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

At this moment, Klein remembered Morion saying that he was a big bug, and that Morion had mentioned to Megalos that he also had some offspring.

He used the word "offspring" instead of "children" or "descendants" at the time.

Klein initially thought Morion had misused words, but upon closer inspection, it really seems to be offspring?

This is practically a monster!

Hi, I can't handle your problem. Can I transfer you to the Victory team instead?

After hesitating for a moment, Klein once again extended his spirituality, hooked the deep red star representing Morion, and pulled it upwards.

Morion, who was waiting silently, suddenly found a deep red light appearing before his eyes.

He offered no resistance, allowing the light to engulf him instantly like flowing water.

When he regained consciousness, he found himself standing in a magnificent palace supported by massive stone pillars. Before him was an ancient and weathered bronze table, and opposite the table sat a figure shrouded in thick gray mist.

Besides, the surroundings were empty, ethereal, and desolate, while the bottom was filled with boundless gray-white mist and unreal deep red dots of light.

But Morion wasn't intimidated by the scene. He casually found a seat, sat down, and waved hello.

"Hey, Lao Zhou."

Chapter 42 Newcomers with Unknown Backgrounds

Looking at Morion, Klein hesitated, as if he wanted to say something but couldn't.

He was a little curious about Morion's situation, but it involved Morion's privacy, and Klein didn't feel comfortable asking.

Morion, who was constantly observing the space, noticed Klein's dilemma and spread his hands:

"What are you hesitating about?" he said. "Just ask whatever you want to ask."

"Anyway, I won't answer questions I don't want to answer."

Klein, hidden behind the gray fog, blinked.

Wait, isn't it?

That sounds like it makes a lot of sense, doesn't it?

Since the other party had said so, Klein simply asked directly.

“Those butterflies in your house…” Klein carefully chose his words.

“They are my offspring,” Moraine said matter-of-factly.

"The one on my leg is my biological daughter, and the rest are probably my grandchildren."

"Yes, he's also my biological son."

"I see..." Klein was a little unsure of what to say.

Is he even their biological child?

Klein thought Morion was just being self-deprecating when he first heard Morion call himself a "big bug."

So it turns out it's realistic.

Except for Morion, the "Queen Bug," who remains human, all three generations of the family are bugs.

This is really the fault of one's family of origin.

Morion stopped looking around and looked at Klein with a grin, making Klein suddenly feel a little awkward.

“Fool, isn’t he?” Moraine suddenly asked.

"How much have you learned from Mr. Hanged Man's brain?" Klein retorted.

“Hmm… probably…” Morion stroked his chin, thought for a moment, “all of it.”

Complete……

Klein pursed his lips.

"It seems I don't need to introduce it again."

He conjured a tarot deck in front of Moraine.

"You know the rules, so come and get it yourself."

He meant letting Moraine choose her own codename.

Moraine picked up the tarot cards in front of her, flipped through them casually, and selected the Tower card.

He turned the tarot cards upside down, facing Klein.

“This is the one I’ll choose,” Moraine said with a smile. “From today onwards, I am Mr. Tower of the Tarot Society.”

"Yes, yes, congratulations." Klein said in a casual tone, without any sense of authority, "Every Monday at three o'clock in the afternoon, remember to make sure no one is around."

"That's so perfunctory," Morion said, dissatisfied. "What I wanted to see was that, that one, that one."

"Which one?" Klein asked, puzzled.

“That’s it!” Moraine sat up straight, leaned back in his chair, tapped his fingers lightly on the armrest, and said in a deliberately low voice.

“You may call me…the Fool.”

After speaking, Moraine's voice became cheerful again.

"This is it, I want to see this. Can you perform it again?"

Klein looked at him without saying a word.

"What's wrong?" Morion was about to urge him when he suddenly felt his body falling rapidly downwards.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back home.

"Oh, you're even shy now."

…………

A few minutes later, in the synchronized space.

There are only two people in the Synchronous Space today, one standing and one sitting: Mysterious Morion and Collapsing Iron Morion.

The other two time flows don't quite match theirs, especially the spellcaster Morion. Unless he enters the space the instant he exits, he probably won't be able to catch up.

"Hey, you've made connections with Klein." Beng Tie Morion sat on the ground, supporting himself with his hands behind his back, and said in a very good mood, "The anime I'm following has finally entered the main storyline."

He completely viewed his other experiences as a weekly anime series.

“Hmm,” the enigmatic Morion snapped his fingers, “Now we just have to wait.”

"It's Monday afternoon every week. It's Thursday now, so it's still early."

“Yeah, it’s still early.” Bengti Morion closed his eyes. “I haven’t done anything these past two days.”

"But now that you've produced the inversion spell, I feel I can start doing some experiments."

"Is that so?" The enigmatic Morion remained noncommittal. "Then be careful."

"uh-huh."

At this moment, ripples spread through the space once again.

"Oh, someone else is here." The two Moriens turned around to look.

The new Morion appeared in the space. Just as the mysterious Morion raised his hand, about to greet him, the name he was about to utter caught in his throat.

In this space, they could easily distinguish one another. But now, the enigmatic Morion could not tell which version of himself was standing before him.

Then there's only one possibility.

"Wow! It's a newcomer!" Bengte Morion excitedly raised his hands. "Great, another new anime to watch!"

"Which world have you traveled to?!"

The newcomer Morion quickly accepted his new role in less than ten seconds, breathed a sigh of relief, and collapsed to the ground in a limp, duck-like seat.

"Ah... finally here, my golden finger," he sighed weakly.

The enigmatic Morion walked over, lightly touched his raised hand to his, and gave him a high five, thus synchronizing their actions.

"Which world is he from?" asked Morion, who hadn't immediately stepped forward to maintain the novelty, from behind.

After completing the synchronization, the enigmatic Morion frowned slightly.

He looked at his palm and shook his head.

"I don't know," he replied.

"Huh?" Beng Tiemo Ruien asked in confusion, "You don't know?"

“Hmm, I don’t know.” Mysterious Morion walked towards Iron Morion again and stretched out his hand. “I can’t tell.”

"You're not hiding something like strawberry-flavored mapo tofu to trick me, are you?" Beng Tie Morion gripped it suspiciously.

At the same moment, the memories of the newcomer Morion were also synchronized.

This appears to be a forest on a lake, surrounded by a pale mist.

The fog wasn't particularly thick; you could barely see anything within a few dozen meters around you, but you couldn't see anything further away.

The spawn point for the new character Morion is here.

The water wasn't deep, only up to my ankles.

The surrounding area was a somewhat withered forest, and in the pale mist, anything a little further away was completely invisible.

In addition, there are collapsed ruins, stone walls and arched bridges, and some unidentifiable blue crystals.

There were no other living people.

For the next few days, newcomer Morion felt very depressed every day.

There's no food here, but there is water; you can drink it just by lying down.

Occasionally, something would move slowly through the hazy mist; they appeared bulky and sluggish, occasionally emitting low, rumbling sounds. Morion, then just an ordinary newcomer, dared not approach them.

Not only that, the newcomer Morion also discovered many corpses.

These corpses were dry, shriveled, and just skin and bones.

If it were just like that, it wouldn't be a big deal. Nobody bothers anyone else, and everyone would live in peace.