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

After a few hours.

After soaking in the water for several hours, Morion, whose body was somewhat swollen, walked out of the bathroom wearing a bathrobe.

White flames covered his entire body, and his skin, which had been soaked and rotten by the water, quickly recovered in the next moment.

First, soak the skin until it rots, then new skin will grow.

Without a doubt, there is no better way to get clean than taking a bath.

This is basically like shedding its skin once.

Stepping out of the washroom, Morion looked at the insect offspring in the room and suddenly realized that the number was not right.

He raised his hand, letting a moth land on his fingertip, and asked:

"Why does it seem like a few are missing?"

"You ate your brothers and sisters again?"

There are many kinds of insects, and many of them have a predator-prey relationship.

Therefore, in the period immediately following the emergence of the offspring, it was common for insect swarms to prey on each other.

Some of the smarter insects are intelligent enough to realize that their "prey" are actually "family members" and will release them. However, most offspring do not possess this intelligence. At most, they are slightly more intelligent than normal insects and can understand human speech a little better, but they mostly act on instinct.

“No,” the moth flapped its wings, responding to Morion’s question with pheromones, “they went out to play.”

“I see,” Morion said with satisfaction, stroking the little moth’s wings in his hand. “That’s wonderful.”

It seems that his teaching during this period has indeed been quite effective.

Morion snapped his fingers as he released the small moth.

"Snap." A crisp sound rang out.

The scattered willpower within the room materialized into pure energy, flowing into the bodies of the insect offspring and becoming the various forms of energy needed by organisms such as proteins and vitamins.

This has always been how Morion's insect offspring replenish their food and nutrients.

After all, the spaceship's artificial intelligence wouldn't share food with the insects, and Moraine wasn't keen on seeing them kill each other.

Morion didn't know if wish power could create food out of thin air; in any case, he couldn't.

However, it is possible to directly convert it into the energy needed by living organisms.

After finishing all this, he straightened his yukata, put on his slippers, pushed open the door, and came to the fan-shaped area in the folded space.

The walls beside him automatically unfolded to reveal a square door large enough for one person to pass through. Morion passed through the door and entered the cockpit of the "Rare and Wonderful".

"Pinocconi, the star of the event, announces that it will invite the famous singer Miss Robin to sing for the [Harmony Grand Ceremony]."

"As a long-standing tradition of the Star of the Grand Gathering, the grand ceremony, held only once every Amber Era, brings together countless believers of the Harmony Ceremony to pray for a bright future for the universe."

A sound reached Morion's ears.

On the dashboard not far away was a machine that emitted sounds, one female and one male voice appearing one after the other.

It was a glass plate that defied the laws of physics, floating vertically in the air, facing the direction of the silver branch, with pictures and words flashing on it.

Yinzhi sat in the driver's seat, still wearing her spotless armor, with a book on her lap.

He kept his head down, silently flipping through the pages. Noticing Morion's arrival, he turned around, smiled, and nodded at Morion.

Morion looked around and soon spotted his offspring.

As he expected, many of the insect offspring came to the cockpit to find Silverbranch after leaving the room.

Most of them are insects such as butterflies.

Silver branches' affinity is indeed quite attractive to insect offspring with very low intelligence and basically only instincts.

Moreover, for some reason, Silver Branch does indeed attract insects very easily. Although most of the time she encounters giant true stinging insects, which Silver Branch considers to be "ugly" offspring of [breeding].

The insect offspring circled the silver branch, listening to the sounds coming from the machine.

"Miss Robin is a superstar who has received much attention in the galaxy. She has won many top honors and her heavenly voice has spread throughout the world."

That looks like a radio.

Soon, an image appeared on the glass plate.

It was a blue-haired girl who looked very young. A ring floated above her head, and a pair of small white wings grew from behind her ears.

"It is understood that during this celebration, the robin will sing a hymn to the God of Harmony in the name of the [family], thus opening the ceremony."

"Interstellar Peace Corporation will broadcast the entire celebration live, sending music and best wishes to thousands of stars around the world."

"Listening to the interstellar peace broadcast?" Morion went over and sat down in his seat from yesterday.

"Yes," Yinzhi smiled warmly and closed the book in her hand. "Good afternoon. I hope you're comfortable here."

“Afternoon?” Morion thought for a moment. “I don’t think I should be sleeping until the afternoon.”

“I found you at eight in the morning, and it’s now 3 p.m.,” Silverbrush explained. “So, you really only slept for a few system hours.”

“Oh, I see,” Moraine said knowingly. “Staying in space all the time makes time go out of control.”

Yinzhi nodded in understanding:

"Yes, this is a common problem when traveling through space, and the different times on different planets can also affect the traveler's journey."

Yinzhi always makes people feel that he empathizes with them.

Morion mobilized his willpower to "feed" his offspring who had just missed "eating," then tilted his head and looked at the book in Silver Branch's hand.

"So, what's this all about?" he asked curiously.

He noticed that Yinzhi was holding a dictionary.

“Oh, it’s like this,” Silver Branch explained patiently. “I noticed that your children don’t seem to have any names, so I’m going to think of some for you to consider.”

"I've already thought of over three thousand names. You can take a look later..."

"Wait," Morion quickly raised his hand to stop him, "You want to help me name them?"

“Yes,” Silver Branch said matter-of-factly, “but don’t worry, I won’t interfere with a father naming his child. It’s just that you have quite a few offspring, and I want to do my part.”

He said very seriously:

"I can tell that this must be your first time being a father, so you should show more care and love to your child."

“Hmm… your children…” He paused, “You do have quite a few children, and it’s certainly difficult to give each one the same love. So, by Idrila’s grace, I will help you.”

"Ugh, so dazzling." Morion felt like he was looking directly at the sun.

Stop talking, stop talking, I'm a terrible father...

I'm sorry for being born.

Just then, Moraine and Silverbranch suddenly felt the spaceship "Rarely Seen" shudder slightly and deviate from its original course.

"Huh? Is there something wrong with it?" Morion immediately found something to change the subject, pointing to the control panel behind Silverbranch.

Yinzhi turned her head and glanced at it, immediately understanding the situation.

“It’s not broken.” He shook his head. “It’s just that there are people nearby who need help.”

He stood up and extended his hand to Moraine.

"In the name of [Pure Beauty], Mr. Morion, I wonder if I might have the honor of inviting you to assist me in providing help to those in need."

“Oh, of course.” Morion grasped Silverbranch’s hand. “After all, that’s exactly what you did to me yesterday.”

Chapter 58 Rescue

“I’ll go change my clothes first,” Morien said to Silverbranch as she stood up.

He's still wearing a bathrobe, which is really inconvenient.

The clothes I changed out of a few hours ago were a bit dirty, but fortunately, that was no problem at all for the "Rare and Unparalleled" in the interstellar age.

Washing and drying together probably take less than ten seconds.

Yinzhi smiled and nodded, indicating that there was no problem.

He gently raised his hand, and immediately a magnificent spear and a piece of cloth appeared in his hand. He began to carefully wipe his weapons.

He wanted to ensure that when he was promoting "purity and beauty," there was not a single speck of dirt on his body or his weapons.

Seeing this, Moraine was filled with envy.

Making things out of thin air, that's great!

If he could do that too, he could store the insect offspring in a dedicated space, instead of having to carry them around on his body every time he moved them.

Perhaps we can combine mysterious ritual magic, spell barrier magic, magic ring magic, and omnipotent destiny power to create a space.

It's unclear whether the division and replication of [reproduction] can affect space.

Putting that matter out of her mind, Morion looked at the insects beside Silverbranch, intending to call them back together.

But when I looked around, I found that they had already disappeared.

"Hey," Moraine chuckled, "You're pretty fast."

After he finished speaking, he calmed down and relaxed his body.

Silver Branch, who had just wiped his equipment a couple of times, suddenly felt something was wrong.

He looked up at Morion.

For some reason, he felt that Morion's condition had suddenly become exceptionally good for a moment.

It's like an athlete who has just woken up one second and is ready to warm up and compete the next.

Morien smiled and gave Silver a thumbs up, then turned and walked towards her room.

Just a second ago, he entered the synchronization space, let his other selves know he was safe, and indicated that he had escaped.

However, he didn't get any synchronization this time.

The time flow rates in the three worlds of Mystery, Collapse Iron, and Magic Ring are not significantly different.

Several hours have passed here, and the other two sides are in similar condition.

It's hard to say whether even a minute has passed in the rest of the world.