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

"Divine power to sever the world, divine power to be benevolent? Gods, here and now, you need only listen quietly!"

"All things grow naturally. When they reach their end, humanity, too, should be entrusted to human hands!"

No sooner had He finished speaking than a discordant voice broke in.

A series of doors opened from behind the back of God's head, and Moraine stepped out.

"Are you still watching the cutscenes? Why don't you just start fighting?"

While he waited for the circuit breaker to end, they started chatting on the battlefield.

If he hadn't known for certain that there was such a dialogue in the story, he would have thought that the two sides in the war were waiting for him.

On Sunday, God looked down at the train crew, not turning back to look at Moraine, the uninvited guest.

Morion then reached out and conjured a sapphire out of thin air.

boom!

A loud popping sound rang out.

With a flick of his finger, the radiance stone was launched at supersonic speed, growing larger than a rockery in mid-air before crashing into the back of God's head with its initial velocity.

Pyroxene Magic: Stone Throwing Mountain.

But God did not dodge or flinch, letting the artificial hill hit the back of his head and explode with a bang. The huge shockwave pushed Moraine, who was floating in mid-air, backward.

On the Sunday, God raised his hand, and the little golden figures surrounding Him clapped their hands, flew upward, and fell into His palm, summoning a burst of golden light.

"The work of all creation is finished; the day of no doubt has come."

"The embryo of philosophy reshapes the universe and all things for us!"

In an instant, the world changed color.

"There are no more gods here; the one who created this paradise is the [King of Man]!"

On Sunday, the god folds his arms, like a sleeping infant, with a mysterious Dharma wheel beginning to rotate behind him.

In an instant.

Everyone present felt a peculiar sensation descend upon them.

This is pressure from the level of destiny.

It resembles order yet is not order, it resembles pioneering yet is not pioneering.

At this moment, what stood before them was no longer a man, but the newborn Holy Infant.

The voice of the Holy Infant echoed between heaven and earth.

This is the first true word spoken by the Holy Infant to pave his destiny.

"[Order] is inherently flawed; by this decree, it shall be eradicated!"

“Be careful, he’s creating a destiny unlike any he’s ever seen before…” Walter warned, his face filled with shock.

Morion clasped his hands together, wanting to expand the domain a second time.

But this time, he failed.

This dreamscape is, at this moment, the "realm" of the Holy Infant, the "narrow passage of fate" that has not yet taken shape.

Morion had no chance of pulling the Holy Infant into the domain, and his spirituality told him that if he dared to expand the domain, its outer shell would shatter the instant it was expanded.

thump! thump!

Moraine felt her heart beating very fast.

but……

Is the reason for not expanding the domain simply because of concerns about its shattering?

That's... the mindset of a loser!

"Domain Deployment!"

The inverted sea appears in the air, sometimes visible, sometimes hidden.

This is a feeling I've experienced once in a deep dream!

With the help of the dream master, he once integrated the outer shell of the realm into the dream.

This feeling was so intense that he could recreate it on his own!

Open domain!

Since the Holy Infant wouldn't enter his domain, he would open his domain in reality.

However, even with the home-field advantage of his domain, his "guaranteed hit" effect still failed to cause any significant impact on the Holy Infant.

Despite being on the path of "birth," Moraine was unable to transform it into a swarm.

But that's only to be expected.

Morion couldn't even slow down the speed at which He created His destiny, so opening a domain would probably only make Him a background character.

However, Moraine did not feel that her field was completely useless.

At least... at least...

Ok……

At least his professional background is quite impressive.

It would probably sell for 198 in the game.

The chanting of the Holy Infant continued.

A golden light flashed from His body, and He loosened His embracing hands, and His magnificent voice once again resounded between heaven and earth.

That was the Holy Infant's second mantra.

"[Memory] vanishes in an instant; by this decree, sever it!"

"Don't even think about it! Lazarina sacrificed her life to protect the past of the beautiful dream!" The pink-haired archer girl from the train crew, March 7, drew her bow and nocked an arrow made of solid ice, which flew towards the Holy Infant.

Unfortunately, her attack failed to break through the defense.

The Holy Infant slowly stretched out his hands, and the third mantra fell.

"【Hunting】only brings more suffering; by this decree, it shall be stopped!"

"But Tiernan's bullets are still protecting today's beautiful dream." Dan Heng, a guard on the train crew, held a long spear and thrust it towards the face on the Holy Infant's chest, but it was blocked by an invisible barrier by only an inch.

The Holy Infant raised his hands and head, and the fourth mantra was uttered.

"[Nothingness] is utterly annihilated; by this decree, it shall be completely eradicated!"

“But the watchmaker’s will will never be worn away!” Walter raised his cane, and a huge black hole appeared in front of the Holy Infant, but this gravity seemed to be non-existent to the Holy Infant.

The Holy Infant's body shone brightly, and He raised His hands high, as the fifth mantra descended.

"[The pioneers] know it is impossible, but respectfully obey this decree and sever it!"

“Even so, Mikhail believes in tomorrow.” Himeko opened her suitcase, and the scorching railgun fired forward, but just like the previous attacks, this time the damage was completely blocked.

"[Breeding] is self-inflicted; by this decree, it shall be eradicated!"

Is this any of my business?

Morion, who had just flown back to the battlefield, was taken aback.

Should I say something too?

Thankfully, the spell's fusion effect ended, otherwise he would have been muted by now.

"What are you babbling about? Take this elbow!"

Moraine conjured the Hydra hammer in his hand and slammed it down.

Good! No wonder you're a graduate in sorcery.

I don't care about this or that.

His attack did hit its mark.

The guaranteed hit effect caused Morion's hammer to strike the Holy Infant, but the damage appeared to be approximately 0.

The damage wasn't dealt because he wasn't blocked by the barrier and got too close. When the golden wave rippled out again, Morion was blasted away once more.

"Gulp! This isn't right!"

As Morion was spun and sent flying, all the mantras of the Holy Infant had already fallen.

"I command with a flawless symphony!" He raised his hands high, and two lines of golden tears streamed down his face.

"Recreate the Paradise!"

But at that very moment, feathers fell from the sky, and songs echoed in everyone's ears.

That was the song of the robin, the sister of the Holy Infant.

The Holy Infant was momentarily dazed.

Robin, it's you singing...

He looked up at the sky and saw a girl with pure white wings floating in the air beneath the upside-down ocean.

“Now, it’s time to become the new [Watchmaker].” Xing spoke softly, her voice reaching the ears of everyone present.

In the inverted sea above, a phantom train bursts forth, piercing the sky.

Xing raised his hand and pointed to the sky, and the train in the sky immediately rushed down, leaving a trail as it hurtled towards the face of the Holy Infant.

At that moment, time seemed to stand still.

In a daze, Moraine saw Sunday.

He was wearing a well-fitting suit, with a hoop at the back of his head, and white earrings swaying gently behind his ears.

His hands seemed to be wrapped in thorns, and tears streamed down his face.

"So...why does life...sleep?"

The two stood face to face, and Sunday's voice reached Morion's ears.

He seemed to still harbor resentment.