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

"Mmm." Susie wagged her tail happily. "I finally taught her the word 'friend'."

"I've been teaching for half a month."

"It seems that even among extraordinary beings, the speed at which they learn things varies," Audrey remarked knowingly as she flipped through the newspaper.

“It might be because her head is a little small,” Susie replied thoughtfully. “I’ve heard that people believe the size of the brain affects a creature’s intelligence.”

"But I don't know either, after all, I'm just a dog."

She looked around and noticed a blank notebook bound in delicate light brown parchment lying quietly open on a table not far away. To its right was a fountain pen with a golden tip and a red gemstone inlaid in its body.

This was Audrey's preparation to copy down the recipe immediately after leaving the Tarot Club, so as not to be forgotten.

In previous Tarot meetings, Audrey ordered the potion recipes for "Mind Reader" and "Psychotherapist" from Mr. Tower. Mr. Tower's price was one "Deer-Headed Orc's Horn" and "100 ml of Deer-Headed Orc's Blood".

The Sequence 8 "Mind Reader" recipe is a bonus of the Sequence 7 "Psychotherapist" recipe.

With about ten minutes to go before the Tarot meeting, and since she had nothing else to do, Audrey simply flipped open the newspaper and took a look.

At first glance, Audrey was immediately drawn to the headline of the Ruen Daily.

A brand new terrorist organization, Tarot Club, is born.

Tarot Club?

Terrorist organization!

Audrey quickly opened the newspaper and began to read it carefully.

"Recently, a small number of cult-related incidents have occurred in Tingen City, Kingdom of Rune."

"Two members of the Aurora Society, who claimed to be 'messengers of God' and 'saints,' were killed at the scene. The newly emerged cult 'Tarot Society' has claimed responsibility for the incident."

"Please do not panic. The Inspectorate has dispatched a large number of personnel to conduct routine inspections of this incident, and KFC has launched an investigation."

"The following is a detailed report..."

A divine messenger? A saint?

Audrey wasn't unfamiliar with the extraordinary newbies. At the Tarot Meeting, she had already gained some understanding of the "Aurora Society," knowing that most of the "Divine Messengers" of the Aurora Society were mid-sequence level five powerhouses, and that "Saints" in mysticism were actually true "demigods."

Audrey looked at the newspaper, her eyes growing brighter and brighter.

She automatically ignored descriptions such as "cult spread" and focused more on the matter of "Tarot Society members killing Aurora Society demigods".

"I never imagined our Tarot Society had become so powerful, actually managing to kill a demigod from the Aurora Society..."

“The people at the scene called themselves Mr. 'Tower'.”

"Wow! Was it Mr. Tower who did this? He successfully killed two members of the Aurora Society!"

“Mom and Dad have probably already seen this newspaper,” Audrey thought to herself, “but they would never guess that their daughter is also a member of this secret society that can kill demigods, and is ‘Justice’!”

Audrey felt a surge of pride, as if she herself had become a "behind-the-scenes boss."

On the wall, the minute hand of the clock was still slowly turning, and soon it reached 2:55.

…………

Meanwhile, above the gray fog.

Moraine opened her eyes and found herself above the gray fog, with a high-backed chair behind her.

The back of the chair is printed with a picture of an insect.

The pattern looked like a butterfly or a spider, and it was hard to tell what kind of insect it was.

"Why did you drag me up here so early today?" He looked at Klein, noticing that Klein seemed hesitant to speak.

"What are you doing? Speak up if you have something to say." Morion found it a bit funny.

“Yes, that’s how it is.” Klein coughed lightly. “It’s about what happened last night.”

"What's wrong? Is Mr. Fool going to punish me for my blasphemous act?" Morion propped his head up with one hand and looked at Klein.

“Oh, no way,” Klein shook his head. “How could you think that?”

“We’re such good friends, we’re so close now, I wouldn’t mind if you used my name for something…”

Morion immediately pointed a finger at Klein.

Offering unsolicited favors.

"Speak, what do you want from me?"

"Oh, you figured that out!" Klein clapped his hands. "You're so smart."

Moraine waved his hand, signaling him to continue.

"that is……"

Klein considered his words carefully.

"It's about expanding into that same area as before..."

"You were speaking in Chinese, right? I could tell, so this doesn't seem like an extraordinary ability brought about by a potion, does it?"

"Of course, I might be wrong..."

Klein looked at Morion.

He went home last night and immediately performed a divination to see if this was an ability unique to some extraordinary path.

The answer was: "No."

Klein immediately concluded that this might be a kind of extraordinary ability, such as ritual magic or divination, which even extraordinary individuals who are not from specific backgrounds could potentially learn if they were willing to study.

It just so happens that today is the day of the Tarot meeting, so he pulled Morion into the gray fog ten minutes early.

"Tsk tsk tsk."

Morion raised an eyebrow, immediately knowing what Klein wanted to ask.

He nodded immediately, giving Klein an affirmative answer.

"That's right, you guessed correctly."

"This is indeed not an ability unique to those who are extraordinary through a particular path."

He held up one finger.

"Domain expansion has the effect of bringing the 'innate domain' that exists in everyone's heart into reality. It can make everything in a space more favorable to oneself, and can also allow one to unleash at least 120% of one's potential in an instant."

"Of course, these are not the main points."

"The key point is that, within this domain, the user's extraordinary abilities have a 'sure-win' effect."

"In other words, when faced with my attack, the enemy can only take it head-on, not dodge it."

Klein's eyes grew brighter the more he listened.

When I heard the last sentence, I finally couldn't sit still anymore.

“You really have to teach me this.” Klein leaned forward, looking intently at Morion.

He kept gesturing with his hands in mid-air.

"Wow, that guy is really handsome!"

"It even has this effect? ​​That's outrageous!"

Moraine looked at Klein, pinched his chin, and thought for a moment.

"Um……"

"If you really want to learn, it's not impossible."

"But you don't have the talent."

He shrugged.

"If you're willing to let me modify your brain and then plant worms in your body, it doesn't seem entirely impossible."

"What the heck?" Klein was stunned.

Do we need to modify the brain?

They want to implant worms in your body?

“Yes,” Moraine held up three fingers.

"First of all, you're missing something special in your mind. We call it a 'technique'."

"Secondly, you don't have the special organs to use this ability, so you can't produce the special energy required for the application area."

"Hmm... and even if you fully acquire both of these, you'll need a long period of study before you can use them. Even among us, only a very small number of people can master the ability to expand a domain."

"Ah...I see..." Klein felt like he had been doused with cold water.

"What effect would it have on me if worms were implanted in my body?" Klein pressed.

"Huh? You really want it?" Morion scoffed. "Forget it, let's wait a bit longer."

"Perhaps one day I will come up with a way to allow you to use spells without being modified."

"Really? That's great! Keep it up!" Klein immediately recovered.

Klein felt that the amount of classes Qiu Si had been teaching recently was still too little.

It's been almost a year since it started making its voice, so it's time to increase the intensity.

Your Uncle Zhou is going to give you a good talking-to.

“It’s almost time for the Tarot meeting,” Klein said, taking out his silver pocket watch and glancing at it. “I’ll first pull the little sun into the gray fog, and then we can get ready to start the meeting.”

After saying that, he put away his pocket watch, leaned back in his chair, tapped his left teeth twice, and quietly activated his spiritual vision.

Extend your spirituality toward the deep red star that represents the "sun".

Soon, a crimson light appeared, and a figure emerged, not far to Morion's left.

As soon as "The Sun" Derrick appeared, he immediately bowed to Klein and Moraine.

"Hello, Mr. Fool."

"Hello, Mr. Tower."

Klein had already activated his spiritual vision and saw that deep within the ethereal body of the "sun," the mottled colors had become pure, like the dawn. He then smiled and said: