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

Turns out he was a coward.

During this period, the "Tarot Club" convened four times, and Klein only obtained two copies of Roselle's diary.

Although the diary contains a great deal of extraordinary knowledge, Moraine had already shared this knowledge with other members long before Klein obtained it.

This made Klein feel like he was being taken advantage of.

However, there is some good news as well.

Morion often shares obscure tidbits of knowledge at Tarot gatherings, from which Klein has benefited greatly. He now considers himself the most knowledgeable Night Watcher in the entire Night Watcher squad.

At a recent tarot gathering, Klein brought up a boy whose origins he himself did not know. Morion said that he came from the land of the forsaken gods.

Just as Klein took a sip of coffee, put the cup down, and casually turned a page, he suddenly heard a light tapping sound on the table.

"What's wrong?" He put down the newspaper and looked to his side.

Standing next to him was a man with black hair and green eyes. His hair was disheveled and his clothes were not neat. He had a poet-like air about him. He was wearing a white shirt, black trousers, and unbuttoned leather boots, and he was twirling his hat in his hand.

This is Leonard Mitchell, the midnight poet of Sequence 8.

"I have a new job, and I need you to do a divination for me."

"What is it?" Klein put down his newspaper and coffee.

“Take a look at this.” Leonard handed over a file folder.

This is Blackthorn Security Company, the headquarters of the Night Watchers in Tingen City, so there's no need to worry about any confidentiality rules.

“There have been a lot of lunatics in the East District lately,” Leonard said, holding an apple and taking a bite. “I need you to do a divination to see if there are any extraordinary factors involved.”

“It’s not unusual for madmen to appear in the East District. It doesn’t necessarily mean they’re involved in something extraordinary. It could also be that they’ve encountered a cult,” Klein said, opening the file as he offered his speculation.

He had been to the East District and seen what it was like there.

The people there live a life of oppression and suffering, and are always on the verge of collapse, turning into madmen or mentally ill.

If someone guides and runs a cult, they can easily bewitch a large number of people without much effort.

“No, no, no, it’s not what you think.” Leonard shook his head, took another bite of the apple, and tilted his head, gesturing for Klein to take a look first.

Klein took the documents out of the file folder and glanced at them.

The more I looked at his expression, the stranger it seemed.

“Huh? Uh… philosopher…?” he said incredulously.

“Yes, they all became madmen pursuing philosophy,” Leonard nodded.

“Some of them became silent statues, and some became madmen,” Leonard explained. “But without exception, they were all hopelessly addicted to their own philosophical thinking.”

"But that's not the point."

“Theoretically, it’s not unreasonable for those who have gone crazy from studying philosophy to become like this, but the key point is their identity.” Leonard pointed to the documents.

“Thief…vagrant…gangster…” Klein flipped through the items in his hands one by one.

He quickly found the photos.

"Hmm!" He frowned and moved the photo a little further away.

Some of those people were bloated, some were shriveled, some were rotting all over, and some had all sorts of pits and craters on their bodies.

“There’s no need for divination anymore,” he said, waving the file in his hand. “If this didn’t involve something extraordinary, I would have swallowed this file on the spot.”

“That’s what I think too.” Leonard finished the apple in the last three bites, threw away the core, and wiped his hands with a tissue. “The captain said to let us investigate. Why don’t you tell us where to start?”

“No problem.” Klein nodded without hesitation.

He brought the file closer and flipped through it.

“The victims are mainly concentrated in the East District, mostly gangsters, so let’s start our investigation from the East District and go to the places where gangsters congregate.” Klein said, taking out a penny and performing a divination to confirm the accuracy of his previous speculation and to confirm that there was indeed extraordinary involvement in this matter.

“The security in the East District has improved a lot recently. For some reason, those curly-haired baboons have been unusually well-behaved lately.” Leonard shrugged.

"It might be influenced by this incident," Klein guessed, randomly pulling out a piece of paper.

“Enmat Port, let’s go here,” he said.

…………

Enmat Port, located east of Tingen City, is one of the most famous seaports in the central part of the Kingdom of Loen. Together with Pritz Port, located to the north and south respectively, it supports more than half of Backlund's supply of materials.

At this moment, in the port of Enmat, at the gathering place of the Enmat Party.

Having just left the synchronization space, Moraine sat in a high-backed chair surrounded by a swarm of insects, his left hand outstretched, pulling on the hair of a highlander.

He was a burly man over two meters tall, covered in all sorts of tattoos.

But now, this seemingly terrifying Highlander lay sprawled on the ground, bruised and battered, with only his head raised as Morion grabbed his hair.

"Big... big brother..."

"We're really out of money..." the Highlander mumbled incoherently.

"I've given it all to you..."

“I know,” Moraine nodded. “I’m not here to ask for money today.”

His mask hung on his side, and his smile was gentle.

"I'm here today to take back the person."

"?"

"!"

The highlander's eyes widened instantly, but he dared not say anything more.

Moraine raised his free hand and waved it, his voice echoing in the minds of all the trembling gang members.

"Close the doors and windows, then scatter and get as far away as you can."

"Ok!"

The gang members, their faces bruised and swollen, who had been hiding in the corner, scattered in a panic. Some closed the windows, others drew the curtains, and then they all rushed out the front door, closing it behind them.

The highlanders dared not resist, and forced themselves to put on a fawning expression.

"Big brother, I'll do whatever you say..."

“Okay.” Morion adjusted his mask and nodded gently. “Then listen carefully.”

"Repeat it silently in your mind after me."

"The origin of philosophy, the undying murmur, the symbol of the spirit of life, the indelible consciousness."

Chapter 77 Pales and the Monocular

The origin of philosophy, the undying murmur, the symbol of the spirit of living beings, the indelible consciousness.

These words resonated in the hearts of the Highlanders.

He followed Morion and recited the first three paragraphs in his mind, but before he could even begin reciting the fourth paragraph, he suddenly felt a lightness throughout his body.

He felt his spirit detach from his body, and felt himself slowly drifting towards the sky.

He felt as if he had traveled to another world, witnessed the greatest sights in the world, touched the edge of "immortality," and gained endless knowledge...

In reality, his eyes became blank and his mouth was slightly open.

Morion loosened his grip on his hair, letting him fall to the ground.

After stretching his body, Morion stood up from his seat, and the swarm of insects that formed the seat behind him re-entered Morion's body.

Moraine looked down at the Highlander lying on the ground, waiting for his reaction.

Gradually, the bodies of the highlanders began to change.

His flesh began to twist, his features gradually became blurred, and he lay on the ground, constantly emitting information that ordinary people could not understand.

He slowly raised his head and looked at Morion with his blurred face.

then……

boom.

Moraine punched him in the face, sending him flying several meters backward.

Look at your mom.

“Wow, this looks much stronger than before,” Morion glanced at his fist. “Did He come prepared?”

He instilled in the minds of the Highlanders the honorific name of the old "unceasing murmurs".

The undying murmurs are beings beyond the true gods, lingering outside the earth, yearning for the source matter within it, but are blocked by the barrier of the astral plane.

The Highlander lying on the ground didn't need to know the meaning of those words; he only needed to "know" them.

As long as you know it, you will be contaminated.

During this period, Morion conducted several experiments and could feel that the test subjects were becoming "stronger" with each experiment.

Just like this time.

It seems that the previous attempts to "fleece" Morion have already triggered a reaction from the Outer God in the Astral Plane, who is now trying to use Morion's actions to reverse the barrier.

When Morion first instilled the name of the Outer God into these people's minds, they were only corrupted into fools who could only think about philosophy. At most, their bodies would undergo some mutations, but they would not be aggressive.

Around the third day after the experiment began, these contaminated individuals began to exhibit a degree of aggression.

They started acting like madmen, incredibly strong, requiring three or four people to restrain them.

However, they will soon begin to mutate, becoming either bloated or shriveled.

Starting from the second week, they began to have the ability to influence the minds of those around them, and now, these infected individuals seem to have become even more powerful in influencing minds.

Even Morion felt a little disoriented standing here.

But these infected people were exactly what Moraine wanted.

Semi-transparent blue crystals appeared on the back of Morion's hand, and he waved it forward.

Pyrostone Magic: Pyrostone Curve.

A pale blue arc of light was unleashed by Morion, striking the highlander's wrist as he struggled to his feet, severing all four of his limbs and sending him crashing to the ground once more.