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

"They're all very good, polite and well-behaved children."

"You can spread them out a little now, but don't bite anything or smear the mucus everywhere."

"And don't eat your own brothers and sisters."

He offered a reminder.

Then he stopped paying attention to the swarm of insects and began to examine the music box in his hand.

He gently wound up the clockwork, and music immediately began to play from the music box.

Moraine finds this music hard to describe, but it has an indescribable, pleasant quality.

Turn the music box over and you'll see a line of text engraved on the back of the box.

Because these fonts are included in the synesthetic beacon database, Moraine can understand them.

"We cordially invite our distinguished family members to Pinocone to join us in this grand celebration."

Moraine brought the music box to her ear and listened carefully.

Soon, he vaguely heard something in the melody.

This feeling is strange.

It's not unpleasant to hear, but if I had to put it in a nutshell, it would be "disharmony."

Moraine remembered that there was indeed an explanation in the original book.

This hidden dissonance can be interpreted as meaning:

"Take in the impossible things in your dreams, seek the legacy of the father of Pinocchio [the watchmaker], and then answer the question 'Why does life sleep?'"

Unfortunately, even though Moraine was a seer, he could only hear the discord, but could not decipher it.

He placed the music box on the table, pulled out a chair in front of it, sat down, and stretched vigorously.

"Ah... finally..."

He finally escaped.

He couldn't wait to show it off to the rest of himself.

He slowly turned his head, looked at the swarm of insects that had dispersed again not far from the bed, and smiled.

Before this, insects would sprout on his body every few minutes.

However, since Yinzhi found him, he hasn't experienced anything like this for three whole hours.

Everything is going well, and the next step is to head to Pinocchio.

Moraine is a "big bug," but he's not worried at all that Pinocchio's dream master will keep him out.

Although he always calls himself "King Insect", he has no power, no authority, and no recognition from the Insect Emperor. In the world of Collapse Iron, he is just a speed bump.

While Moraine may seem like a top-tier world in other worlds, in Pinocone, even a playful pigeon can physically traverse the atmosphere and create sparks on its wings.

Such organisms even occupy a "prey" niche in the pinocene.

To most people, Moraine is just a pitiful person who went mad from raising insects and embarked on the path of "breeding." Such people are actually quite common in the universe, especially near some ruins left behind after the global locust plague.

Encountering even a fully grown, harmonious pigeon is a matter of life and death.

"Goodnight, children," he said to the swarm.

Chapter 56 Rest

Looking at the insect offspring, Morion smiled almost unconsciously.

After saying goodnight to them, Morion slowly stood up and walked into the bathroom that was attached to the room.

The washroom was pretty much as he had imagined; it wasn't very big and was divided into two sections, with the washroom and bathroom combined into one unit.

The cubicle near the door is slightly larger, appearing to be about 5 or 6 square meters. It has a sink, a mirror, and a toilet, and a towel rack on the wall with towels and bathrobes hanging on it.

The innermost compartment has both a bathtub and a shower. It's a bit smaller, but it still has all the necessary bathing facilities.

The two sections are separated by a sliding glass door.

"Isn't this looking more and more like a hotel?" Moraine commented.

He himself is very happy about this.

After all, while the company-provided spaceships do have toilets, they don't offer showers for employees. There's only a tap and a bucket for water.

It's nothing compared to the current "Pure Beauty Hotel".

Turn on the bathtub faucet, and while the water is running, Moraine picks up the toothbrush and toothpaste from the sink, squeezes out the toothpaste, and starts brushing her teeth.

Although Silver Branch didn't show any dissatisfaction when talking to her, Morion knew that she definitely didn't smell good.

Just then, a shadow appeared in the crack below the bathroom door. Morion glanced over as if sensing something and saw insects "flowing" in through the crack like water.

Some insects entered the washroom; some climbed the walls and ceiling, while others came to Morion's feet.

Moraine, who was brushing her teeth, glanced down, biting her toothbrush, and asked somewhat indistinctly:

"What are you doing? You want to wash too?"

He put down the mouthwash cup he was holding in his other hand, raised his hand, and asked.

"How about I mobilize your willpower and make you cleansed directly?"

Even insect offspring possess willpower, though only a very, very small amount.

But fortunately, he doesn't have to worry about being swallowed up by the power of will.

However, the insect offspring gave a signal within their "network" that they did not want to achieve this all at once.

"Wow? Quite the ritualistic one?" Morion raised an eyebrow. "Shall I find you a washbasin?"

He imagined it for a moment, and it felt like blanching.

The insects wiggled their antennae, sending a signal to Moraine.

They were emitting their own pheromones, and Morion quickly understood what they meant.

Morion can wash himself; they'll clean themselves using the steam from the bathroom.

Rinse your mouth and spit out the water.

Moraine nodded.

"Okay, whatever makes you happy."

Soon, after brushing her teeth, the bathtub was almost full. Moraine took off her clothes, tossed them into the changing basket, and comfortably lay down in the bathtub, feeling completely relaxed.

Steam quickly filled the entire bathroom, making the washroom misty and foggy.

"Hoo..." Morion exhaled forcefully and raised one hand in front of his eyes.

He had several "wounds" on his hands.

Calling them wounds isn't quite accurate; the flesh has already healed, but the color of the new flesh looks a bit out of place compared to the surrounding area, not quite harmonious.

He used to rely on pain to calm himself down occasionally. In the first few months, he would sometimes scratch his body and tear off pieces of flesh.

However, the wounds from that time had already been healed after he mastered the reversal technique.

These few I have now were from a few days ago.

His reversal technique can be applied externally, but it's not very efficient. It can heal, but the scars have to heal on their own.

Having finally settled down in the real world after a long time, Morion began to carefully observe his body, which had been transported to another world several months prior.

Compared to when he first came to this world and entered the synchronization space, his body has undergone almost earth-shattering changes.

The most obvious first thing is the skin.

At first, his skin was a bit dark, but quite clean. He didn't have any tattoos or anything like that, but he had quite a few acne scars and various small bumps on his body.

He had chickenpox when he was very young. At that time, his whole body was covered in pimples. Since he didn't know much, he picked at the pimples one by one, which resulted in a patch of acne scars that he couldn't get rid of.

However, now those acne scars are gone, and my skin has become clean, smooth, and much whiter. Even the "chicken skin" that is unavoidable on normal human skin is no longer visible, and my pores are almost invisible.

Instead, fluorescent lines appeared, making it look like a tattoo.

"I guess I traded 'never being able to take the civil service exam again' for 'not bad looks'," he chuckled, touching his face, which had become quite handsome after syncing with several versions of himself, and then touching his abs.

He had wanted to build muscle for a long time, but he was always afraid of getting tired and too lazy to move.

Perhaps one day, he might even be able to turn his "good looks" into one of his weapons.

What impressed him was that Azik Eggers, the angel of death in the mysterious world, had a similar experience. He was once "stunned" by the true god of his world, Blood Emperor Arista Tudor, with just one glance.

He was so handsome that he stunned a male angel who was almost inhuman at the time, and he didn't know when he would have such an amazing appearance.

The synchronization of shared spaces is comprehensive, including not only his appearance but also his initial "ordinariness".

However, he can switch freely. He can maintain several times the "handsome" look, or he can instantly enter "super passerby mode," making himself several times more "ordinary." Combined with his special ability to reduce his presence, he is almost impossible to be discovered.

Thinking about this, Moraine suddenly felt something was wrong.

He felt that something was wrong.

Previously, he had subconsciously believed that the ability to "reduce his presence" was either the "insect hiding itself" or the mask helping him control the "loss of entropy".

But now that I think about it carefully, it feels completely wrong.

As Morion gradually embarked on his destiny, he became increasingly certain that this ability had almost nothing to do with [breeding].

Therefore, it couldn't possibly be the swarm's ability or the exploitation of "de-entropy".

Morion frowned and thought for a moment, but he couldn't think of any other similar abilities he had.

But I won't think about things I can't figure out. Anyway, it doesn't seem like a very important thing.

He quickly put that part out of his mind again, stopped caring about it, and comfortably closed his eyes, intending to take a nap in the bathtub.

Although it's not good to stay in the water all the time, it doesn't matter. The water in the bath won't damage his skin anyway, and even if his skin does get rotten, he can use the Reversal Technique to restore it.

Gradually, his breathing became steady, and he slowly fell asleep.

Chapter 57 I'm sorry for being born.