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

Mr. Z pushed off backward with his feet, launching himself upward and propelled towards Morion in tandem with the powerful gust of wind.

But soon, Mr. Z found that Morion's words kept echoing in his mind, repeating themselves over and over again, almost filling his entire head.

It is simultaneous reproduction.

Morion just started simultaneous breeding.

It inherently possesses a certain degree of guaranteed hit capability, making it impossible to dodge within its domain.

Butis also sensed the anomaly in his mind. He immediately raised his hand, grabbed at his brow, and pulled out a clump of darkness from the intangible island of consciousness. He pulled open the hem of his coat and threw it into his shadow.

His shadow then separated from him and fell away.

This is the "Shadow of Fallen" from the "Black Knight".

It is an ability that Butis "recorded" from the "Dark Saint" Kesma, which allows him to separate his own corrupt thoughts and combine them with his shadow to form an uncontrollable independent creature.

Boutis used it to clear away the voices within her that did not belong to her, and combined them with her shadow to create another alter ego.

He then quickly deactivated the ability, returning it to nothingness, leaving Morion no opportunity to exploit.

However, Mr. Z does not have such a useful ability.

He could only endure the pain in his head and cooperate with Butis to launch an attack on Morion from the side.

Normally, he could have simply removed his head and replaced it with a new one.

Having already suffered a loss once before, and with Morion even manipulating his body while he was conscious, he dared not lose consciousness in front of Morion again.

Even if it's just for a moment.

However, it's not entirely unbearable.

As someone who had once been a listener, he was already used to similar situations.

The true creator is an even more insane evil god than the hidden sage.

The Hidden Sage only occasionally releases a couple of installation packages, but the True Creator is constantly nagging almost 24 hours a day.

Mr. Z, now in the listening phase, had long been accustomed to having his mind filled with all sorts of decadent ramblings 24 hours a day.

Morion was having a great time and didn't seem too badly beaten by the two opponents.

"Faster!" Moraine shouted with exhilaration. "With so little strength, how can you serve the god you believe in!"

He grabbed a ball of scorching lava with his hand, which was protected by magical energy, and ignoring the scalding skin on his hand, he used his free hand to slap Mr. Z across the face.

His punches became faster and faster, and he simply abandoned defense, punching Butis and Mr. Z repeatedly, letting the two of them inflict wounds on his body.

He looked like a madman, with a ferocious smile on his face, covered in blood, and with various scratches and burns.

However, the wounds they cause will begin to heal after three seconds, with a large number of worms crawling out of the wounds. For every worm that crawls out, the wound will heal a little more.

But the situation is exactly the opposite for the other two.

If they bleed and their wounds don't heal within three seconds, their injuries will begin to worsen, and insects will tear through their skin and crawl out.

The three fought fiercely, and Butis gradually realized the problem.

He has made several basic mistakes.

He knew perfectly well that he absolutely could not let the "summoned creature" stay here for more than 3 seconds, but he still made several mistakes.

Less than three seconds ago, he subconsciously used the Freeze spell, freezing Morion's arm.

But he regretted it the next second.

Because he himself couldn't undo this spell.

He could only watch helplessly as, three seconds later, the ice shattered, and blue beetles, carrying a thick chill, flew toward his face.

He could feel voices echoing in his subconscious, urging him to do something.

It wasn't just his brain that heard it.

He heard it from his arms, his fingers, his mouth, his eyes, and his nose.

Every limb, every piece of skin, every bone in his body was constantly being suggested and commanded by strange voices, making it difficult for his body's instincts to distinguish between his own thoughts and the commands he was being told.

In contrast, Mr. Z's situation was much more serious, as Morion manipulated him to use an extraordinary ability every few seconds.

Some attacks were even aimed directly at Butis.

Especially now that Morion's synergistic effects are becoming stronger, Mr. Z's own consciousness is being slowly pushed into a corner.

Moreover, he always felt somewhat uneasy.

He always felt that he had missed something, that he had forgotten something.

He overlooked a potential danger.

His spirituality kept warning him, but he couldn't find the source of the danger.

This gradually made him impatient.

He began to try to break away, attempting to teleport away and create distance in the "Door not open here" situation, and then open the door to leave.

But whenever this happens, his body begins to resist violently. Every time he manages to escape, he experiences sharp pains and cramps all over his body, and can only manage to open the door with great difficulty.

But what followed was Mr. Z's uncontrollable "Do not open the door" decree, interrupting him time and time again.

Not only did he fail to leave, he also created several insects that could traverse space, further hindering his desire to escape.

Morion had already moved the mask to face his own, and looked at the "wanting to leave" power emanating from Butis, and laughed.

Once these wishes appear, they will transform into invisible spiders three seconds later, weaving an invisible web that will lock him firmly here at the level of "fate".

“I clearly warned you not to try to ‘create’.”

Why won't you listen?

Moraine walked through a door formed by the body of a centipede, came behind Butis, grabbed his head, and slammed it to the ground.

"Look, you're 'creating' new 'ideas' again."

Butis's thoughts were still stuck on the previous second when he tried to open the door, and the next second he was pressed down onto the ground of the domain, onto the plane that the "starry sky" had transformed into.

In that brief moment, an invisible insect had gnawed away a large chunk of his thoughts, disrupting his coherent thinking.

Meanwhile, Mr. Z finally reached his limit.

He stood there unsteadily, his body beginning to swell uncontrollably.

boom!

A loud bang was heard.

He turned into a flesh bomb, exploding in all directions, scattering red and white blood everywhere.

Three seconds later, one after another fleshy worms crawled out from the chunks of flesh.

Mr. Z never reappeared in human form.

Something's wrong! Something's wrong!

Boutis struggled as he was kicked in the stomach, vomited up a mouthful of caterpillars, and rolled several meters away.

His spirituality kept warning him.

There must be some deadly danger lurking in the corner.

There must be more...

He rolled several times on the ground, and just happened to roll to the feet of Klein and Leonard.

He struggled to lift his head and saw the two night watchmen staring intently at him, their eyes filled with panic and disdain.

Are they afraid of me?

But now, what do I have to be afraid of...?

I have already...

Suddenly, he saw Klein's eyes, and in those eyes, he saw himself in his present state.

There were bulging, wriggling things under his skin.

He struggled for a moment and discovered that his body was melting.

"What's going on..." He braced himself against the ground.

Morion then slowly walked to his side and placed one foot on his back.

"Didn't I warn you?"

"Do not create or summon within my domain."

"We must not split apart."

Why won't you listen?

His tone was gentle, as if he genuinely felt sorry for Boutis.

But Boutis only felt a chill.

"I didn't..." he instinctively tried to defend himself.

“You do,” Moraine interrupted his explanation. “Didn’t you remind me to read more books at the very beginning?”

read?

Boutis finally remembered what he had forgotten.

But it was too late.

He struggled, raised his hands, and crawled away from Morion.

But his body became weaker and weaker.

"I don't want to die...I don't want to die..."

“Just consider it a dream. You won’t remember anything when you wake up,” Moraine’s gentle voice echoed in his mind.

His struggles grew fainter and fainter.

A dream...?

Boutis's eyes slowly dimmed, and his features began to melt.