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

She noticed.

Her powerful instincts as an assassin made her instinctively sense that Morion was unusual.

This further fueled her desire to "hunt".

If she didn't have a mission to complete, she would never have let such a good opportunity slip by...

“No, I don’t mind at all.” Morion’s answer took Elsa by surprise, and she didn’t even pay attention to Morion’s way of speaking at first.

"What did you say?" Elsa stopped turning around, her face slightly flushed as she looked at Morion.

Not far away, Subaru Natsuki felt a chill.

Why can you guys talk about something like gutting out as casually as "inviting friends for grilled sausages"?

"But unfortunately..."

Moraine lifted her shirt, revealing her stomach.

With a gentle stroke and lift of the fingers on the stomach, the skin is peeled back, revealing the empty interior.

"What a pity, I'm empty inside."

Of course, that's impossible.

Even though Morion possesses normal human organs.

Morion transformed his internal organs into a swarm of insects and hid them, then exposed his abdominal cavity, wanting to see Elsa's expression.

"Oh my~." Elsa cupped her cheek in one hand, her expression changing slightly.

Unfortunately, Morion's expectant expression did not appear.

“I don’t believe it,” Elsa said. “If I could, I’d rather open it myself and see for myself.”

“I see, I understand.” Morion put down the skin and clothes. “It’s like opening a gift. No matter what’s inside the gift box, even if the box is empty, you feel an indescribable sense of satisfaction when you open it yourself.”

"Wow, you understand me so well? It's making my heart flutter a little." Elsa made a shy expression.

She wasn't lying; she had developed a strong interest in Morion, to the point that it wouldn't be an exaggeration to say she was smitten.

I really want to see his intestines...

Even if he really didn't, just to be honest, seeing him writhing in pain on the ground would probably be quite a sight...

Moraine saw the power of will emanating from Elsa.

“Haha…” Morion laughed instead, “Your expression right now reminds me of another little guy.”

"It's a little mosquito I raised. Every time it tries to suck my blood, it makes a similar expression to yours right now."

Chapter 134 The Stolen Goods Warehouse (Taking a half-chapter leave today)

What are those two talking about?! Natsuki Subaru felt like his head was about to explode.

His breathing became rapid, and his heart was pounding in his throat.

There's just too much information! I can't process it all!

He only came to one conclusion.

Neither of them are normal people.

People who willingly peel off their skin can't be very normal, right?

Elsa was standing right next to him, which put him under immense pressure.

Until now, they've all been resurrected through "return from the dead," but this time it might not be so...

Ultimately, why would anyone believe that the ability to "return from death" has no limit on the number of times it can be used?

Subaru Natsuki's brain was working frantically.

Is it because there are no signs of numbers engraved on his body? But as the saying goes, things don't happen more than three times. If this situation is a gift of Buddha's compassion, then Subaru's number of trials has already stopped.

If I die, my life in this other world will come to an end... Even if I'm injured, running away is the right thing to do.

He was thinking.

Seeing Natsuki Subaru's shoulders heaving as he panted, Elsa pressed the finger that had been touching him to her lips.

"Then I'll take my leave now. I have a feeling I'll see you again."

Natsuki Subaru forced a smile.

"That way, next time I'll be able to relax and handle things better in bright, crowded places."

These sarcastic remarks were something he had to squeeze out with great difficulty.

But Elsa merely left with an annoying smile before turning her black robes and disappearing into the darkness of the alley.

Watching Elsa leave, Natsuki Subaru leaned wearily against the wall.

"I never expected... I never thought we'd meet again. Was she wandering around this area before we got to the stolen goods warehouse...?"

His unexpected encounter with the final villain, Elsa, nearly broke his heart.

Subaru prays that this might be the last time he meets Elsa, if possible.

"Are you alright?" Morion asked, looking at Subaru Natsuki with a hint of amusement.

"Haha..." he laughed awkwardly, "At least I wasn't scared to death..."

Halfway through his speech, he remembered Morion's recent performance, and his body, which had finally relaxed a little, tensed up again.

"By the way, are you very familiar with that woman?" he asked somewhat cautiously.

Although their conversation didn't sound like they were very familiar with each other, their seamless communication was rather astonishing.

"Hehehe, it's good that you're alright." Morien walked past Subaru Natsuki and headed forward. "This is the first time I've met her, but I guess I don't get along with her as badly as you do."

"After all, I have no grudge against her, do I?"

“Me and her too…” Natsuki Subaru stammered, but then fell silent.

Morion didn't wait for Subaru Natsuki any longer and headed straight for her destination.

He overheard Natsuki Subaru asking for directions and decided to go ahead and join the fun.

The buildings are close together, making it difficult for sunlight to penetrate, and the ground feels damp underfoot. Broken bottles and scraps of paper are scattered along the alleyway, emitting a nauseating stench.

Moraine waved her hand in front of her nose, but couldn't get rid of the smell.

After thinking for a moment, he transferred the space inside his nose into his imaginary space.

The fresh air immediately replaced the foul odor from outside.

Morion could roughly guess why Natsuki Subaru didn't follow.

Subaru Natsuki came to the slums this time to buy an item from a thief named Felt.

Because she thought he was a suspicious person, she did not reveal Felt's identity when asking for directions while he was following her.

Now that they've separated, he'll naturally try to find Felt first. If he can buy things directly from her, then he won't need to go to the original destination, the "loot warehouse."

“This is it.” Morion looked up at the dilapidated wooden house in front of him.

dong dong dong.

Moraine raised her hand and knocked on the door of the stolen goods storage room.

After waiting for a while, no sound came from inside the room.

Moraine remembered that there was a specific knocking frequency and a code word required to get here.

He knew the code, but he didn't know the frequency of knocking.

But that's okay, he has other methods.

Two seconds later, a dense swarm of insects poured in from the crack in the door and gathered into a human shape on the inside of the door.

Moraine passed through the gate with ease.

“Your defenses here aren’t very good either,” Morion said with a smile, looking at the tall, bald giant in front of him. “You haven’t been able to stop anything, have you?”

Bulga Cromwell, once a slave of a nobleman, was one of the three leaders of the Demi-human War and was called "Lord Cromwell" by Felt.

"How did you find out about this place?" Lord Rom looked down at Morion. "Who told you about this place?"

"What are you saying? Aren't you guys quite famous in the slums?" Moraine replied with a chuckle.

When Lord Rom heard this, he seemed to think it made sense, so he let Morion walk in.

Moreover...

Mr. Rom, behind the counter, glanced at Morion.

As one of the three leaders of the Demi-human War, he was undoubtedly able to see the micro-elves.

Such a huge number of micro-sprites...

Putting combat prowess aside, the microelves prefer people with pure personalities. Therefore, Morion is at least a pure-hearted person, and there's no harm in befriending someone like that.

Moreover, even if he wanted to drive them away, Lord Rom was not confident that he could drive away an elven sorcerer who had such a large number of micro-elves.

He never even considered that none of the micro-elves Morion had signed a contract.

But if that's really the case, then it's even more terrifying.

The last person who could do this so easily was Reinhard.

The interior of the wooden warehouse was laid out somewhat like a pub. Various kinds of stolen goods were placed haphazardly, making it impossible to tell whether they were left lying around or had been organized.

There are fixed seats for customers next to the counter at the entrance.

Some parts have fallen into disrepair and have developed barbs, making them seem unsuitable for sitting on.

Mr. Rom stood behind the counter, and because he was a giant, he was squeezed so much that he had to bend over.

He took a bottle of wine from the shelf under the counter, poured the wine into a glass, and immediately brought it to his lips.

"I was just thinking of having a few drinks tonight, but you've interrupted me. If it's for something trivial, I won't let you off the hook."

“It is indeed something interesting.” Morion walked to the counter, but instead of sitting on the chair that looked like it would hurt his butt, he suddenly leaned back, crossed his legs, and leaned back as if he was about to fall directly to the ground.

But the instant he sat back down, a massive swarm of black insects gathered, densely forming a chair.