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

The moment Morion made contact with him, a vast amount of his memories, knowledge, and understanding of the Simple Realm were stolen by Morion.

Morion's "telepathy" doesn't allow him to subjectively select memories, but unfortunately, Toudou Aoi truly went through all the information she had in her mind in the instant of battle.

Especially in simple areas.

Because he had promised Morion that he would use the Simple Field, he was constantly calculating during the battle what role the Simple Field could play in that duel and where to use which move of the Shinkage-ryu.

Toudou Aoi wasn't lying; he truly made the optimal choice every time in battle.

If it weren't for Morion's telepathic abilities, he might have actually had to resort to some underhanded tactics.

Morion doubted that if he were fighting Haruta Shigemi instead of Toudou Aoi, he might not be able to defeat Toudou Aoi.

Even if "simultaneous reproduction" were possible, it would probably be difficult.

Morion found it hard to say how effective his spells would be against Toudou Aoi.

After all, he was someone who could render three years' worth of memories in a few seconds under extreme circumstances, and Moraine doubted how long it would take him to fill his brain.

The swarm network was operating at high speed, and Lianyun sensed the interconnected pheromones and curiously approached.

"Are you going to join in too?" Morion patted Lianyun's head. "But I feel like you're a little slow."

In contrast, the Brilliant Rabbit was quite self-aware, simply staring at Morion with its wide red eyes.

Harsh words wound the butterfly's heart.

The rain fell dejectedly on Morion's head, like a hat covering him.

“What’s wrong with that?” Morion stroked her fluffy head gently. “You don’t need to be too smart, you just need to be happy.”

He didn't want Lianyun to connect to the swarm network. After receiving too much information, anyone would gradually become rational and lose their childlike innocence.

Rather than having a little bit of negligible computing power, he would prefer that Lianyun have a happy childhood.

She is, after all, the eldest daughter.

Hmm... Although Lianyun has already transformed into a butterfly, theoretically he is already an adult insect.

But Moraine pretended she hadn't thought of it.

*Pfft*

He raised his hand, and a crack appeared in his palm. A large number of fireflies sprayed out from his palm, gathered together, and transformed into a long knife made of fireflies.

Morion gripped the firefly-shaped longsword, thought for a moment, and then cast a spell on several cyborgs not far away, drawing their attention.

They were monsters over two meters tall, some fat and some slender, with distorted features and various colors, walking and crawling slowly.

Morion could see the power of their will emanating from them.

I want to die...

This is a cyborg who has been altered by "The Real Man," one of the Four Calamities. His soul has been tampered with, causing his body to mutate.

But the real person is an extremely wicked guy. He likes to preserve the original consciousness of the cyborgs but doesn't let them control their bodies, which makes it impossible for them to even commit suicide.

These cyborgs can only act on their altered instincts and have no control over their bodies.

But this is exactly what Moraine can control.

Morion lowered his center of gravity, squatted on the ground, gripped the hilt of the sword with one hand and the scabbard with the other, and held the long sword horizontally in front of him.

"New Yinliu·Xiyue."

He had seen this technique in Lianyun's memories; Kusakabe had used it once.

It can unleash several slashes quickly, and when combined with its domain, it can exert considerable power.

Having basically digested the "Fighting Scholar" potion, knowing its general appearance meant he wasn't far from mastering it.

After all, it's not a difficult technique; it's just a simple draw slash.

"Simple Domain..."

The simplified area of ​​Shinkage-ryu has a relatively beginner-friendly aspect.

That is, it can be used by "binding" so that even those who are not so skilled can use it easily.

For example, Miwa Kasumi can use the constraint of "keeping both feet on the ground" to create a simple domain.

Only a few people, such as Kusakabe, can do it without paying any price.

The greater the cost, the easier it is to utilize the simplified domain...

"To create a bond, the price of which is the complete destruction of the body, skin, bones, and internal organs after use, thus opening a simplified domain."

This is a suicidal constraint that minimizes the conditions for opening the simplified realm, giving even the newest newcomers a chance to successfully open it.

call!

A ring of magical power spread out from beneath his feet, enveloping all the cyborgs.

Draw the knife from its sheath.

brush!

The next second, Moraine appeared behind the cyborgs, and a diagonal line appeared on each of their necks.

"Ah, I guess I'm still more used to using my fists. A knife isn't out of the question, but I'm just not used to it."

Morion sheathed his sword, causing it to transform back into a swarm of insects that surged into his body. He turned and smiled at the cyborgs behind him.

Pfft!

At the same time, Moraine's body also split open and fell into pieces.

He collapsed to the ground like a sand dune that had been pushed over, scattering into a pile of insects.

But soon, he quickly drew inward, allowing himself to merge back together.

Chapter 69 Real Person

Shibuya, underground, subway station.

The cyborgs are densely packed together here, each with their own strange and disgusting appearance.

They surrounded the two humans.

They are Nanaka Kenjin and Zenji Naokijin, respectively.

Nanami Kento's suit jacket was covered in dried blood clots and had been thrown away, leaving only a blue shirt.

The Zen monks were even more direct, having already torn off their shirts and gone shirtless.

Blood splattered and flesh exploded amidst the cyborgs. Nanami Kento, wielding his blunt sword, and Zenin Naoki, holding the top-grade spell artifact Yuun, fought their way through the cyborgs' encirclement, leaving a trail of blood and gore.

If these modified humans were placed into the criteria for judging sorcerers, almost none of them would be ranked as second-level sorcerers; most would fluctuate around third level. For two first-level sorcerers, facing them would be no different from facing ordinary people.

They could even talk to each other while fighting.

On the one hand, it was indeed relaxing, and on the other hand, it was to relieve the slightly overly tense emotions.

"It was a pleasure working with you today, Shichikai-ichi." Zenin Naokijin twirled his three-section staff and easily smashed the head of a cyborg.

"I heard you've been saving money, planning to go live abroad?"

"Hmm." Nanami Kento nodded, took a step forward, held his glasses with his left hand, and swung his right hand forward, striking the cyborg in front of him on the neck at the three-seven point. The cyborg's neck was instantly sliced ​​open like tofu being cut by a cleaver.

Having faced a top-tier cursed spirit together, their relationship has become quite good, and it's not impossible for them to talk about more private matters.

"Where do you want to go?" Zenji Naohito also activated his technique, his movements becoming so fast that they could not be seen clearly.

"I haven't decided yet, but I think I'll go to Kuantan. It's a nice place." The blunt blade fell, cleaving the cyborg in two at an angle.

Nanami Kento answered in a low voice.

Kuantan? The capital of Pahang state in Malaysia?

"Yes." Nanami Kento nodded.

"There are beaches and the sea there. I can build a house by the empty sea, and I can slowly turn the pages of many books I've bought but haven't read yet..."

Nanami Kento leaned back, dodging the tall cyborg's arm that had been transformed into a scythe, and then raised his blunt blade to sever its head.

"What you're saying sounds like a character's last words before filming ends, haha." Zenin Naohito laughed so hard his beard trembled.

"A little," Nanami Kento did not deny.

"I'm exhausted. I've done enough."

"Pyromancers are shit, and their jobs are shit."

"I will leave after this battle is over and never come back."

His voice remained relatively steady, but his movements visibly quickened.

It's clear that his resentment towards his job has been brewing for a long time.

"Is that so? I should have turned the previous cursed embryo into a cursed tool. Maybe it could have fulfilled your wish."

"I want to get away from the world of sorcerers."

"Oh, I see." Zenji Naokijin understood.

After thinking for a moment, he suddenly spoke.

"You blocked an attack for me before, right?"

"In that field."

"Of course," Nanami Kento replied simply.

"Should be? Indeed. But the head of the Zen family is very valuable, and I'm an old relic of several decades."

"Let's say you get ten million yen."

That's roughly 400,000 RMB.

"You want it from me?" Nanami Kento joked as he raised his sword to strike.

"Hahaha, of course I'm giving it to you." Zenji Naobi laughed as he inserted the not-at-all-sharp three-section staff into the front of the cyborg's head and out from the back.

Soon, the cyborgs in the platform were cleared out, and the two were almost unharmed except for some blood on their bodies.

"Is your incantation power still sufficient?" Zenji Naokijin asked, holding the leftmost and rightmost ends of the three-section staff in each hand, looking at Nanami Kento.