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

After all, Morion couldn't even imagine how lonely the Queen Worm must be, having survived the fall of the [Breeding] Star God alone until now.

For the Ohmu, solitude equals power.

"For now, let's see if the Treasure-Gathering Insect System I created can appear in other worlds," said Morion the Sorcerer.

"We can digest the secrets of the 'peepers' with ease, but the 'fighting scholars' have to start learning to digest them properly."

“I can go to Bangu to learn the Water Flow Rock Smash Fist,” Morion said, raising his hand.

I had been staying in Zone Z because I was too afraid to go out.

Now that he has the power, it's not impossible for him to go out and travel.

If Morion's initial punch could only be considered a "barely threatening" wolf-level monster, now he can be considered a "potentially paralyzed town" demon-level monster.

"Speaking of which, does digestion in other worlds really work for potions?" Beng Tie Morion asked.

This question stumped the other three Moraines.

"I don't know. After all, a Sequence 9 potion is digested as soon as it enters the mouth. I guess this potion still owes me hundreds of times more digestion progress." Mysterious Morion made a Versailles-style statement that would make any Sequence 9 potion user want to punch him.

“Then we’ll just have to give it a try,” said Morion the Sorcerer. “Practice makes perfect.”

"Row."

"OK."

"it is good."

Chapter 18 The Nemesis of All Shikigami

"Gojo Satoru has been sealed away. That's astonishing." An old but powerful voice rang out.

Two men and a woman were standing at the entrance of a subway station staircase, chatting.

One of the men was wearing a suit and a bow tie, and his blond hair was neatly combed.

Another old man, with white hair and a mustache, leaned against the wall, his face slightly flushed, looking somewhat tipsy.

The last remaining person was a girl wearing red glasses, with long, dark green hair tied in a high ponytail, and carrying a long-handled naginata on her shoulder.

"By the way, why are we waiting here?" asked Zenin Maki, who had a high ponytail.

“Not long ago, Ijichi called me and told us to wait a bit, that there would be reinforcements,” Nanami Kento, dressed impeccably, replied.

“Didn’t we say we’d split up? How come there are reinforcements?” said the old Zen master, Naokijin.

“After all, the ‘account’ has been settled,” Nanami Kento replied calmly, “The actions to come will only become more and more dangerous.”

"It's always good to have someone to look after you."

"Ah, since there are reinforcements, Maki, you should go back." Zenin Naobito waved his hand at Zenin Maki with a look of disdain.

After saying that, he tilted his head.

"Right? A first-level sorcerer from the Seven Seas?"

"Maki, I agree with Mr. Naohito's opinion on this matter," Nanami Kento said calmly.

"At least I'm more useful than this drunkard," Zenin Maki said with some dissatisfaction.

Nanami Kento was taken aback and looked at Zenji Naohito.

"you've been drinking?"

“I didn’t drink…” Zenji Naokijin looked up, let out a burp, “Ugh…”

Nanami Kento frowned and turned his head away.

Thankfully, reinforcements arrived...

He secretly rejoiced in his heart.

Just then, a sound came from around the corner not far away.

"Maki-senpai? Mr. Nanami?"

The suicide infantryman Fushiguro Megumi, sporting a black sea urchin-shaped hairstyle, walked around the corner and approached.

"So it was you who came to reinforce us." Zenin Maki adjusted her glasses.

But Fukuro was quite surprised.

"What reinforcements?"

Zenin Maki was also surprised.

"Aren't you reinforcements?"

“I’m not,” Fushiguro shook his head firmly. “I just happened to be passing by and overheard your conversation.”

“No, Ijichi said that the reinforcement is a strange man wearing a strange mask with fluorescent patterns on his skin. His technique allows him to make his voice appear in other people’s minds.”

"What a useless technique," Zenji Naohito commented.

“I think this is a pretty good command-type spell,” Zenin Maki retorted.

Zen temple family.

One of the three great families of sorcery, and also the most feudal and hierarchical of them.

In the view of Zen Buddhists, those who are not Zen Buddhists are not practitioners, and those who are not practitioners are not human.

The value of everyone in the Zen family is initially determined from birth, and is completely solidified after awakening their incantation power and spells.

Those who inherit the family's secret techniques can be high and mighty, while those with inferior techniques are lowly servants.

Meanwhile, Zenin Maki, who is a sorcerer without any magical abilities and whose magical power is even lower than that of ordinary people, lives a miserable life that is hard for normal people to imagine.

Instead of concerning himself with the Zen temple's own affairs, Nanami Kento inquired about Fushiguro Megumi.

"What about the other two?"

Fushiguro Megumi replied.

"Ino-senpai has withdrawn, and Itadori and I will split up."

“I understand. Then you can come down with us.” Nanami Kento nodded, glanced at his watch, and said, “We still need one more person. Let’s wait a little longer.”

"I'll wait another five minutes..."

Suddenly, the group looked up and gazed in one direction in the sky.

Accompanied by a series of flapping sounds, a giant butterfly flew in from the sky.

The butterfly was perched on the back of a masked person, looking like a backpack with wings.

“A strange mask…” Zenin Maki pointed, “So it’s him?”

Nanami Kento answered uncertainly.

"perhaps?"

Soon, the butterfly carried Morion down from the sky.

Morion, who had landed on the ground, glanced at everyone present and suddenly paused for a second.

Fukuro Megumi?

How did he end up here?

But the surprise lasted less than a second before Moraine quickly recovered.

Because he had Ichiji make a phone call to ask Nanami Kento and the others to wait for him, the two groups of people who originally entered the subway station one after the other ended up together.

Moraine stroked the fur of the creature.

“That’s called the butterfly effect,” Moraine said to Lianyun with a smile. “The butterfly effect caused by the butterfly is the real butterfly effect.”

Lianyun happily flapped its butterfly wings.

My father's jokes were really funny.

She seems to have a very low threshold for laughter.

The Mother Beetle released Morion and flapped her wings, flying behind him.

Moraine took two steps forward, and her voice appeared in everyone's minds.

"Hello, my name is Morion."

Moraine gave a brief self-introduction.

"Mo... Lei... En?" Zenin Maki tried and found that the pronunciation of Morien's name seemed a little difficult for them.

Oh, I forgot that Japanese grammar doesn't have an R.

"You should practice more. If you really can't do it, you can call me Mask," Morion said understandingly.

"Haha, still a brat who only plays based on the card art." Zenin Naobijin laughed.

"Haha, you watch it too?" Morion replied with a laugh.

“Yes, it’s very good.” Zenin Naobito didn’t mind showing his youthful spirit at all. “I also watch magical girls.”

There are also tough guys with girlish hearts.

Each of them introduced themselves.

Morien shifted her gaze to Fuhei Hui.

“Mr. Fuhei Hui, may I see your ‘Escape Rabbit’?” Moraine asked.

"Escape from the rabbit? Why?" Fushiguro Megumi asked, puzzled.

“Because I also use summoned creatures.” Morion pointed to the summoned creature behind him. “My method of controlling summoned creatures is also to summon a large number of shikigami at the same time.”

"Huh? Isn't your technique for transmitting messages?" Zenji Naoki asked in confusion.

“Heh, guess.” Morion didn’t answer the question.

"I asked the Zen master in a very casual manner."

"I don't want to guess, can't you just say so?"

“I’ll reveal the spell to you when we become enemies,” Morion replied.