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

Morion looked around and saw several sorcerers arriving one after another.

“No, I’m not going to stop you.” Morion raised a hand. “I’m looking forward to it.”

"I see," said the man, his voice trembling with amusement.

"Perhaps we are the same kind of people."

“No need,” Moraine shook his head. “Not just anyone can be my son.”

"Goodbye."

brush!

Lian Yun grabbed Morion's hand, pulled him along, and flew into the sky, leaving this place behind.

Chapter 75 Synchronization Space Upgrade

Within the synchronous space.

Watching Morion, the Spellcaster, return to fry fish, Morion, the Ironclad, looked away.

He put his hands on his hips, looked at the empty space in front of him, and felt that something was missing.

It's too spacious.

"It would be great if we had a few more tables and chairs," he said.

"It doesn't need to be as high-class as Klein's. After all, it's just me, and there's no need to show off, but it's good to have some style."

"Lying or sitting on the ground all the time isn't a good thing..."

Once the mysterious Morion becomes a demigod, they should be able to control information and directly create objects.

"Iron Morion thought."

As he was pondering, something suddenly appeared in the space, appearing out of thin air without any special effects, just appearing directly in front of him.

It was a round table and a few chairs with backrests, the kind you'd find in a restaurant.

Beng Tie Morion blinked.

"Oh?" Looking at the suddenly appearing table and chairs, he seemed to have discovered a new world. "What's this?"

He walked up to the table and tapped it, making a clicking sound.

I tried sitting in the chair again.

The chair was soft, just as he had imagined.

"Wow," he exclaimed, "how come this new feature suddenly appeared?"

It shouldn't have existed before.

“Hmm,” he said, sitting in his chair and looking at the table in front of him, tentatively offering a new idea, “While I said it doesn’t need to be as exaggerated as Klein’s, isn’t this too simplistic?”

But this time, the space did not react.

"Gulp, no response." Bengti Morion tapped the chair.

So what's the difference between that failed attempt just now and the one where I imagined the chair here before?

Morion began to reminisce.

He didn't seem to be giving a strong enough message.

So he calmed down and carefully described what was in his mind...

I don't know how much time has passed.

The space rippled slightly once more, and two more people entered the space one after the other.

The former was wearing loose-fitting dojo training clothes, while the latter was wearing a very fashionable long trench coat. They were also wearing sunglasses.

"Isn't it summer there?" One-Punch Morion asked curiously to the Mysterious Morion behind him.

“It’s almost September, and Tingen is located near the north, so the temperature has already started to drop,” the enigmatic Morion replied. “Besides, I can actively lower the perceived temperature without worrying about heatstroke.”

While they were chatting, the two suddenly saw lights coming from not far away.

"A lamp?" the enigmatic Morion asked in confusion.

There is absolutely no light here, so the idea that Moraine can see each other is purely mystical and has no connection to science whatsoever.

But now they actually saw a light.

"Is this a new employee?"

"Is the newcomer a guiding light?"

The two curiously approached and then saw a "room".

It was a not particularly spacious "room" with a wooden floor. The size was about the same as a normal hotel single room, with only a single bed, a table, a set of chairs, and a wardrobe.

The "room" has no walls, and the description of it as "relatively spacious" refers to only the carpeted area being considered the interior of the room.

If the boundaries aren't defined in this way, then this room, like the entire space, is so vast that it seems boundless.

This is Morion's room before he traveled through time.

Lying in bed, Bengte Morion immediately sat up and began to boast to his other self about his new discovery.

“The space has been upgraded, and it seems like we can create some things in the real world.” He stretched out his hand. “However, I just tried it, and the things that appear can only exist in this space. We can’t take them to other worlds, nor can we create anything with life.”

One Punch Morion and Mysterious Morion synchronized with Iron Morion one after the other.

"Really?" Morion reached out and grabbed a suitcase.

That was a space-folding suitcase that Bourne Morion had acquired from the planet attacked by the Zerg swarm.

He opened it and took a look.

"Oh! It really does have the effect of folding space."

Meanwhile, the enigmatic Morion walked to the table and tried pointing forward.

In an instant, several more items appeared on the table.

It consisted of a deer antler, an eyeball, a bottle of blood, a few feathers, a pair of eyes, and some pieces of paper.

This is a potion recipe for a Sequence Seven wizard.

Main ingredients: the horn of the deer-headed beastman, and the eyeball of the gray bird grandmother.

Additional materials: 100 ml of Deer-Headed Orc blood, 9 feathers of the Gray Bird Grandmother, 1 pair of the deceased's eyes, and 1 copy of the previous wizard's notes.

Morion has seen these mysterious artifacts in person or in illustrations.

As for "the notes of previous wizards," the enigmatic Morion used the manuscript of his teacher, Tops.

"What do you want to do?" One-Punch Morion asked curiously.

"I was thinking, if things with special effects can also be materialized, could I drink potions in this space a few times, dozens of times, or hundreds of times to increase my adaptability?"

"Although I don't know if potions have any such concept of 'adaptability,' I'll drink them a few hundred times first, so I should be able to accept them better when I advance in rank, right?"

As he spoke, he conjured a large-capacity thermos and threw all the ingredients into it.

"Ah, it failed." Beng Tie Morion, who had come over to watch, said with regret.

Inside the thermos, everything was soaking together, but they didn't blend together.

The potion should have looked like a dark green pus ball with gray, fluffy particles floating in it.

"It failed. Is it because this space cannot manifest extraordinary characteristics?" One-Punch Morion also came over, looking on curiously.

“It’s also possible that I haven’t actually come into contact with these things yet, and have only seen the illustrations, so what I’ve manifested are just some other things that look similar.” Mysterious Morion rested his chin on his hand.

“It could also be because the teacher’s manuscript doesn’t meet the standard of ‘notes of a previous wizard,’” Bengti Morion also speculated.

"Wow, that's really inconsiderate." One-Punch Morion draped his hand over Mysterious Morion, and simultaneously made a synchronized gesture.

“Exactly, exactly.” Mysterious Morion nodded in agreement.

Although none of the Moraines present had actually interacted with Tops, their synchronization was 100%.

Moraine of the French Ring established a good enough relationship with Tops that all Moraines subsequently shared that goodwill.

Tops is probably the mage with the strongest backing in the entire Reallucalia Academy right now.

“Speaking of which, the ‘me’ from the French Ring seems to have just left,” One-Punch Morion searched his memory. “Was he really planning to walk all the way to the Weeping Peninsula?”

"Oh, he got the horse."

He quickly found the information he wanted in his memory.

Morion bought a horse from a wandering merchant.

It's quite expensive, costing five thousand runes, but he can easily earn enough runes by killing just a few monsters.

Anyway, he hadn't learned how to convert runes into power yet, so he used them without feeling any regret.

"Oh, it's a spirit horse, no wonder it costs five thousand runes," the mysterious Morion commented. "But that horse can't even run as fast as he can fly, so it'll probably delay our arrival time."

"uh-huh."

Mystery 3

Chapter 76 Pollution

Blackthorn Security Company.

Klein sat on a sofa in the lounge, holding a coffee cup in one hand and a newspaper spread on his lap with the other, leaning back and casually flipping through it.

More than a month has passed since Lamorion first attended the Tarot session.

At first, after the Clover returned to Tingen, Klein was a little worried that Tris from the Gnostic Society might take revenge because he had been reported by the survivors on the ship and had to become a wanted criminal.

But Triss has been silent for over a month now.

At first, Klein was puzzled, thinking it was just his conscience acting up, until he saw a familiar name on the list of survivors.

Moraine.