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

Snapped.

Moraine snapped his fingers.

On Moraine's finger, an illusory and unreal moth appeared.

This moth is white, about the size of a palm, and looks somewhat fuzzy. But if you look closely, you'll find that this moth seems a bit unreal and illusory. You can see what's behind it through it, and looking at it for too long can make you feel dizzy.

“Go.” Morion gently extended his hand, sending the moth flying toward the Highlander whose limbs had been severed and who was unable to move.

His face is now blurred, and his features are no longer visible. All that can be seen is his mouth, which is wide open, and you can hear him constantly screaming something.

The sound was surprisingly rhythmic, like singing.

Morion picked at his ear and urged, "Hurry up, this thing is giving me a headache."

The moth flapped its wings, indicating that it understood.

Soon, it flew to the face of the monster that the Highlander had transformed into, and landed on the face with its features blurred.

Then, it melted into it.

It penetrated the face and merged into it.

The monster's roars gradually faded and disappeared little by little.

Finally, it lowered its head, seemingly lost in thought.

Moraine waited patiently, one second, two seconds.

After more than ten minutes, holes appeared on the face with indistinct features, and one after another, semi-illusory moths emerged from them.

Morion smiled and beckoned them to his side.

Extraordinary traits are simply too expensive, and practical extraordinary traits are also extremely hard to find. As for Morion, he has always considered himself a law-abiding citizen, so naturally he wouldn't do anything too outrageous.

Given this, Moraine made a decision about two weeks ago.

He wanted to artificially create creatures with extraordinary effects.

In this world where extraordinary characteristics are conserved, the best way to create extraordinary creatures is, of course, through "contamination."

As it happens, Moraine knows enough things, things that would inevitably be corrupted once they are known.

So he started conducting experiments.

At first, he experimented with small animals such as mice, but the results were minimal.

Although the rats could easily understand Moraine's meaning under the spell, they would die the instant they understood, without even having time to transform into monsters.

So Moraine set her sights on the gangsters.

Finally, he achieved the result he wanted today.

Taking advantage of the fact that Outer God also wanted to corrupt the native inhabitants of Earth, he continuously instilled the name of Outer God into the minds of gangsters, causing them to lose control.

Of course, to prevent them from causing any trouble, he would use a virtual method to destroy their minds after each experiment.

In this way, even if they are corrupted by knowing the name of the Outer God, they will not be able to do anything.

Just then, the warehouse door was suddenly kicked open.

Moraine turned her head and saw Leonard holding a gun and Klein, who was a step behind.

"Put your hands up," Leonard's somewhat casual voice rang out.

Then, he saw the scene inside the warehouse and suddenly froze.

"Yo." Morion raised his hand in greeting, and Leonard immediately pointed his gun at Morion.

Night Watcher?

Moraine glanced at Leonard and Klein who were approaching.

What a coincidence!

Moraine doesn't believe in coincidences in this world.

He looked up at the ceiling above him.

I understand, it seems this is what the Goddess of the Night wants.

"I don't care if you mess things up on your own, but don't go too far."

They've come to warn him.

Hmm... I have indeed gone a bit too far lately, and it seems like I can't squeeze any more out of them. Let's take a break for now.

Klein was somewhat taken aback when he saw it was Morion.

Then he saw a faceless monster with holes in its face and moths floating around Morion.

Oh no, is this guy using people to raise insects?

Moraine calmly raised his hand, letting the moths fly into it, showing no sign of panic even under Leonard's gun.

Soon, all the moths flew into his hand. Morion put the moths away and walked towards the two of them.

He walked up to Leonard, glanced at the gun in Leonard's hand, looked him up and down, and suddenly a smile appeared on his lips.

Ghost ideas are being generated.

"Look what I've found!" he drawled, taking off his mask and examining it in his hand.

Then, visibly, the mask grew smaller and smaller until it became a round, thin lens.

It was a monocle made of polished crystal.

Moraine looked at Leonard, into his eyes, smiled, and raised his hand to put his monocle on his right eye.

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Moraine's actions left Klein somewhat puzzled.

What are you doing?

He instinctively looked to his side, and then to Leonard.

Leonard stood there, his eyes somewhat vacant, muttering rapidly to himself.

I couldn't understand it. It sounded a bit like ancient Hermes, and a bit like Elvish and Dragon languages, but the pronunciation wasn't quite right. It seemed to contain some "dog barks," like a human vocal cord imitating a wolf's howl.

Klein, who had recently been cramming on Giant and Dragon languages ​​in order to communicate with the little sun in the Forsaken Land, vaguely understood some of it and could roughly distinguish words such as "starry sky," "sublime," "goddess," "scarlet," and "fear."

Is he reciting the name of the goddess?

More sublime than the stars, more enduring than eternity, the goddess of the night, the crimson lord, the hidden mother, the queen of calamity and fear, the lord of slumber and silence.

This is the name of the goddess of the night.

However, Leonard stopped when he read the word "sleep".

He seemed to have discovered something, and his expression turned somewhat unpleasant.

Soon, the inexplicable expression on his face faded, leaving Leonard looking completely bewildered.

Leonard Mitchell considers himself the protagonist of his era. His confidence stems from the belief that an old man named Palles Zoroaster resides within him. This aligns with the situation of the old men hidden in rings in the novels described by Emperor Roselle.

But just a few seconds ago, for some reason, he sensed a violent emotional fluctuation in the old man.

Then, for a moment, it seemed as if the old man had taken over his body, but he quickly regained it.

“He’s a cultist. I suggest you go back to your captain and find a powerful enough sealing artifact to arrest him,” Pales’s aged voice echoed in Leonard’s mind.

He sounded like he was in a very bad mood.

The old man seems to hold a grudge.

Leonard's expression was a little strange, but he still obediently raised the gun in his hand and pointed it at Morion.

"I said, don't move, put your hands up."

“Hahaha,” Moraine laughed merrily, his monocle once again turning into a mask, covering his face, and then he moved it to the side of his face.

Although we didn't see Pales get angry, Leonard almost recited the full name of the Goddess of Night in the extraordinary language of the wolf.

Look how anxious the old lady is! She was so afraid that the Goddess of the Night, being a demon wolf, wouldn't hear her that she even used the demon wolf language.

Although He is a Sequence 1 Archangel, He is currently quite weak and might not even be able to easily defeat a Sequence 4 Demigod.

Not to mention Amon.

If it were an encounter battle, things might be easier; he was confident he could escape.

However, if it's an Amon with its face close to the ground, then it's a completely different story.

As the god of deception, Amun almost never fights a battle he is not confident of winning.

The appearance of an Amon in front of you means that there is probably a whole nest of Amons floating in the trees, in the ground, in the room, or in the air around you.

The real entity might already be on its way.

But soon, Pales realized something was wrong.

Although He had little strength left, He was still an angelic-level deciphering scholar, and He could tell that the person in front of Him was definitely not Amon before Leonard could fully utter the name of the Goddess of Night.

This infuriated Pales.

Moraine pulled a tarot card from her pocket.

That was a Tower card.

This was prepared in advance by Morion.

He twirled the Tower card in his hand as he approached Klein and Leonard.

“Leonard,” Klein said calmly as he stepped in front of Leonard, standing between Leonard and Morion, and pretended to point his pistol at Morion.

“Klein?” Leonard looked at Klein in front of him, somewhat moved.

Klein, with his back to Leonard, opened his mouth, then quickly closed it again.

What could he say?

I think you'll get instantly killed?

“I think it’s best not to provoke him,” Klein said in a low voice, gesturing for Leonard to look at the corpse on the ground, riddled with holes, “while he’s still relatively friendly for now.”