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

A man walked in through the main entrance of the building.

The man had an ordinary, unremarkable appearance; one could easily forget him after a glance.

“The Twins of Order are already aware of the discord within ‘Morion’,” Gopher said.

"Maintaining discord in a dream of harmony. One who can do this but is not a messenger, is either a dreamless person or a false thing."

Which one do you think he is?

Chapter 129 Fooling (Bonus Chapter for the Alliance Leader)

"Now that you know, there's no need to pretend you don't." The man walked into the room, smiling as he touched his face.

His figure and face changed rapidly; the ordinary face faded, revealing Moraine's face, which had been layered with charm many times over.

He was wearing the same wizard robes he had worn when he first entered the dream, with a pointed wizard hat on his head, but no mask on his profile.

“You are almost omniscient in this dream world, which is why you know my plans,” Morion said with a chuckle. “In that case, you should know very well that you will die here.”

"What stands before you now is merely a decree; the real Gopher Wood is long dead." Gopher Wood squinted, a warm smile on his face.

"I am not afraid of death as long as I can fulfill my long-cherished wish."

Moraine gave him a thumbs up.

"I admire your decisiveness; it seems we have a tacit understanding."

He lowered his hand, took two steps forward, and looked at the insect eggs above his head.

“Elio was never omniscient or omnipotent; he was just ‘going against the tide.’”

“My future is his past, and all futures are actually his personal experiences, which is why he can make accurate predictions.”

"But this prophecy is not perfect, and what he can do, as one of the many incarnations of the Last King, is certainly far inferior to the real end."

Morion turned his head and looked at Gopher.

"If everything I do at this moment is unknown to anyone in the future, then even Elio will have no way of seeing it."

Pleasure possesses an unpredictable and chaotic nature, which is one of the reasons why Elio recruited Silver Wolf.

Every practitioner of "joy" experiences this unpredictability; the only difference lies in the degree.

When it comes to the interference of fate, some of them shine as brightly as a star, while others may not even be as powerful as a paramecium.

As the Masked Fool, Moraine naturally possesses the same qualities.

However, his chaotic nature is not manifested in his physical body, but in the synchronous space.

Each entry into the synchronization space is a disturbance to fate.

He didn't know exactly how much of his future Elio could see, but he was very clear that every time he entered and exited the synchronization space, Elio would see at least one more script about the future.

He experienced a synchronization after entering the dream, and before and after this synchronization, there were two completely different futures for Elio.

but.

If this future is kept hidden, then even Elio will have no way of predicting it.

“I’m already on his watch list, so there needs to be another me, a me who ‘is not out of the script’s control,’” Moraine revealed the answer.

"The Fool in the Mask took off his mask, letting... no, it was him, letting him come back to life and take his place," Gophermu explained Morion's actions.

"Then, you went to find that fictional historian and asked him to create a new identity for you."

"A hairdresser in a dream."

He raised his hands and clapped gently.

"Your mask makes everyone believe it's you, but the real you has arrived here quietly."

“No, I didn’t stay quiet,” Moraine denied with a laugh. “I walked around right under everyone’s noses.”

“This is unnecessary and could expose you,” the dreamer gently reminded him. “Of course, this is hindsight.”

“I can tell you’re very proud of this.”

"As a masked fool, I fooled most of the people who saw me, fooled the inevitable end, and finally, fooled myself."

Shouldn't I be proud?

"Of course, that's your prerogative."

"[The words of a fool begin with folly and end with wicked arrogance.]" Moraine chuckled. "That's what you yourselves said."

He sighed as he said this.

"However, I probably couldn't fake it perfectly."

"Ranba calls the other me 'Masked Ninja,' so it seems he's sensed something."

"Don't you think her perception is a bit too outrageous?" Morion said casually, as if he and Gopher were old friends chatting.

“Intuition has always been the most enviable quality of the [Hunter] walkers,” Gopher Wood replied with the same sentiment.

He looked up, also at the cocoon, pondered for a long time, and then spoke:

“I don’t think that will fool the End, but I know you definitely have plans I can’t see,” Gopher said.

"You say I am almost omniscient and omnipotent in my dreams, but with you, I can only see the surface; I have no way of knowing your deeper secrets."

"However... judging from the current situation, you have probably succeeded."

“Yes,” Moraine nodded, “I’m very pleased.”

"It seems this trip wasn't in vain."

Gopher Wood nodded, took a step forward.

"Then go and pick what you need."

"I will envelop this dream world in your domain."

"Then go and do what you desire."

Gopherwood spread its arms, and a ghostly blue flame ignited around it.

He burned himself to ashes in the flames, leaving behind only a decree.

"The gods have given us heavenly fire, and also divine trials. Let them exist, for we are all mortals, born to love and to suffer."

The flames burned through the cocoon, and a set of silver mechs fell out.

Looking at the iron cavalry in front of him, Morion stretched out his index and middle fingers and interlocked them in front of his chest. Behind him, six large hands were spread out, forming the shapes of a "cocoon," "wings," and "head."

"Expanding the Domain, Filling the Mayfly's Dream".

Chapter 130 Breaking the Dream (Bonus Chapter for the Alliance Leader)

At the same moment Morion completed the expansion of his domain, a large, dark blue hand broke open the stained-glass window of the church and reached inside.

It burned with the flames of memory matter, gently touching the spherical outer shell of the domain.

In an instant, the domain was ignited.

Looking down at the Grammer cavalry before him, Moraine smiled condescendingly.

"It's a pity my mask isn't here, otherwise I could wear similar clothes to yours."

"We can probably be considered enemies and foes of the same origin in some sense."

Moraine sensed that the outer shell of her domain was thinning, gradually merging into the dream itself.

The dream master is this dream itself; he wants the realm to become the foundation of the dream, then this mayfly's beautiful dream will be unstoppable.

A golden light shone from the chest of the iron-clad rider in front of Morion, and the star core resonated with this area.

An inverted ocean unfolds atop this giant oak tree, while the starry sky replaces the ground beneath one's feet.

The laws, the star core, and Morion's own abilities.

Under the combined effect of these three factors, at this moment, the locust plague of yesteryear reappeared in my dream.

A tremendous chirping sound arose from the other end of the giant oak tree.

Those were a large number of true hibernating insects.

"Perhaps I should say something now." He looked down at the iron cavalry in front of him.

But he couldn't say anything, and all he got in response was a mechanical voice.

Command: Tear apart.

Flames erupted from the back of the black armor, propelling her toward Morion.

"Is that how you charged at the mother insect? That's admirable."

Morion stretched out a hand, fingers spread, towards the iron cavalry ahead.

A 10-meter-long space beetle shot out of the air and drew a circle in front of Morion's palm.

Behind Moraine, another circle unfolded simultaneously.

Unable to brake in mid-air, the motorcycle passed through the circle in an instant.

After flying five or six meters, the iron cavalry finally came to an abrupt halt. She turned around sharply, assumed a stance as if the knight was about to kick her, raised her leg and kicked, then descended from the sky.

But just as she descended halfway down, she was bitten by a huge mouth.

A giant ant appeared beneath her, sprang upwards the instant she passed over her head, and bit her.

This ant is over five meters tall and over twenty meters long. Its carapace is black with red cracks that flow with a lava-like color.

“Doing this might make you uncomfortable, after all, it means you’ll die in the midst of a swarm of insects.” Morion didn’t turn his head, but just looked up at the True Stinger insects that were gradually approaching from a distance.

These true hibernating insects multiply rapidly in mid-air, but within seconds, the newly split true hibernating insects suddenly disintegrate, turning into tiny insects that fall gracefully from the sky.

boom!

The ant suddenly burst open.

It exploded.

A restraint that costs one's life possesses almost the highest effectiveness.