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

He sensed that Nanami Kento's spell power output had noticeably decreased.

"It's quite taxing," Nanami Kento glanced at his watch. "But I'll recover quickly, it won't be long."

"I started working at around 15:20 p.m. today, and it's 23:17 p.m. now."

"I usually work no more than eight hours a day."

“I see. Is it a constraint related to time?” Zenji Naokijin nodded.

"Yes, I will suppress my magical power during working hours to 70% of the normal level, in exchange for a burst of magical power during overtime."

The procedure was made public.

In exchange for starting overtime three minutes earlier.

The blue cursed power instantly clung to Nanami Kento's body, restoring his cursed power, which had been mostly depleted, to almost its peak.

As a result, my physical strength has also recovered to some extent.

He sheathed his blunt knife, tore off his tie, and tied it to his fist.

"Let's continue." Nanami Kento nodded to Zenin Naokijin, indicating that he was ready.

“Okay.” Zenji Naokijin hoisted one end of Yuyun onto his shoulder.

Just then.

"Hey, long time no see, Seven-Three Diviner." A voice came from around the corner of the subway platform.

Nanami Kento and Zenji Naoki both turned their gazes toward each other.

There stood a man with long blue hair and sutures on his face.

He was quite good-looking, always smiling, and gave off the impression of being a friendly, approachable older brother next door.

But at heart he's a guy with an extremely bad personality.

A top-tier natural disaster curse spirit, born from humanity's fear of other humans and humanity's malice.

The real person glanced in the direction the two had come from.

"That direction..."

"I remember Torghan was there. What, didn't you run into him?"

At this moment, Zenji Jikiji suddenly interjected and answered the master's question.

"You mean that red octopus?"

"Ah, yes." The real man seemed to have thought of something, and the smile on his face faded slightly. "You escaped from him?"

“Heh.” Zenji Naokijin’s beard twitched as he raised the stick beside Yuyun. “He cried terribly when I smashed his head.”

"What a pity, it's just a cursed fetus that has been hatched for less than a day."

"When he died, he called out the name 'Hana-mi'. Was she your mother? I heard she was killed by Gojo Satoru."

"Is that so?" The real person closed his eyes briefly, then opened them again, his smile deepening.

"go to hell."

As soon as he finished speaking, the master flicked his finger, and something that looked like a nut with a human face was flicked towards Zenji Naoki and Nanami Kento.

Chapter 70 A Grand Chorus of Myriad Insects

The streets and alleys of Shibuya.

Something resembling a nut with a human face fell from the sky, landing on Morion below.

The "nut" expanded in mid-air, transforming into a meaty net made of strips of meat covered in sharp spikes.

Moraine looked up as the net descended upon her, neither dodging nor flinching, her expression one of utter shock.

Cyborgs?

Morion looked at the meat net falling from the sky with a puzzled expression.

He remembered that the real person should be at the subway station right now, so this was a clone.

However, clones cannot use modified humans.

The True Man's technique is called "Non-Action Transformation," which allows him to manipulate the soul of another through touch. For the True Man, the soul precedes the body, and changes to the soul will cause changes to the body as well.

Therefore, a real person can use this method to change their appearance, material, and characteristics by altering the shape and nature of their soul.

You can also change your soul through similar methods, thereby changing your body.

One can also create a clone by splitting one's own soul.

However, his clones cannot use the ability to modify humans; they can only use "non-action transformation" on themselves.

So, did he actually split his own limbs?

However, we cannot rule out the possibility that what we are seeing right now is the real body...

But so what?

He can refresh his status simply by entering the synchronization space, and might even gain a completely new combat form as a result.

Just as One Punch Morion gave all Morions the ability to controllably transform into monsters, or the Ring Morion, after crystallizing, gave all Morions the ability to crystallize their bodies on their own.

The negative effects of this active interference with Morion's form of existence will either be directly erased after Morion is synchronized, or a new form will be created for Morion.

The real person was completely restrained by Morion.

In the blink of an eye, the meat net fell.

Soon, the meat net fell to the ground, raising a cloud of dust.

"Oh? They got caught so easily?" A mocking laugh came from above the low building not far away.

A man was sitting on the roof.

He had long blue hair and his face was covered with sutures.

It's a real person.

He was the real person who should have been fighting against Nanami Kento and Zenji Naobito.

But soon, the smoke and dust dissipated, and the net was empty except for a few pieces of clothing.

"Huh?" The real man raised an eyebrow.

He clearly did not sense any magical power emanating from the person below, and he clearly saw with his own eyes that person was firmly caught in the flesh net.

How could it disappear in the blink of an eye?

Under the cover of night, a dense swarm of mosquitoes approached the real person from behind, forming a hand that poked at the back of the person's head.

dead!

The man's eyes widened instantly as he quickly sensed the threat of death.

will die!

Hesitating for even a moment will mean death!

Almost instinctively, he flipped forward, tumbling off the building and landing on the ground, where he rolled forward once before standing up again.

He turned around sharply and looked back at the spot where he had been sitting.

There, swarms of mosquitoes gathered, but they had no magical powers and were too small to be seen in the darkness without prior notice.

A hand floats among the swarm of insects.

Soon, the swarm of insects began to converge behind the wrist, gradually forming a complete human shape.

"Don't you know that mosquitoes dissolve in the air in summer?" The swarm of insects coalesced into a complete Morion, and the tiny insect offspring formed a hooded mage's robe as clothing. "That's common sense."

"It seems you've never experienced being woken up by mosquitoes in the middle of the night and not being able to find your target."

“Mosquitoes never used to bother me.” The real man smiled and reached out to touch the fleshy web on the ground. The point of contact quickly merged with it, and the entire web was immediately absorbed by him.

"By the way, are you really not from our side?"

"Insect curses and the like."

“Haha,” Moraine raised his hand and pulled down the hood on his head, “How much do you look down on me?”

"It has to be a life-spell spirit, right?"

“Is that so?” The real man smiled and looked at Morion. “Then, Mr. Life Curse Spirit.”

"What was that just now? Can you tell me?" he asked directly. "Revealing the spell's formula can make your abilities more effective, right?"

He had seen this kind of constraint before.

“Haha, yeah.” Morion laughed.

"Hahaha." The real person laughed too.

"Hahaha."

Two bursts of laughter echoed in the alley for several seconds.

The two laughed for a while, then Morion suddenly stopped laughing and looked speechless.

Do you think I'm an idiot?

"I've already told you about instant-death effects, how much higher can you go?"

"I'll tell you when you figure it out yourself."

"Ah...is that so? That's a real shame." The real man's left hand quickly changed, taking on a metallic sheen and transforming into a machine gun.

In the past, people always avoided him and dared not let him touch them, but now it's the other way around.

"So my ability is this disgusting?" He pointed the machine gun at Morion.

"Huh? You want to go gunfight with me?" Moraine laughed and stretched out a hand, extending his thumb and forefinger to make a gun shape, with his forefinger pointing at the real person.

Blue crystals appeared on his face, neck, and exposed parts of his arms.

"Hey?" The real person was puzzled for a moment, but quickly stopped caring.

His hand, which had transformed into a machine gun, spun around, and bullets made of flesh were fired from the muzzle, heading towards Morion.