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

But clearly, these corpses didn't think that way.

They are not completely dead.

Occasionally, strangely shaped corpses would emerge from the mud beneath his feet, always attempting to ambush Morion.

Fortunately, the newcomer Morion also possessed the ability to minimize his presence, otherwise he would probably have died long ago.

Dark, oppressive, dangerous.

He persevered for three days in such conditions.

Finally, he entered this space on the fourth day.

"So which world is this exactly?" Bengte Morion pondered in confusion.

His memory is now excellent, so good that he can easily recall any work he has ever encountered before.

However, he still couldn't tell which world the newcomer came from.

It's not because I haven't seen similar settings before.

On the contrary, it's because this setting is too common.

It feels like a scene that could appear in any fantasy genre.

Newcomer Morien shook her head.

"I do not know either."

"But now that I have some ability to protect myself, maybe I can explore further."

"Maybe I'll have the answer when I come here next time."

"Hmm...at least..."

The enigmatic Morion shrugged and made a joke.

"Now that you have the abilities of the Lonely Monster, you shouldn't be attacked anymore."

Chapter 43 Spell Reversal (Bonus Chapter for First Time Passing Over 1000 Monthly Tickets)

Monday, 2:30 p.m., 12 Tasok Street.

Moraine sat on the sofa, studying her "technique reversal".

Ever since Qiu Si researched and developed the "Reversal Spell," Morion has been very curious about what his "Spell Reversal" is.

These two things sound similar, but they are actually completely different.

"Reversal of techniques" is the prerequisite for "technique reversal". To learn "technique reversal", you must first understand "reversal of techniques".

The application of the technique involves mobilizing the power of the spell, which is considered negative energy, to operate the technique in a positive direction.

"Surgery reversal" involves injecting the "positive energy" generated by "reversing the technique" into the technique, causing the technique to operate in reverse.

It sounds like a tongue twister.

To summarize:

"Spell Reversal" allows a sorcerer's spell to produce the opposite effect from its original state.

For example, Moraine's ability is to transmit sound, so if the spell is reversed, it should be to read minds.

Moraine himself had already verified this with a well-meaning gangster.

It really is mind reading.

Moraine called it "telepathy".

However, unlike the "Simultaneous Voice Spell" which transmits sound regardless of distance, the "Telepathy" after the "Spell Reversal" requires physical contact to take effect.

Moraine feels a bit useless.

Although, this ability is like the "Synchronous Spell," it can take effect regardless of the strength of the user.

But even if he encounters someone stronger than him, it's of little use.

If the other party has malicious intent, I'll just turn around and plant them in the ground as ginseng.

Putting aside her thoughts, Morion turned her attention to trying to put pressure on her offspring.

He held the cell phone he had brought with him when he traveled through time in one hand and the earphone case with earphones in the other, waving it in front of Qiu Si.

“I’m telling you, Qiusi, you really need to work harder,” Moraine said earnestly. “You’ll be a month old in just two weeks, and now is the time for you to strive.”

"Do you know? You only have less than 6,500 days left until the college entrance examination. You should accumulate more knowledge."

“Come on, try inventing a power bank for me first,” Moraine said.

Qiu Si flapped its wings with great enthusiasm and began to ponder deeply.

Although she was a "top-notch bookworm" in the literal sense, and had read a lot of books, all of them were related to mysticism and none of them involved modern science.

After thinking it over carefully, she said to Moraine in the Zerg swarm network:

"Okay, I'll answer your question in the simplest, most direct, and most straightforward way now."

“We can design a ritual magic that targets the Lord of Storms…”

No, how did you turn into a steamed bun?

"Stop, stop, hold on! Don't evolve in a strange direction!" Morion quickly stopped Qiu Si.

He certainly doesn't want his offspring to evolve into AI robots in the future.

Moraine began to suspect that when she sent information streams and data packets to Qiu Si in the past, she might have included something malicious, which caused the swarm network's database to be contaminated.

He began to teach Qiu Si, instructing her not to act like an AI all day.

The creature twitches its antennae to indicate understanding.

"Haha, okay, I'll chat with you in the most human way possible now..."

"..." Morion looked at her. "You did this on purpose, didn't you?"

"..." Qiu Si twitched his tentacles again. "Qiu Si doesn't know."

It seems that too few assignments were given.

I really need to give her some homework now.

Let's try writing one kilogram of test papers every day first.

Just as Morion decided to give Qiu Si a severe dressing down, a deep red light descended. He suddenly saw a deep red glow spreading before his eyes.

This is Klein trying to pull him up into the gray fog.

"Huh? So early?" He glanced at the wall clock with some doubt, confirming that there were still more than ten minutes before the Tarot meeting.

However, he quickly realized that Klein was planning to bring him up earlier and give him a heads-up.

So Morien took one last look at Qiu Si, relaxed her body, and let the crimson color engulf her.

When Klein was with Morion, he could not offer any resistance.

After all, even though he was only a Sequence 8 who had digested most of the potion, he only needed to exert a little effort to break free from Klein's pull.

Soon, the gray, boundless, desolate, and silent world once again appeared before his eyes, and the Fool, seated at the head of the table and shrouded in thick fog, reappeared.

It looks both majestic and mysterious.

However, this somewhat authoritative atmosphere did not last long and was quickly dispelled by Morion's voice.

"Hey, Klein, aren't you embarrassed?" Morion waved and greeted him.

Upon hearing this, Klein, hidden behind the gray fog, took a small, deep breath, intending to ignore Morion's words.

The matter that he was planning to discuss with Morion now should have been brought up a few days ago when Morion was first pulled into the gray fog. However, Morion insisted on watching his performance, which made Klein so embarrassed that he had no choice but to send Morion away prematurely.

He's starting to regret having Lamorion join the Tarot Club.

If Morion hadn't come to him directly, he certainly wouldn't have revealed that the Tarot would be in front of Morion.

Klein began to think.

Why did Morion find him? Ah, right, it's because of the Hanged Man...

Moraine said it was because she read the Hanged Man's memories while she was at sea.

Those traitors are despicable!

Klein decided to make things difficult for Mr. Hanged Man from now on.

However... when it comes to mind reading...

"Old Mo, what are the prerequisites for your mind-reading ability?" Klein asked casually.

"What? Afraid I'll find the comics you've been hiding under the bed?" Moraine leaned forward, laughing as she propped her head up with her hand.

“I don’t have that kind of thing!” Klein immediately retorted.

"Alright, you don't need to worry too much." Morion shook his head. "Just make sure I don't touch you."

"Really? That's good then." Klein breathed a sigh of relief.

It's fine as long as it's not like a conversation where you have to force someone to read your mind.

“Why did you drag me up here at this time?” Morion said, propping his head up with one hand. “I was just about to give your niece a good amount of homework.”

"Niece?" Klein asked in confusion.

“Yeah,” Moraine waved his other hand, “Anyway, we’re all buddies. My daughter is your niece, isn’t she?”

Klein, remembering the butterflies at Morion's house, subconsciously asked:

How old is she?

"Hmm..." Morion stroked his chin and thought for a moment, "It'll probably be about three more weeks until the baby is a month old, right?"

You are abusing a child!

Moraine continued.

"I currently have a dead phone and a dead earphone, and I plan to have my descendants try to invent a power bank."

"Hmm... If possible, it would be best to get them to figure out a way to replicate the phone's earphones."