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

However, they all seemed to be living even worse lives than I was.

Although both faces looked somewhat strange and ferocious, Moraine felt absolutely no fear.

Upon seeing these two identical faces, Moraine immediately had an idea.

He thought of a genre he had read about in novels before.

"Simultaneous Crossing Flow".

Simply put, it's about a person being split and replicated, traveling through several, a dozen, or even hundreds of different worlds.

These different versions of ourselves will have different experiences and opportunities, and will occasionally meet in the same fixed space, synchronizing our memories and strengths.

At this moment, the seemingly listless "Morrain" also seemed to have figured everything out.

He looked at Moraine, his face, covered in fluorescent patterns, showing an expression that suggested he was about to cry.

He made a sound mixed with the flapping of insect wings.

"Oh my god... I've finally seen my own people..."

It's not just our own people, it's everyone.

The next instant, this "self" pounced on Moraine like a wild beast.

The movement was incredibly fast; Morion and his other self didn't have time to react before they were caught in the embrace.

This "self" was very strong, and it carried Moraine five or six meters away.

As their bodies touched, just as Morion had guessed, their memories began to synchronize.

Meanwhile, the third, tattered version of "Morrain" stood dumbfounded, hesitating whether to step forward.

Chapter 2: I'm fighting Su Nuo? Really?

In the pitch-black space, three people who looked almost identical gathered together.

Two of them were sitting, and one was lying down.

The three looked almost identical, with only a few differences. One had a slightly cleaner face with some fluorescent lines, while another had many more lines on his face, making him look like he was about to break apart. The last one looked the worst, with only a few fluorescent lines, but his clothes were tattered and his body was covered in wounds.

“So your spawn point is in a spaceship drifting in space…” The enigmatic Morion rubbed his temples as he sat down.

He had just absorbed the memories of two other "selves," and now his head was throbbing.

"Yes," Moraine replied weakly, lying on the ground.

He had the most prominent facial lines.

Meanwhile, the tattered Morion sat to the side, poking him with his finger from time to time.

“Then, the spaceship’s artificial intelligence injected you with something called a ‘synesthetic beacon,’ and you immediately gained the ability to understand other languages.” The enigmatic Morion sorted through the memories flooding into his mind.

"Oh, this thing not only allows you to understand any language, but also allows you to understand any script in the 'Synesthesia Beacon' database."

“Yes.” Morion, who was lying on the ground, raised his hand and gave a thumbs up.

“Ah~.” The enigmatic Morion drawled, “I think I can guess which world you’re from.”

“What a coincidence, I guessed it too,” replied the ragged Morion.

“What a coincidence, I guessed it too,” Morion said, lying on the ground.

“Honkai Impact: Star Railway,” said the mysterious Morion. “Hmm… spaceship… now you’re completely trapped, your situation is even more extreme than mine.”

The timing of Morion's time travel was extremely unfortunate.

This is a spaceship belonging to the Interstellar Peace Corporation.

The spaceship's pilot died suddenly due to long-term overwork, and the AI ​​built inside the spaceship was an artificial intelligence without its own consciousness, rather than a living intelligent machine, and could not communicate.

As an outsider, he had no authority to control the spaceship.

As for why AI provides food and synesthetic beacons for communication.

the reason is simple.

Because the company always needs to travel to various planets, it often uses the negotiation tactic of "locking up the natives for a day or two" to "peacefully resolve" problems.

The area at the rear of the spaceship, which can be used as a detention cell, is a very good option.

"To be able to talk to yourself for a week without breaking down, you're truly an amazing person." Mysterious Morion gave a thumbs up.

Drifting alone in the universe, with no one to talk to, only unchanging darkness outside the window, and a corpse as his only companion...

“Hehe, I think so too.” Bengti Morion chuckled somewhat neurotically. “This spawn point is truly divine.”

Full of resentment.

“But you’re not much better off.” He turned to look at the tattered Morion who was poking at him.

In the world of these three, the world in which this tattered version of Morion lives is probably the lowest level.

But he is currently the most dangerous.

"It's fine to talk about it online, but in real life, who wouldn't want to risk their life to be a speed bump for the four Calamity Cursed Spirits?" Cursed Morion grinned and said with a smile.

The world Morion traveled to is Jujutsu Kaisen.

The time of arrival was the day of the Shibuya Incident.

At that time, he inexplicably appeared in a subway station.

Looking around at the Japanese posters, he thought he had traveled to a parallel world of Japan.

Just as he was wondering if he could find a way to return to China without a passport, he bumped into a cyborg who had been transformed into a monster by Wuwei.

It was... quite sudden.

It was like finding love unexpectedly around a sharp corner.

Looking at his singed hair, tattered clothes, and wounds all over his body, both Mysterious Morion and Iron Morion cast pitying glances at him.

"Hey, hey, hey, what kind of looks are those? I've awakened my spellcasting!" Morion the spellcaster complained.

Perhaps due to his body's adaptation after transmigrating, he did indeed awaken spells and magical powers. But the two men's eyes held even more pity.

The world of Beng Tie is a world of idealism, where even an insect has the potential to become a god.

The mysterious path, however, offers a complete path to godhood; with effort, becoming a god is not impossible.

But the world of sorcery is different.

Talent is paramount here. Whether someone can become a sorcerer is predetermined from birth; everyone's magical power is fixed and almost impossible to improve upon later in life. Furthermore, each person's spells are innately etched into their mind.

Morion's spell power is only slightly higher than that of an ordinary person, and his spells are much more difficult to execute.

It is called "Simultaneous Incantation".

The effect is that it allows your voice to appear directly in the minds of targets within a certain range.

It consumes a lot of mana, and the duration it can last is no more than 3 minutes. The straight-line distance is almost no more than 100 meters, and it can only be played at normal volume, not at volume bombs.

"My enemy's abilities are: to control fire, to control forests, to control oceans, and to control souls."

"And my ability is: to send voice messages without a phone."

"With a little effort, you might even be able to send messages to multiple people at once."

"This is really amazing."

Spellcaster Morion patted his chest with great pride.

It seems he's been driven mad.

“Very well, it’ll be your turn to fight Su Nuo another day.” Beng Tie Morion pointed his thumb at Curse Morion.

"Huh?" Morion, the sorcerer, looked shocked. "You actually expect a little smarty to fight Su Nuo?"

"A PHS phone can actually send messages quite far," the enigmatic Morion reminded him. "Yours is more like a toy walkie-talkie."

"It's still one-way."

Well done, no points lost. You deserve the title of the most unsung sorcerer in history.

“And then there’s you…” Mysterious Morion stroked his chin, looking at Iron Morion, and said, “You’ve embarked on the path of [breeding]?”

"Maybe..." Morion replied half-heartedly.

"That's still pretty bad..."

The path of reproduction is one of death for those who stray from the group, and as the only anomaly in the entire universe, Bourne Morion would probably have died soon if he hadn't entered this mysterious space and found his "kin."

“If only you became an Extraordinary.” Bengtimorion rolled over. “That way I might be able to leave the ship on my own and find a planet.”

“I guess I can’t count on you.” Mysterious Morion shrugged. “I feel that even if I become an Extraordinary, it will be very difficult to solve your problems.”

"One should at least become a saint or even an angel."

“That’s true…” Bengti Morion said sullenly.

“It’s even worse for me,” Morion the Sorcerer shook his head. “You can’t expect a toy walkie-talkie to do anything for you.”

It's also a vengeful walkie-talkie.

“Sigh…” Beng Tie Morion sighed heavily, “If only a really powerful ‘me’ could come right now.”

At this moment, the mysterious Morion pointed to his face, noticing the fluorescent patterns on it.

"To be honest, when I first found out about this, I thought it was a special feature I had since I transmigrated."

"But now that I look at it, it seems like you brought it to me?"

“It seems so.” Bengti Morion nodded.

This is "loss of entropy".

It seems that because he was a time traveler and became the only anomaly in the universe, this sense of loneliness resonated with the destiny of [reproduction].

Loneliness, division, and isolation are death.

This is the characteristic of the destiny of "breeding", and it is reflected in him.

Whether it was the loneliness they felt on the ship at the beginning or their current situation where the identity of "Morrain" has been split across countless worlds, it all perfectly matches their present state.

The patterns that first appeared on his body were a manifestation of "death by being separated from the group".