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

With the evidence right before their eyes, and given the abilities of Triss's instigators, more and more people began to waver.

Gradually, some people began to waver, and the sea monster did indeed become somewhat transparent.

This made more people believe what Triss said.

This is good; it's a virtuous cycle.

A bunch of idiots!

Triss couldn't help but smile.

With just a few words, I can influence their emotions.

Triss loved this feeling.

Although the current situation is very dangerous, he has encountered many similar situations before.

A true assassin must be able to remain calm at all times.

"Calm down, follow me, and imagine that this sea monster doesn't exist..." Triss coaxed patiently.

However, while the imagination is beautiful, reality is cruel.

A person's emotions cannot be calmed down with just a few words.

Especially negative emotions like fear.

Even watching a horror movie can scare a lot of people, let alone a giant sea monster right in front of them.

Snapped!

The sea monster raised its tentacles and slammed them down onto the sea surface.

Large amounts of water were splashed out, causing the water surface to shake violently, and the boat was tossed up and down.

"Ah!" Screams rose and fell.

"Heh." Laughter was mixed in with the sound.

The atmosphere that Triss had just managed to ease was immediately destroyed.

“Calm down…everyone…” Triss tried to struggle, but was interrupted as soon as she spoke.

"Help me! Help me!" A rioter involved in the disturbance was precisely entangled by tentacles and pulled into the air.

The tentacles tossed the thug above the ship as if to show off, drawing everyone's attention, before throwing him into the water.

thump.

This indicates a problem.

It can touch anyone.

The rumors will fall apart on their own.

“Oh right, I forgot to tell you.” Morion’s voice rang in Tris’s mind once again.

“Absurd creations that cannot be seen or believed will naturally die alone.”

"Clearly, it doesn't want to die."

Triss clenched her teeth tightly.

Damn it, so this sea monster is intelligent and can actively "seek survival".

He wondered why tentacles slapped the water's surface and rocked the boat as soon as he finished speaking.

“Hahaha.” Morion’s laughter echoed in Triss’s mind. “You’re the one who stirred up this emotion; you’d better calm it down yourself.”

"It's not good to only know how to start a fire but not how to extinguish it. You must pay attention to this in the future."

Triss clenched her teeth so tightly that blood seeped from her gums.

When people are panicked and lose their rationality, they cannot listen to anything.

Not to mention the absurd claim that "the sea monster killing people in front of you doesn't actually exist."

If it were him, he wouldn't believe it either.

Triss thought anxiously.

He didn't care about the lives of the people on board, but he didn't want to die here.

"Idiot! Idiot! Idiot!" he roared in a helpless rage.

But soon, he calmed down again and tried to stir up the emotions of the panicked crowd, attempting to "incite" them.

"Oh."

Looking at Triss's comical appearance below, Moraine sat on the roof of the cabin and let out a pleasant laugh.

…………

Not far from the Clover, a somewhat old three-masted sailing ship sped closer.

This ship looks far outdated and is not a more advanced steamship.

At the bow of the ship, a blue-haired man stood looking at the Clover not far from him.

He wore a long robe embroidered with lightning patterns, and his body rose and fell with the swaying, yet he maintained his balance with ease.

About twenty minutes ago, the man had just finished dealing with the ship's captain and was planning to come up to the deck for some fresh air and to calm down.

However, what truly required him to calm down was not the fact that he had killed the captain.

It was something that happened earlier, before he attacked the captain.

Alger stood at the bow of the ship and gently placed his hand on the railing.

“Fool…”

He silently uttered the word.

About half an hour ago, he was pulled into a magnificent palace filled with gray fog by a mysterious and powerful man who called himself the Fool, and joined a secret organization called the "Tarot Society".

This made him both worried and couldn't help but give rise to some unwarranted scheming thoughts.

They were the Storm Church's white gloves on the high seas. Unfortunately, the original captain made the wrong choice and betrayed the church.

So Alger secretly killed the captain and told the other crew members that the captain had jumped ship out of guilt.

That's good, after all, no one will investigate something specifically for a traitor.

As the only Sequence 8 currently on board, he was recently selected as the acting captain.

This made him involuntarily smile, and he needed to deliberately avoid other people to calm himself down.

Alger looked up and saw a scene of chaos on a passenger ship not far away, but he didn't know what the chaos was about.

It looks like there's been a riot.

That would be a good opportunity to go closer and take a look.

His fleet was indeed the white glove of the Church of Storms, but they also occasionally worked as pirates.

It would be even better if you encountered a passenger ship that was in the midst of a riot.

They gained wealth, but the crew lost their lives.

Win-win.

Very fair.

“There’s a passenger ship rioting ahead,” Alger shouted as he turned around. “Everyone, get ready.”

His voice was so loud that it broke through the rain and quickly spread throughout most of the ship.

Immediately, crew members excitedly ran onto the deck and looked in the direction Alger was pointing.

Without needing to be explicitly stated, the crew immediately understood the captain's meaning.

They've done this so many times, they're used to it.

They not only did not hesitate, but were eager to try.

Because ghost ships don't need sailors and have very few crew members, they never worry about supplies and can enjoy fresh food and water every day.

But the daily voyages and the almost unchanging scenery left them feeling physically and mentally exhausted, as if they were always suppressing or enduring something until they could no longer control themselves.

They need to vent.

That is, the current situation.

They were saving lives; even if the archbishop himself were there, he couldn't find fault with them.

Chapter 6 Alger

On the Alfalfa.

Triss tried several times, but each time he failed to convince others that the sea monster did not exist.

There's nothing we can do about it.

The sea monster was right in front of them; no matter how eloquently Triss spoke, it was useless.

He stood on the deck, one hand on his hip, watching the ship being torn apart by the sea monster.

He glanced at the dagger in his hand, then at the crowd to his side. Suddenly, he turned and charged into the mob.

"Huh?" Morion tilted his head and exclaimed, "Well, he's not completely brainless."

Triss gripped the dagger in his backhand, charged into the rioting crowd, and with a flick of his wrist, a head flew into the air.

Pfft!

Blood splattered, and a hideous head fell to the ground.

Since Moraine's creation of the sea monster stems from "emotions," the sea monster itself will disappear as soon as people's understanding of it vanishes.

Therefore, it is easy to draw a conclusion.

"As long as we kill those who spread violence and malice, all that the sea monster will be able to hear are wishes like 'wanting to live' and 'wanting to go home'!" Triss thought as he killed one by one.

Moraine nodded silently.

That's right, that's it.