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

He only revealed half of the solution he initially presented.

Now, Triss has found her other half.

He braced himself with both hands and leaped down from the top of the cabin, heading towards Triss.

Triss easily slit the neck of the armed thug, snatched a revolver from one of the thugs, and fired several shots, each one taking the thug out of his hand.

The sudden turn of events caught the rioters off guard, but those who were a little further away still pointed their guns at Triss.

Triss's speed suddenly soared to the limits of normal human beings. He anticipated the thugs' firing movements and dodged through the hail of bullets, wielding a knife and firing a shot after another.

One by one, heads fell to the ground, and bullet holes appeared.

In just a few seconds, Triss, who had completely digested the Sequence 8 potion, easily dealt with the thugs.

"Hahaha……"

He bent over, panting heavily.

As he expected, the sea monster immediately stopped its destruction of the ship.

It lay quietly coiled on the boat, doing nothing.

“That’s amazing,” Morion said, clapping as he walked over to Triss. “He came up with such a brilliant idea in just a few seconds.”

He looks like a typical villain now.

Upon hearing the sound, Triss immediately rolled forward, putting distance between himself and Morion.

Then he turned around, raised his gun, and looked at Morion behind him.

Suddenly, he glanced at the surrounding deck out of the corner of his eye.

"You...wait...what's wrong with this ship...?"

He suddenly realized that the entire Clover had become completely intact.

The fences were not removed, the decks were not smashed, and the masts were not broken.

He saw these things with his own eyes...

“Didn’t I say from the beginning that this was fake? I don’t have the ability to create a real sea monster.” Morion picked at his ear. “Whose fault is it if you don’t believe it yourself?”

Tris opened his mouth to refute, but suddenly didn't know what to say.

Indeed, Moraine seemed to have never lied to herself from beginning to end.

He said the sea monster was fake, that he couldn't create a real sea monster, and that as long as people didn't believe in its existence, it couldn't harm them...

Something that's inherently fake can't hurt anyone.

Whether you believe it or not, it can't hurt anyone.

"So, everything just now was an illusion?" Triss asked, holding the dagger and looking at Morion.

“Oh, no.” Morion pointed behind him. “At least this one is real.”

He was referring to the corpses scattered on the ground.

Triss's expression immediately darkened.

"Are you using me as a pawn?"

"Yeah, right." Morion nodded with a smile. "Who told you to be so stupid?"

He wanted to see if Tris would become enraged and attack him.

But Triss calmed down within seconds.

He straightened up, casually tossed the pistol to the ground, and a kind smile appeared on his seemingly harmless round face.

“Oh?” Moraine raised an eyebrow.

Triss said in a gentle tone:

"Since you haven't attacked me directly, we can still have some conversation."

Even if the siren is fake, he is still no match for an extraordinary being who can pull everyone on the ship into an illusion.

Most importantly, Triss couldn't quite tell whether the man in front of her was a real person or another illusion.

“You’re really good at keeping your cool,” Morion teased. “I thought you’d be furious.”

"How could that be?" Triss maintained a smile despite his blood-stained face.

“Alright, looks like you know what’s good for you.” Morion nodded.

"Of course, as Emperor Roselle once said, harmonious coexistence is precious."

“Since you’re so sensible,” Moraine asked bluntly, “how much money do you have on you right now?”

Triss's expression remained unchanged as he silently calculated for two seconds.

“A little over ten pounds,” he replied, “about ten pounds and three sous.”

Moraine stroked his chin and nodded.

"Alright, I'll leave you three sulphurs, and the remaining ten pounds as your money to buy your life."

Triss's fingers twitched almost imperceptibly, and he nodded with a smile, saying, "No problem."

He reached into his pocket, took out his wallet, opened it, took out three sule, and handed the rest of the money, along with the wallet, to Moraine.

"Here, all my money is in there."

He paused, then added:

"I didn't bring much money with me on this trip, and most of it was robbed by pirates. I don't have much left."

“Okay, I trust you.” Moraine took the wallet, didn’t count it, and put it directly into her pocket.

“You can go back to your cabin now,” Moraine waved his hand casually, pointing his thumb to the cabin behind him. “This is none of your business.”

"okay, I get it."

Triss glanced at the sea behind Morion, then looked at him with a complicated expression, hiding his emotions in his eyes. He smiled, wiped the blood off his face, ignored the corpse on the ground, and turned to leave.

Triss walked away, and Morion turned to look behind him.

Not far away, the Azure Avenger quickly approached the Clover from the side.

Alger did not stand at the bow, but walked to the side of the ship.

As the two ships drew closer, Alger noticed two people and a pile of corpses on the opposite deck.

One person with a round face, holding a still-dripping dagger, was walking towards the cabin; another, wearing a mask and strange clothes, stood in place, seemingly waiting for them.

Neither of them seemed to be the typical "sailors" at sea, as they did not stand very steadily in the giant waves.

This was too unusual. Alger immediately raised a hand, signaling the crew to wait and not to jump over.

Soon, the Azure Avenger came to a stop, only a dozen meters away from the Clover.

Chapter 7 How could Mr. Hanged Man be so wicked!

Seeing Alger leading the ghost ship, Moraine raised an eyebrow beneath his mask.

He remembered that Alger killed the original ghost ship captain on the same day that Klein's first Tarot meeting ended.

This period of time happened around the time of the Clover.

In other words, Alger had just joined the Tarot Club not long ago.

Hey, why am I not included?

I was here first.

I will transform into the hatred of an unchosen fate.

Seeing Alger not far away, Morion waved and greeted him.

"Ah, senbei, Ciallo～(∠?ω<)⌒★."

Alger frowned, realizing that things were not so simple.

The sound appeared directly in his mind; it was a pronunciation he had never heard before, yet he could understand it.

Hmm... it also has an emoticon with an unclear meaning.

I feel inexplicably nauseous.

Is it a psychological attack?

How insidious.

After a brief moment of thought, Alger concluded that there was no need to get into a dispute with the other party here.

He simply wanted to make some extra money because he saw a passenger ship that had rioted.

Since there are extraordinary individuals on the other ship, we need to assess the risks.

He immediately raised his left hand, intending to signal to the other sailors behind him to "return to port." At the same time, he put his other hand into his jacket pocket and grasped something.

His only concern now is whether making the sailors behind him run a wasted trip will affect his newly appointed position as "acting captain".

Therefore, the next step of instructions was delayed.

Then, Morion's voice appeared in his mind once again.

"Your name is Alger?" Moraine asked, looking at the blue-haired ghost ship captain.

Alger's eyebrows twitched slightly, but he neither refuted nor answered.

He never expected that anyone would recognize him.

"Heh." Seeing that Alger remained silent, Morion chuckled, took two steps forward from the side of the boat, and reached out to hold onto the railing. "How about we talk alone?"

He beckoned.

Come on, come on.

Seeing Morion's behavior, Alger noticed some unusual movements among the crew behind him.

Because only Alger could hear Moraine's voice, the other crew members behind Alger only saw a strange masked figure standing at the bow, staring at their acting captain and occasionally making a strange gesture.

Their captain seemed to have a good understanding with the masked man, and could easily read each other's minds.