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

Triss's pupils suddenly contracted.

He braced himself against a nearby pillar with one hand to steady himself.

"What are you afraid of? It's all fake." That smiling voice continued to echo in my mind.

Fake? What's fake?

Does he mean the tentacle in front of him is fake? Or an illusion?

Just as Triss was about to say something, he saw the tentacle slam down forcefully, smashing a hole in the ship's plank.

The tentacles were embedded in the pit.

More and more tentacles emerged from beneath the water, slapping against the boat one by one and wrapping around its hull.

The ship suddenly sank downwards.

You're saying this is fake?

"Who exactly are you?"

Tris forced himself to calm down.

Since the other party is willing to communicate, then it's not that we can't talk.

He wanted to instigate, but he never intended to die here.

Guided by spiritual intuition, Triss strained to look up at the top of the cabin.

He saw a sneer mask.

He had noticed the commotion a while back, which made Triss somewhat wary, so he took advantage of the chaos to hide.

"Morrain?" Triss asked in confusion.

Unusual clothing, strange mask, fluorescent patterns all over the body...

Everything about him seemed abnormal, but he would always subconsciously ignore it.

“Who exactly are you…” Triss’s pupils contracted sharply.

He had seen Sequence 7 before, and he had also seen similar methods of invisibility.

But he didn't think a Sequence 7 could do that.

He was right in front of me, and there were so many unusual things. But unless he spoke, I wouldn't notice anything.

This is at least a Sequence Six!

"What do you want to do?" Triss gripped the dagger tightly.

If it's sequence six...

boom!

The Clover shook violently once again.

But Morion wasn't in a hurry at all.

He was on the roof of the cabin, swaying to a rhythm that Triss couldn't hear, and looked to be in a particularly good mood.

“I already told you, this is fake.” Morion sat relaxed on the roof of the cabin and said with a grin, “I don’t have the ability to create a real sea monster that big.”

He held the mask on his face and communicated with Tris using "Synchronous Spells".

There was nothing he could do; he simply couldn't speak Rune.

Fortunately, the "Simultaneous Spell" directly sends Morion's intended words into the target's mind.

"Relax, calm down, and feel it carefully." Moraine held up one finger and shook his head.

"As long as you believe it doesn't exist, it won't harm you."

Upon hearing this, Triss forced himself to calm down through meditation.

After all, when faced with a mid-sequence powerhouse two sequences higher than himself, he had no choice but to comply.

Then, he looked at the tentacles around him again and found that they had indeed become faintly visible.

A tentacle brushed past his feet, grazed his calf, but then passed right through him...

Then they tore down the fence in one go.

“But it’s dismantling the ship!” Tris blurted out.

This sea monster can't hurt him, but it can damage the ship!

If the ship sinks, he won't survive at all.

“Yes,” Moraine tilted his head and made a “helpless” gesture, “because there are many people on this ship who believe in its existence.”

“You are the ones who created it,” Moraine said with a smile.

"I simply helped you gather your wishes together."

He made a "gather" gesture.

"This is a sea monster... that can only harm this ship and the people on it."

Moraine adjusted her mask, raised her head, and looked up at the sky, at the power of will that filled the entire ship.

"A whole week..."

"A great deal of emotion gathered on the ship and lingered for a long time."

"On the path of 'joy,' humor and sarcasm possess equal power, and whether fear or laughter ultimately manifests is unimportant." Morion sat atop the cabin, his voice reaching Tris's ears.

Triss couldn't understand what fate was.

But he instinctively felt something was wrong.

"The will to survive, the bloodthirsty instinct, the unrestrained release of humanity, the ruthless pursuit of survival..." Morion touched his mask.

"Thank you so much for helping me 'incite' these emotions. I definitely couldn't have done it on my own."

He lowered his head again.

He sat relaxed on the edge of the cabin roof, his left leg crossed and his right leg hanging down.

“I can tell you right now how to make this sea monster die easily, how about it?” He put his finger to his lips, his tone full of laughter.

He originally intended to call this creation "phantom species".

Unfortunately, the name "Phantom Species" was already registered.

Really sorry.

Triss isn't stupid.

On the contrary, he is very smart.

When Morion first reminded him that "this sea monster does not exist," he had already thought of a solution.

But he wondered what use the law was.

There's nothing he can do.

Morion continued speaking.

"Go and try it. If you can convince everyone that this sea monster doesn't exist."

"Then it will disappear immediately."

Moraine's voice grew increasingly cheerful.

As the instigator, Triss immediately realized that Morion had not been lying from beginning to end.

But...but...

He instinctively turned his head and just saw the sea monster forcefully swing its tentacles, snapping a mast in half.

How is he supposed to convince everyone else that this is fake?!

He turned back again and looked at Morion.

Moraine gently shrugged.

"Keep it up!"

Chapter 5 The Azure Avenger

Triss turned around and looked at the deck.

The appearance of the sea monster caused the two sides that were fighting to temporarily cease their exchange of fire.

Everyone huddled in a corner, watching in fear the tentacles that roamed the ship, occasionally tearing off a plank.

Cries, wails, and curses kept reaching his ears.

As an instigator who had long since abandoned his conscience, he felt no pity for these voices.

He just found it noisy.

As the screams rang out, Triss noticed that the tentacles had become even more ferocious.

"Damn it, these idiots!" Tris cursed under his breath as he charged into the arena.

He went straight through the tentacles to the center of the deck.

"Everyone! Listen to me!" The ship rocked and swayed, but Triss walked as if on flat ground.

“Don’t be afraid, everyone,” Triss’s voice echoed throughout the ship. “This is a very special sea monster. As long as we pretend it doesn’t exist, it can’t harm us.”

Triss used his extraordinary abilities as an instigator to infuse his voice with spirituality, allowing it to reach everyone's ears clearly.

"Calm down, everyone calm down." His voice carried an extraordinary quality that made people unable to help but believe him.

Many people turned their attention to him.

Most people didn't believe him, but his abilities made them waver a little.

After all, he was the instigator of Sequence Eight.

Triss deliberately walked onto one of the tentacles and let one of his legs pass through it.

"You see, as long as we don't believe in its existence, it can't even touch us."