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

"Ouch... Ouch! That hurts!"

Moraine began to half-tear and half-adjust her clothes and pants.

"Hmm...maybe I should create some insect offspring that can turn into clothes."

Moraine straightened her awkwardly dressed clothes, lost in thought.

As he expected, once he left the area of ​​the lake forest and arrived above the cliff, the white fog disappeared.

Moraine steadied herself and took in the scenery before her.

It's daytime now, and it's not raining. The sky is blue and the clouds are white; the scenery is quite beautiful.

This seems to be a medieval Western fantasy world.

He glanced around at the scene before him.

There was a cemetery to my right.

There were rows of tombstones piled up haphazardly, placed randomly without any pattern or order, some even stacked together, overlapping each other.

It's clearly very disrespectful to the deceased.

Directly in front of him was a somewhat dilapidated steeple church.

It looks quite old, dilapidated, with even the roof of the church collapsed. The church, originally built of brown stones, is now green, covered with moss and ivy.

To the far left, there is a towering, imposing castle, standing majestically atop the mountain, tall and imposing, and looking quite valuable.

The people who can live here are definitely not of low status.

After a brief moment of consideration, Moraine strode off and headed straight for the dilapidated chapel directly opposite.

The massive castle on the left is a bit far away, and it looks quite unusual; getting inside probably won't be easy.

The cemetery on the right...

Judging from Morion's past experiences, this world probably contains all sorts of monsters.

The tomb owner might just pop out of the ground to greet him.

Morion felt that the cemetery's owners might not be too happy to be disturbed by him.

He had just finished a fight and had a good time, so he had no intention of getting into any conflicts with others for the time being.

I don't want to play Plants vs. Zombies either.

We walked across the meadow and arrived at the small church.

The church is cramped, with moss-covered stone bricks and a small archway that can only accommodate one person at a time.

Moraine saw inscriptions on the wall at the main entrance of the church.

He leaned closer to take a closer look.

can't read.

He remains undeniably illiterate in this world.

"Hmm." He hummed softly, walked through the small archway, and entered the church.

What comes into view is a huge stone statue, which appears to be the deity worshipped in this church.

The statue depicts a woman with her head bowed, seemingly weak and listless. She has long hair, wears a long dress, and her arms are outstretched as if she were nailed to a cross.

Moraine looked up at the statue and stroked her chin.

"Hmm, this statue looks familiar..."

"Oh!"

He blinked and suddenly said "Oh".

Turn your head and look back.

Behind him, on the other side of the cliff, at the edge of his vision, stood a huge golden tree.

I didn't notice it because I was facing away from it when I climbed up the cliff.

This golden tree is enormous, so enormous that it can be seen from almost anywhere in the country.

If Morion's initial spawn point hadn't been surrounded by towering cliffs and constantly shrouded in mist, Morion would have been able to guess where he was on his very first day in this world.

A giant golden tree, medieval style, and disgusting monsters.

And there's the statue of Marika in the church behind them.

This is the world of the Elden Ring, this is the border.

Chapter 49 Tops

At this moment, Moraine, who had just entered the church, noticed a bald, bearded man sitting not far below the statue.

He was dressed in a predominantly black mage's robe, sitting on a bench with his head bowed, seemingly lost in thought.

This is……

Morion turned his head to look at the castle not far away, then turned back to look at the bald man in front of him, and a name immediately came to mind.

This scene looks so familiar.

He suddenly smiled, moved the mask to the side of his face, walked towards the uncle, and sat down on the bench at the other end.

Sensing someone sitting down next to him, the middle-aged man slowly looked up at Morion.

He looked Morion up and down, his gaze sweeping over the lines on his face before settling on his eyes.

Suddenly, the uncle's eyes lit up.

Are you... a faded one?

He asked with some surprise.

The faded one?

This is a misconception that he is a faded person.

Moraine touched her face and immediately understood what had happened.

Is it because I don't see "blessing"?

The faded ones are a special kind of existence in the border areas.

In the border region, people see a "blessed golden light," a blessing from the golden tree.

Those whose eyes have lost their golden light of blessing are those who have lost the golden light of blessing in their eyes.

The first to fade were warriors who followed Gofulei in his campaigns. They were first rewarded after the establishment of the nation, and then later expelled from the borderlands, losing their blessings.

However, the original group of Faded Ones has almost become extinct, with many dying or being wounded. Now, in a broader sense, "Faded Ones" mostly refers to the descendants of those warriors or other people who have lost their blessing.

Of course, there is another special category of "faded ones".

Those are creatures that have never received the blessings of the Golden Tree and do not belong to the Golden Tree system.

So in a sense, Moraine can also be considered one of the "faded ones".

"Um...I...I guess so." Morion nodded, answering the man's question, his voice appearing directly in the man's mind.

He had already recognized who the middle-aged man in front of him was.

Waste Rock Tops

He was a magician whom the Reallucalia Magic Academy considered "untalented".

Upon hearing Morion's voice, Tops' eyes lit up, not even caring why Morion's voice would appear directly in his mind.

He asked in a somewhat humble tone.

"Since you're a Faded One, could you... give me some runes?"

"As the saying goes, you can't judge a book by its cover. I studied at the Realucalia Academy, where I learned the magic of Radiant Stones."

"If you can give me 10 runes, I will teach you the magic of Radiant Stone."

Runes are the currency of this world.

Furthermore, this is probably a currency that will never depreciate.

Because it is both currency and energy. It is a blessing inherent in the inhabitants of the border region; it is a form of energy.

It can exist in the body as energy, or it can manifest as something golden, like a coin.

Moraine listened to his request and nodded slightly.

He didn't mind giving the magician some runes, even though he knew that the magic Topus could teach at this stage was mostly mediocre. But as long as the magic could be learned, it would be a pleasant surprise.

But he doesn't have runes now...

Thinking of this, he suddenly remembered something, and the words he was about to say but then he swallowed them back and didn't say them.

The best way to obtain runes is to kill other creatures.

Even the monsters he had killed before contained runes.

This means that...

"Wait a moment." He raised his hand, indicating that Tops should wait a moment.

Then calm down and feel the changes in your body.

Besides the potential boost from unleashing Black Flash, his body also underwent significant changes.

I could feel a surge of golden energy within my body.

This energy seems to have the inherent ability to be "quantified" and "manifested." Just by feeling it, even a complete novice like him could easily sense exactly how much this energy "quantitatively" exists.

There are a total of 3,800 runes.

The monster that was killed at the bottom of the cliff.

The two empty-handed ones were each given 500 runes, the two with bells were each given 800 runes, and the one riding a horse and its mount were given 1,000 and 200 runes respectively.

There are a total of 3,800 runes.

Moraine lowered her head and looked at the middle-aged man in front of her.