"

He asked.

Although it may seem unbelievable, this is indeed how Mianmian helps people travel between the two dream worlds.

In the form of "death".

Before he could say more, Morion's body exploded, turning into memory matter that completely disintegrated.

Mianmian moved her head, tilting it to one side, as if she were somewhat puzzled.

As a memory realm meme based on the concept of "death," it doesn't actually feel that this method is anything "ungentle."

Wasn't that killing him instantly? He didn't even feel much pain.

Moreover, this has already been improved. In the past, the method used was hanging, and the person being transported would have to hang in mid-air for a long time, kicking their legs.

If you can't figure it out, then stop thinking about it.

With a flick of its tail, Mianmian created a crack in mid-air and burrowed back into it.

Meanwhile, in the surface dream.

Hanabi looked at Morion, who had disappeared after she fired a shot at him, and blew on the muzzle of her toy gun.

"The heretics have been eradicated," she said with a smile.

Then she jumped off the chair, went to Morion's seat, and picked up the bag Morion had placed on the chair next to her.

Inside are the tokens Morion just won.

"Hehe, since you won't need this in the deep dream realm anyway, then Lady Hanabi will spend it for you," Hanabi said with a grin.

"Consider this your payment to me."

"Hmm...and..." She suddenly rolled her eyes, got up from her seat, and went to the window to get a bottle of ketchup.

"Jie Jie Jie."

She smiled, took the ketchup closer to the table, and muttered to herself:

"You know what? Your fries thought you were going to save them before they were completely soaked in ketchup!"

"Jie Jie Jie."

…………

Slowly opening her eyes, Morion looked around.

A gloomy environment, old houses, dark and narrow streets, and garbage bags lying everywhere...

He appeared here after being "killed" by Mianmian.

This was his destination, Liumeng Reef.

Moraine felt that the surrounding environment was somewhat similar to the slums she had seen in the mysterious world.

However, because the times are relatively advanced, the environment here doesn't look so backward.

So it's a slightly more advanced slum.

Soon, he found a plaque.

It was written on it in words that were already somewhat worn away:

Sleeping city.

So that must be the name of the city.

tick tock...tick tock...

He heard the sound of water dripping onto the ground.

Looking to the side, there was a dilapidated water pipe that looked old and in disrepair, with water constantly dripping onto the ground.

Biologists believe that keeping the ground constantly moist is how water pipes mark territory.

Just like a puppy.

Moraine didn't bother the plumber and started strolling around the street.

Far removed from the glamorous surface of the dream, Liumeng Reef appears backward and gloomy, but this contrast has a unique charm.

This contrast has also given rise to a unique custom.

Trash can culture.

"Sir, please wait a moment, allow me to introduce my faith to you."

"The great King of Buckets, the God of Buckets who protects thousands of buckets."

Moraine was called to a stop.

At a corner, a man stopped Moraine.

He was wearing a not-so-clean suit, standing next to a silver trash can, and stopped Moraine who was passing by, rambling on about the god he believed in.

He calls himself "the messenger of the barrel".

From his mouth, the god of barrels poured out across the universe, nine thousand eyes gleaming over thirty thousand barrels and sixty thousand arms. His power prevented the barrels from rusting, and his gaze brought life to the inorganic world.

"King of Buckets, Compassionate Heart, Garbage Rusts."

“I feel your description might provoke the bountiful people,” Moraine kindly reminded him.

Upon hearing this, the bucket's envoy paused, slightly embarrassed.

"Uh... In our doctrine, the Star God is just an incarnation of the Bucket King, so it's normal for them to have similarities!"

This has now angered the fanatical followers of all the star gods.

The man continued to try and proselytize Moraine.

"Do you see this iron bucket next to me? This is the Bucket King's sacred object on earth, the rusted divine body of Him before He embarked on His destiny as the 'Bucket'."

"As long as you sincerely believe in the Bucket King, any wish you have will be granted, and all your illnesses will be cured. Even just touching this iron bucket will bring you good luck."

"Everyone is actually a bucket, just with a human body on top. When you embark on the path of becoming an iron bucket, you will shed your disguise and reveal your true self."

Moraine nodded, seemingly lost in thought.

"What prevents you from transcending is the evil thing called money. All the misfortunes you have encountered stem from this poisonous curse."

"So the Bucket King descended to earth, and as long as you put money into this iron bucket, he will bear the corresponding suffering for you."

“Really? That’s interesting.” Morion looked at the bucket’s messenger with a smile.

"I am very willing to believe what you say."

The man immediately smiled.

"So……"