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

"Forget it, if you can't figure it out, don't think about it anymore." The mysterious Morion raised his hand and created the materials he needed on the table in front of him.

With Audrey's "delivery" arriving, Moraine's last main ingredient also arrived.

This time, he didn't use his teacher Tops' notes because he couldn't take them into the real world, regardless of whether he succeeded or not.

He used notes he bought from the underground exchange of the Dragon Bar.

The area is a mixed bag; genuine products are sold as fakes, and fake products are sold as genuine, making it very difficult to distinguish between them.

Fortunately, Moraine is quite good at divination.

The potion quickly took shape, turning into a dark green pus-like substance with gray, fluffy particles floating in it.

"gross."

Moraine closed her eyes and moved the beaker further away from herself.

"However, it seems that this potion will be successfully prepared."

This is indeed what a "wizard" potion looks like.

He planned to drink the same potion several times in the synchronized space to increase his adaptation level before returning to reality to drink the real potion.

This can really alleviate stress to a great extent for high-order sequences.

However, at this point, it would indeed be somewhat redundant for a Sequence 7 potion.

But, since we're already here...

"You're getting promoted." Beng Tie Morion looked at the mysterious Morion.

“That’s perfect.” He smiled. “I’ll be arriving in Pinocchio in a couple of days, and I can take advantage of your promotion.”

"You've gathered 32 people on your side?" the enigmatic Morion joked.

Silver Branch saved a total of thirty-two people on her way to Pinocchio.

In other words, once all thirty-two people have gathered, they will have basically reached their destination.

“Thirty-one,” said Bengtimorian. “Thirty-two including me.”

"Really?" The enigmatic Morion paused. "Whose position did you take?"

“It’s probably that company employee we met before,” Bengte Morion replied. “After dealing with the Mother Worm, he originally wanted to leave with Silverbranch, but since the ship was repaired, he simply left on his own.”

“I see,” the enigmatic Morion said knowingly. “So, even with your involvement, in the end there are still thirty-two people…”

“Yeah, nothing has changed in the end.” Bengti Morion shrugged.

Nanimo Nanimo...

“It’s not your fault, there are a lot of control freaks over there.” Mysterious Morion expressed his understanding.

After saying that, he looked back at the beaker in front of him, his expression turning bitter once again.

How disgusting.

But we're already here.

"Give me one too, I'll drink with you." Beng Tie Morion propped himself up halfway on the sofa, raised his hand, and a cup of the exact same potion appeared in his hand.

If any Morion manifests such a thing, then the other Morions will naturally be able to manifest as well.

"I feel like you can think of it as... a bowl of mung bean soup."

He brought it to his nose and smelled it.

It smelled slightly like dried blood, but not as fishy or foul as I had imagined.

"Looks like we don't need to add sugar," commented Bengti Morion.

“You can add three spoonfuls. Maybe I’ll have another experience of almost losing control after drinking a potion,” Mysterious Morion replied. “That seems like a good idea. It’ll be more of a mental preparation.”

The main ingredient of a potion is the most important. Slightly modifying the auxiliary ingredients doesn't necessarily lead to complete loss of control; it just means there's a "high probability of loss of control."

For Morion and his ilk, who can experiment infinitely in the synchronous space, it is not impossible to improve potions by trying little by little and constantly making mistakes to make them "tasty and not out of control".

But then again, they didn't need to suffer like this at all.

"cheers."

The two raised their glasses to each other from a distance, tilted their heads back, and drank them down in one gulp.

A few minutes later.

In real life, Moraine put down the beaker in her hand and smacked her lips.

He felt somewhat spiritually unstable, but he didn't hear anything he shouldn't have heard or see anything he shouldn't have seen.

Even though he was drinking a Sequence 7 potion, he felt even more relaxed than when he drank a Sequence 9 potion.

Although it made little difference to him, since his mind could easily suppress the residual mental imprint in the potion.

If he wanted to cheat, he could enter the synchronization space after 24 hours, find any version of himself to synchronize with, and that would refresh the residual mental imprints of previous generations in the potion, leaving only the purest "progress bar".

Just then, Morion suddenly felt a deep red eruption before his eyes, and a grayish-white mist spread out.

He saw Klein sitting at the head of the long bronze table and heard his slightly urgent plea for help.

"Morrain, I need your help."

“One of my teammates seems to be losing control.”

"I need your help."

"Compensation is negotiable; I'll give you whatever I have."

His address is...

This is a message. After the message finished playing, Moraine's vision returned to normal.

Something happened to my teammate?

He recalled for a moment.

Oh, it's old Neil.

Indeed, if you calculate the time, it has been in the last two days.

Just as he was thinking, his head suddenly felt heavy, as if a large amount of information was being squeezed into his brain.

"Tsk!" He clenched his fists, turned around forcefully, and came face to face with a pair of eyes without eyelashes.

How many times have you come in the past two months?

"Damn it, do you want to have a go at me?!"

Chapter 88 What kind of face do you want to sculpt?

With a casual flick of his wrist, the mask instantly teleported from Morion's profile to his hand.

As he grew stronger and his rank rose, Morion gradually became more adept at using the power of destiny.

Like now, he can teleport the mask directly to his hand without taking it off.

The Hidden Sage neither dodged nor evaded, and was scattered by Morion's mask.

This is exactly what he likes.

Each time Moraine attacked Him, He could see many things, knowledge He had never encountered before.

He's almost been typed as an M.

And "A Thousand Years of Days" is really fun.

However, this time, Morion really did wrong the Hidden Sage.

He didn't come specifically to see Morion.

He is the Seeker who has his sights set on all Sequence Seven.

He prophesied that the Sequence Nine Seeker, whom He had out of control, was not necessarily going to die, and that there was a possibility that he would survive.

His chance to survive was another Seeker who was only Sequence Seven.

This is not entirely impossible. What intrigues the Hidden Sage is that He cannot see who the Seeker is.

The Hidden Sage was very curious, wondering why a Sequence 7 could save an out-of-control Extraordinary, and even more curious why his prophecy could not see the complete information of a Sequence 7.

As the sole seeker of secrets, His uniqueness is almost equivalent to "hidden knowledge" itself. For Him, prophesying about a Sequence Four demigod is not significantly different from prophesying about an ordinary person; at the very least, only an angel could, to some extent, prevent His prophecy.

But a Sequence Seven Seeker actually did it.

This intrigued Him greatly.

Fortunately, it is unique. Although unseen, uniqueness has its own unique interpretation.

If we don't know who it is, why doesn't He just send a message to all the Sequence Seven spies?

The simplest way is often the most effective.

And so, a pair of eyes from the Hidden Sage appeared behind Morion, who had just been promoted.

Then he saw Morion.

The underlying code of knowledge is given higher priority.

Regardless of why we're here, let's first impart some knowledge.

So He began His usual method of imparting knowledge to people, pouring a great deal of knowledge into Morion's mind.

Then he was covered in Moraine's mask and slapped away.

The wheels rolled over the muddy road that had just been rained on, and the carriage was quieter than in the middle of the night.

Inside the carriage, the night watchmen looked at each other, but no one spoke first.

Luo Yao sat in the corner by the car window, clasped his hands together, raised them to his mouth, and closed his eyes in prayer.

The other two team members expressed their understanding.

Klein closed his eyes halfway, praying in his heart that Morion would arrive quickly and resolve the matter.

Morion's messenger can teleport, and Klein doesn't know if it can teleport people, but Klein guesses it should be possible.

But he was a little worried that, given Moraine's personality, he might pull a "hero always makes his appearance last" stunt.