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

The gentleman said his name was "Tris".

Triss...

Moraine finally realized what was happening that day.

The chaotic ship, the crew member named "Triss," and the crimson moon he had vaguely glimpsed a few days earlier...

This is the world of Lord of Mysteries, this is the "Clover"!

Morion was somewhat worried when he first learned about this.

Because in this world, knowledge is poisonous.

He not only read the entire book of Lord of Mysteries, but also the "Third Blasphemous Tablet".

That is, the official WeChat account of Squid.

But strangely, seven days have passed, and his first seven days are almost over, yet no contamination has descended upon him, and no strange consciousness has awakened within him.

Moraine lowered his head, lost in thought.

Could it be that……

Is this the new consciousness I am now?

Alas! I never imagined I was an incarnation of an Outer God!

“Morrain…Morrain…”

A shout interrupted Morion's thoughts.

At that moment, a hand grabbed his arm and pulled him up.

The round-faced Triss stood beside him, holding his arm, pointing to the lines on his face, and speaking passionately to the crew members around them.

Although he couldn't understand, Moraine could roughly guess that he was talking about the lines on his face, or perhaps that the people outside were devils who had forced a poor person to contract a disease.

As Triss spoke, the people in the cabin gradually became more determined and their fear subsided.

As Triss began his speech, the atmosphere inside the cabin gradually became more and more lively.

Everyone's face showed indignation, as if they wanted to tear the rioters outside to pieces.

Morien knew that Triss was digesting the "Instigator" potion.

But Moraine couldn't understand at all, so his thoughts wandered, going about all sorts of things.

He retrieved the plot of Lord of Mysteries from his memory.

In the storyline, the entire Clover massacre was orchestrated by Triss.

However, Morion knew perfectly well that this cruel assassin would be punished by the royal family of Loen in the future, and would be severely punished by the valiant prince amidst his pitiful cries.

The prince thrust his spear at the evil witch in an attempt to protect the world.

Prince Edsack is so great.

Prince Edsack always stood on the front line in the fight against the witch.

Well done, Edsac! You are truly an honor to the Augustus family.

As her wandering thoughts gradually came back to themselves, Morion felt a little dizzy.

Soon, Triss finished speaking about Morion, released his hand, and let Morion sit back down on his own, while he continued his speech.

Moraine sat back down in the corner and continued to let her thoughts wander.

The more his thoughts wandered, the more he felt out of place with the people around him.

"Ugh……"

He sighed almost imperceptibly and glanced at the crowd around him.

Even though there were so many people around him, he inexplicably felt lonely and could only try to feel better by constantly shifting his thoughts and letting his mind wander.

He was completely unable to connect with the atmosphere.

Everyone was excited, everyone was expectant, and everyone was full of enthusiasm.

But he didn't.

He couldn't understand Triss's speech, couldn't join in the atmosphere, and couldn't even see the people around him as his own.

This made Moraine reflect on her actions.

Was I too arrogant?

Is it because he is a time traveler that he doesn't treat other people as living, breathing people?

But that shouldn't be the case; he's always thought of himself as an easy person to talk to.

As a 19-year-old college student, he fantasized countless times about being transported to another world.

But when that day finally came, he found that no matter what he did, he couldn't fit into this world.

“Strange… I’m not that dramatic…” He was puzzled by his own behavior, but his melancholy did not diminish at all.

The fluorescent lines on his face became more pronounced.

Moraine clenched her hands tightly.

This is so strange...it's really so strange...

He used to be considered a social terrorist, but after coming here, he only felt a deep sense of alienation from others.

So sad……

The tinnitus in my ears started to get louder again.

buzzing...

Morion saw multiple images before his eyes.

Triss said something and started leading the people in the cabin to chant slogans.

With firm tones, they repeated after Triss in words Morion couldn't understand.

Moraine felt even worse.

He felt like an insect detached from the events.

Loneliness enveloped him like a tidal wave.

Yes, he seemed to understand, he understood why he had that feeling.

He is an anomaly, an anomaly in which there is no one like him in the entire universe.

At least Klein, Russell, and other time travelers had their own kind, and at least their homeland, which they could never return to, existed in the mists of history.

But as a true "time traveler," he had nothing.

He couldn't even say something like, "At least we're looking at the same moon," because he knew perfectly well that he and his family were seeing two completely different moons.

The more he thought about it, the lonelier he felt.

For some reason, as he became increasingly lonely, his memory began to slowly improve.

It's so good that I can easily recall my past life and the other people in my family.

As memory improves, past memories become more vivid.

As the memories of the past become more vivid, the longing for the past grows stronger.

The deeper the longing for the past, the more lonely one feels about the present situation.

As loneliness increases, memory improves...

"How could I..."

Morion opened his mouth instinctively, but as soon as he spoke, a sound like the flapping of insect wings came out of his throat.

He lowered his head and looked at his hands.

His hands were also covered with those fluorescent patterns.

"What exactly is happening to me...?"

At that moment, he suddenly felt a darkness before his eyes.

A deep blackness surged from behind him, instantly engulfing him.

He was suddenly plunged into complete darkness.

"Huh?" Morion looked around in confusion.

The sudden change did not frighten him.

Instead, he didn't know why he started to relax.

In this darkness, Moraine surprisingly felt a sense of ease, something she hadn't experienced in a long time.

For the past seven days, he had been immersed in an indescribable sense of loneliness. Now that he was all alone, he felt inexplicably comfortable and did not feel lonely at all.

This is strange.

He stood there, silently.

One second, two seconds...

Moraine slowly closed her eyes, feeling the deep darkness envelop her, as if she had escaped loneliness.

The fluorescent patterns on his body gradually faded.

After countless hours, he suddenly sensed someone approaching from behind.

Morion instinctively turned around and looked behind him.

There were two people standing behind him, who had appeared at some unknown time.

Although the space was pitch black, he could see them clearly, and see every detail about them.

One of them was wearing tattered, blood-stained clothes and had a slightly grotesque face covered in wounds, looking almost broken; he was a complete "tattered version".

The other one looked much cleaner, but his expression was rather listless, and the fluorescent patterns on his face and body were several times more numerous than Morion's.

Moraine recognized the two faces immediately.

Ignoring some minor flaws, it was almost identical to the wrinkled face he had seen by chance in the mirror before.