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

Pfft!

Immediately, a long spray of blood spurted out.

"Good lad..."

"They're very capable."

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Next chapter: Mystery

PS:

Sorry, there was only one update this morning.

The dorm air conditioner was broken, and it was so stuffy and hot that I didn't sleep for two days. Now that it's finally fixed, I'm really starting to feel the heat. I'll add an extra chapter at noon and in the afternoon.

Mystery 2

Chapter 33 Mysterious Morion is a Winner Without Effort

In the black synchronization space.

Wearing a training uniform, One-Punch Morion emerged from the deep blackness, yawning.

Today is Sunday, the third day since he joined the Flowing Water Rock Smashing Fist Dojo.

He was going to participate in the hero assessment in three hours, so he decided to synchronize his system before the assessment, gain some experience, and update the system.

In three days, he, a "fighting scholar," successfully learned 90% of the moves and could execute punches very smoothly.

But the effect was far worse than Bang's.

This confirms Moraine's speculation that, apart from "martial arts," at least half of Bang's strength comes from his "faith" in martial arts.

There was no light in this space, and Morion himself did not emit any light, but the Morions could still see each other.

Soon, One Punch Morion saw two versions of himself chatting.

One Punch Morion immediately recognized them through a special connection: the Mysterious Morion and the Crushing Iron Morion.

"You really are a regular guest." One-Punch Morion stepped forward and extended a hand to Iron Morion. "You're here every time you come in."

This was the first time he had entered the synchronization space, apart from the very first time.

However, he has other memories of his own, so he knows very well that whoever enters this space will almost always see Bengitemorion immediately.

"What's the point of me sending it then?" Beng Tie Morion complained, and gave One-Punch Morion a high five.

“Looks like we’re still not strong enough.” Morion suddenly froze for a moment, then said while sorting through the extra memories in his mind, “If we were strong enough in the future to change the entire universe with every word and action, the Star Core Hunters would have come looking for us long ago.”

“Perhaps in the timeline that Elio knows, ignoring us is the best possible future,” Morion shrugged.

“It’s also possible that they’ve influenced other people.” Mysterious Morion placed his hand on the shoulder of the fist-wielding Morion, completing his synchronization. “Oh, you’ve summarized a rule of role-playing for me.”

At this moment, One-Punch Morion had also sorted out the memories of Collapse Iron Morion and couldn't help but complain.

"This is just a compressed package of knowledge."

Morion's memories are essentially a compressed archive of knowledge.

“Anyway, I’m just idling around.” Bengti Morion shrugged.

During this time, he unzipped all the compressed files sent by the Hidden Sage and understood the knowledge contained within.

Time actually flies when you're completely absorbed in knowledge.

Relying on his superhuman strength, Morion spent a week without eating or sleeping thoroughly analyzing all the information the hidden sage had stuffed into his mind during the previous two Knowledge Pursuits.

Although 90% of it is meaningless information like "postpartum care for sows" and "100 ways to eat Dipsy pies," the remaining information is quite useful.

The Hidden Sage's distribution of knowledge is not random.

During the time of the Seeker, He would throw out some ritual magic-related items; during the time of the Fighting Scholar, He would throw out some fighting techniques-related items.

But He always felt it wasn't enough, and would always add a little more.

He also likes to make associations.

To exercise, you need to eat, right?

Then let's add some cooking and some animal husbandry.

To stir-fry vegetables, you need a pot, right?

Add some pot-making technology, some blacksmithing technology, some mining technology...

Constant association, and more associations of association.

Then they just kept putting more and more in.

But fundamentally, it must be something that extraordinary individuals themselves can use.

It's a good product.

“That’s great.” Mysterious Morion patted Morion on the shoulder. “You two can each help me digest a little bit. One of you can keep doing research as a ‘scholar who plays the role of a fighter,’ and the other can learn to fight through fighting.”

"Now I'm a winner without even having to lift a finger."

“Yes, indeed.” One-Punch Morion nodded.

"You should at least be a little more modest!"

"What's there to be modest about?" One-Punch Morion squinted at the enigmatic Morion. "Tell me yourself what you've been doing for the past two weeks?"

About half a month has passed on the mysterious Morion side. Apart from recently joining a fortune teller's club in an attempt to bump into Klein, he has basically done nothing.

"Then what should I do?" the enigmatic Morion said matter-of-factly. "I can't exactly go out into the street and beat up innocent passersby, can I?"

"I'm not playing GTA here. If I were a five-star Good Citizen, I could actually be killed by Night Watchers, Punishers, and the Machine Heart."

Although he now barely possesses the combat power of a first-level sorcerer, it is still insufficient in the mysterious world.

At least for now, he has no interest in becoming a fugitive.

He had just paid a year's rent.

The synchronous space was thrown into turmoil once again, and more people entered.

“Oh, you’re here too.” Mysterious Morion looked at Spellcaster Morion.

He opened his arms as if to embrace.

"Come on, let me see what surprises you have in store for me this time."

That was the Shibuya Incident, where people literally "fought their brains out."

Cursed Morion hugged him, synchronized the installation package sent by Collapse Iron Morion, and his brain also crashed for a moment.

“Holy crap, I feel like my potion has been partially digested again,” said Mysterious Morion.

The fight with Shen also helped Morion and his companions digest some of the potion.

This was a fight where "all extraordinary abilities were abandoned, relying entirely on hand-to-hand combat," and even a black flash was unleashed.

Now, the mysterious Moraine has truly become a sitting duck.

Chapter 34 The Diviners' Club

12 Tasok Street, second floor.

Moraine sat up in bed and glanced at the wall clock.

It's 3:30 in the afternoon. He has just finished his lunch break and is planning to go to the fortune teller's club.

Morion closed his eyes and silently sensed it.

He had digested almost half of the "fighting scholar" inside his body.

Half of that came from summarizing a set of rules for playing Morion and studying fighting at the dojo for three days; two-fifths came from studying the Iron Morion technique for over a week; and the remaining less than one-fifth came from the fight with Shen.

As for himself in the mysterious world...

He himself provided a channel for "fighting scholars" to digest the information.

In the end, the feedback will always come back to you.

No matter how well other people answered the questions on their exam papers, he was the one who provided the exam papers.

He is the MVP.

Of course, to say that he didn't digest it at all is just making baseless accusations.

He would occasionally go to the East District to beat up gangsters.

Gangsters collect protection money from others, and he collects protection money from gangsters.

It's normal for thieves to eat each other.

I've already earned over three hundred pounds in the last two weeks.

He opened the wardrobe, took out a shirt and shorts that matched the era, changed into them, and left the room.

This is just a house that isn't very big. The first floor has a living room, a kitchen, and a bathroom, while the second floor has a bedroom and a study. Although the room isn't large, it's fully equipped with a bed, bookshelves, a desk, and a wardrobe.

Each area is not very large, and it would feel a bit crowded for a family to live here.

However, for an individual, such a range is perfectly adequate.

After straightening his clothes, putting on his top hat, and hanging his self-defense mask diagonally across his face, Moraine prepared to leave.

Unlike other worlds where masks can be removed at will, Morion in the Mysterious World must rely on masks to resist contamination, and even when the mask is removed, the distance cannot be too great.

He picked up his cane, quickly walked down the stairs to the first floor, pushed open the door, and went out.

The gate closed, and behind me was a not-so-new two-story townhouse.

Moraine never considered herself a person of luxury.

To be honest, he felt the house was quite nice.

Compared to those luxurious, larger houses, this slightly smaller two-story house, which wouldn't affect his daily life, was what he had always wanted.