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

See it clearly!

I actually saw it clearly!

Moraine raised a hand and reached for the bullet.

call!

Blue "flames" ignited in his palm.

It's not quite a flame, really. It's hard to describe its shape. It's more like a wind that's been tinted, or something like an "aura" that's been colored.

This is a manifestation of the release of magical power.

Pfft!

He caught the bullet firmly.

"Eh?"

Moraine herself was taken aback for a moment.

My actions just now were entirely instinctive.

He never imagined he would catch a bullet with his bare hands, let alone that he would actually succeed.

Moraine's act of catching the bullet with her bare hands startled the thugs nearby.

A barrage of bullets immediately rained down on him.

boom! boom! boom!

At the same time, the "flames" in Morion's palm spread throughout his body, setting his entire body ablaze.

Morion recalled the comics he had read and covered his entire body with magical power.

Bullets clattered against him, but he deflected them all.

Originally, with his total amount of spell power, it would not have been possible to cover his entire body.

It's difficult to cover even one hand.

But this time, Moraine found that she did it with ease.

Sensing the cursed power covering his body, Morion suddenly realized something.

His magical power was quite different from that of Morion, the sorcerer, in his memory.

Whether in terms of quality or quantity.

“Wow,” Morion sighed softly.

In the world of Jujutsu Kaisen, the ranks are divided into five levels.

Level 4, Level 3, Level 2, Level 1, and Special Level.

Assuming that ordinary weapons can damage cursed spirits:

A level four cursed spirit is one that an ordinary person could potentially defeat with a wooden stick.

A level three cursed spirit is roughly equivalent to one that can be dealt with using a modern handgun.

A level two cursed spirit can barely be killed by hitting it multiple times with a slingshot gun.

A level one cursed spirit might not be killed even if it were hit by a tank shell.

Finally, there's the Special Class, which is something that even carpet bombing cannot harm.

The sorcerer's rating is based on their ability to fight spirits one level higher on a daily basis.

For example, a level 3 sorcerer can usually take on a level 2 spirit in a one-on-one fight.

Before entering the space, Morion was already at the fourth level of sorcerer, or even lower.

After all, Moraine had never received systematic training and his physical condition was ridiculously poor.

Most importantly, in the world view of Jujutsu Kaisen, even ordinary people have jujutsu power, while Jujutsu Morion had no jujutsu power in his body before he transmigrated, and his body had not been modified by jujutsu power itself to any extent.

Others are level four sorcerers, that's because they only have level four skill.

Morion is a level four sorcerer because the lowest level is only level four.

He truly deserves the title of the most unsung sorcerer in history.

Reggie, dubbed by netizens as the most unsung sorcerer in history, has nothing to compare with him.

However, now, the spellcaster Morion seems to have been strengthened after synchronizing with his other selves.

Synchronization is comprehensive.

This includes physical fitness, acquired abilities, internal energy, and even the body's inherent talents.

He seems to have combined the spell power of the sorcery world, the spiritual power of the mystery world, and the destiny power of the collapsing iron world. The three can be transformed into each other and each has some of the characteristics of the other.

Ordinary people don't have much spirituality, and those who have just embarked on their destiny path don't have much destiny power either.

But now Morion, already empowered by the mask, has single-handedly absorbed all the wishes generated by the entire crew of a ship over the past week.

The outdated handguns of this era were completely ineffective against him.

Kill them...

Moraine raised his hands, and a great deal of spirituality, magical power, and destiny power, along with the power of will, gathered in his hands.

I want to go home... I want to live... I want to see my family...

His movements stopped.

The next moment, these complex energies rapidly moved downwards, reaching the legs.

Bang!

The strange masked man who had been standing in the center of the field, covered in "flames," suddenly disappeared, and a hole appeared in the ceiling above his head.

Moraine smashed through the ceiling and jumped onto the ship's roof.

He forced himself to sit down, patted his head, and felt that his emotions were very unstable.

A person who has just become a journeyman of destiny absorbs the extreme emotions and extreme willpower accumulated by nearly a hundred people on a ship over a week.

Moraine felt she was starting to feel overwhelmed.

He was corrupted by the power of his own will.

tick.

Water droplets fell

It started raining.

Just as Morion had predicted, there was a downpour today.

He was on the rooftop, touching his mask, lost in thought.

As she pondered, Moraine had a new idea.

…………

Originally, Tris, who was the first to rush out, had somehow retreated to a corner and hidden in the darkness using his assassin abilities, a smile on his lips.

It started raining, and a strong wind picked up.

It looks like there's going to be a storm today, which is quite fitting for the current situation.

Triss thought silently.

Soon, it started to rain.

It started as a light rain, but quickly turned into a downpour.

Triss's smile grew increasingly joyful.

He felt his potion being completely digested.

This instigation was the final step in his digestion of the potion.

but……

Isn't it too bland?

He heard a voice coming from the depths of his own heart.

No, that's enough.

Triss tilted his head back with delight.

I can already feel the complete digestion of the potion.

No, I say, it's not enough.

He heard that voice again.

This time, Triss finally realized something was wrong.

At first, he thought it was his own idea, that he was asking himself the question.

But how could I possibly contradict myself?

He forced his eyes open and quickly looked around.

Are there any extraordinary beings on this ship?

who is it?

where?

"who……"

He had just uttered a single word.

boom!

Suddenly, the ship jolted violently.

Whoosh!

The water surface churned.

Amidst the violent waves, a giant tentacle emerged from the water.