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

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He took the kitchen knife, walked over to Shigemitsu Haruta, who was lying on the ground curled up with his head in his hands, and slowly squatted down.

"so……"

"I will do my best to fulfill both of these wishes."

Chapter 15 The First Offspring

"Wait...wait...wait a minute..." Shigemitsu Haruta shakily raised his hand and mumbled incoherently.

His mind was filled with all sorts of sounds, and now he could barely speak clearly, but he still tried to struggle.

At least ask for some information, right?

For example... For example...

Unfortunately, Moraine had no interest in so-called intelligence and knew far more than he did.

He smiled and raised the knife.

Behind Morion, the knife with the human hand that had fallen to the ground earlier struggled to stand up again, attempting to launch a surprise attack on Morion.

when!

A foot wearing a leather shoe stepped on the side of the blade, knocking the knife down again.

Hearing the sound, Moraine turned around.

“Oh, thank you.” Morion nodded and smiled.

"It's...it's only right," Ijichi said, sweating as he stepped on the knife.

He was a little nervous, but he had seen quite a few sorcerers before.

The source of magical power is negative emotions, so there are quite a few madmen and people with special fetishes among first-level sorcerers.

While Ichiji himself was somewhat afraid of this, it was still within an acceptable range.

"what!"

A heart-wrenching scream reached Iji's ears, followed by a series of soft, sputtering sounds.

Ijichi, stepping on the constantly shifting knife, subconsciously turned his head, pushed up his glasses, sweat pouring down the face of the middle-aged office worker, but he didn't utter a word.

Some powerful sorcerers abandon their humanity and prey on the weak, taking pleasure in torment. Such sorcerers are not recognized by the sorcery community and are known as "cursed sorcerers."

In the world of sorcery, curse casters have virtually no human rights and are on the same level as curse spirits. Any curse caster caught will not receive protection from the sorcery community.

So Morion is free to do whatever he wants.

Yidi knew that he wouldn't, and dared not, say anything more.

The sounds of blood splattering and screams grew louder and louder. Ijichi silently turned his head away, his back to them.

Although I've seen it quite a bit, I still find it hard to accept...

There were constant sounds coming from behind, including Morion's mutterings.

It's not a simultaneous incantation sent directly to the brain; it's just a simple sound.

So he can actually talk?

Ichiji subconsciously pondered.

However, it seems to be the language of the large country across the sea...

Moraine's rambling continued.

Ijichi was, after all, a high-achieving student who had interacted with many foreigners. In addition, Japanese and Chinese had a lot in common, so he could barely understand some of Morion's rambling.

Because of her profession, Ichiji instinctively collects information.

It seems to be saying that the person has seven lives, which can be used for some kind of experiment.

It seems there are also words like...hatching...parasitism...mother...nest.

Ijichi's face was covered in even more sweat.

That doesn't sound like a good word.

He looked down and suddenly noticed water droplets on the ground.

It's raining?

Ichiji thought with a puzzled expression.

No, it's not rain.

It's sweat.

Oh, I see. I was drenched in sweat...

I don't know how much time passed, but the screams behind me gradually stopped, and the knife under my feet went silent.

Suddenly, Morion's surprised exclamation came from behind.

Then came the sound of a knife being carelessly thrown to the ground.

Idizhi turned around and saw that Morion had stood up again, looking at his fingers with a look of surprise on his face.

A golden butterfly rested on his fingertip.

It was a completely different color from the butterflies surrounding him, which was quite obvious.

Noticing the gaze directed at him by Idizhi, Moraine waved.

His voice rang in Iji's mind once again.

"Do me a favor, throw that knife at me, throw it at my head."

"Huh? Okay." Ijichi pointed to himself in confusion, then looked down at the knife on the ground.

I don't understand, but I respect it.

He bent down, picked up the long-handed knife from the ground, took it, and aimed it at Morion.

"Then I'll throw it away," he reminded him.

Twist your waist and swing your arms.

Ijichi swung the long sword in his hand.

But just as he drew his sword, he saw Haruta Shigemen behind Morion.

His legs buckled, his center of gravity shifted, and he lost his grip. The knife he had thrown landed at an angle, spinning as it fell in front of Morion.

“Smith Marseille!” Idi immediately bowed and apologized.

“No need.” Morion raised his hand to stop him from apologizing, his gaze still fixed on the golden butterfly on the fingertip of his other hand.

The butterfly suddenly stopped flapping its wings, and very fine lines appeared on its body.

The next second, the butterfly's wings detached from its body and fell into pieces.

The whole butterfly fell off Moraine's finger.

"Ha." Morion smiled at Haruta Shigemitsu. "You're really lucky, aren't you?"

At this moment, the voice in Shigemitsu Haruta's mind had already stopped, but he was powerless to resist.

He was covered in blood, his eyes were full of tears, his limbs had been cut off, and his mouth, with its tongue cut off, could not make any complex sounds. There were several dense ridges under his skin, as if insects were crawling inside.

Most importantly, his belly was bulging high, and something was struggling underneath it.

Moraine's gaze shifted upwards, noticing that the last inverted triangle tattoo below Haruta's eye was slowly disappearing.

"Ah, have you used up your last life?" Morion said regretfully.

It seems that the miracle of Chuntai Storage has been used up.

Moraine smiled with satisfaction.

"That's great. Thanks to you having seven lives, I was able to complete the experiment."

"You made so many mistakes along the way, it's amazing you survived."

Moraine smiled innocently, without a trace of gloom.

Although he was wearing a mask, Haruta couldn't see him at all.

But Moraine believed that her sincere voice would surely be felt by him.

Perhaps it was because he had become a "peeper," or perhaps it was because he had seen the Hidden Sage once with the Peeping Eye, but Morion felt that his curiosity had increased a lot more than before.

Just like now.

Moraine clapped his hands in satisfaction.

"Alright, your wish has been fulfilled."

"Now you can die in peace."

Haruta's belly is getting bigger and bigger.

then……

boom!

His stomach exploded, and a golden butterfly the size of a person emerged from it.

It had beautiful colors and gorgeous patterns, and floated in front of Morion, gently flapping its wings.

Looking at the butterfly, Moraine's ferocious smile behind his mask softened somewhat.

He slowly moved the mask from his front to his side, revealing the face behind it with fluorescent patterns.

He clapped gently, his eyes revealing a mixture of affection and appreciation.