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

Old Neil also turned his gaze from Morion to Klein.

"So, so I've become a monster..." he said softly.

At this moment, Dunn and Luo Yao also turned their attention back to Old Neil.

A glimmer of light appeared in Dunn's eyes as he met Old Neil's gaze, trying to pull Old Neil into a dream.

But he discovered that the dream he created only lasted for three seconds before it slipped out of his control.

Old Neil suddenly revealed a flustered, ingratiating, fearful, and timid smile:

"Let me go. I will go into the deep mountains and never appear again. I will not hurt anyone. I will just quietly try my ritual. Really, let me go. Please, please."

The thick, blood-red liquid covering the ceiling and floor began to writhe, like a giant opening its mouth, trying to swallow Klein and the others whole, while Old Neil's head became blurred, like layers of phantoms overlapping.

Moraine had unknowingly arrived behind Dunn and the others, and together with the three in front, he raised his head and looked at Old Neil.

He was like a teammate of the three, like a seasoned night watchman, easily blending into their group without being rejected.

Klein instinctively reached into his pocket, intending to use the "Sleeping Charm" on Old Neil.

Suddenly, he saw that everything had calmed down again, and the blood-red, viscous liquid covered with dense black hairs was as still as a lake without wind.

Old Neil lost his indifference, coldness, hatred, and longing, becoming peaceful and serene.

At some point, Dunn had already thrown the sealed artifact "3-0611" out, into the pool of bloody, viscous liquid.

Old Neil's four eyelash-less eyes on his forehead and cheeks slowly closed, seemingly lacking the desire to open.

Any creature that comes into unprotected contact with the "silent hair" will become quiet, lose all motivation, and remain so until the end of its life.

Seeing that Old Neil had fallen silent, Dunn turned back once more and looked at Morion.

"Sir, do you have any way to help my teammate?"

Klein and Luo Yao suddenly realized that Morion was not their teammate.

Moraine raised an eyebrow, watching Dunn break free from his "déjà vu" ability, and then raised his hand to support his chin with amusement.

"Why should I help you? Didn't that green-eyed night watchman tell you I'm a heretic?"

“You seem to be the first Night Watch captain to seek help from heretics.”

Dunn remained silent for a moment, then Klein spoke up.

“I remember you said you believed in the great Fool.” He disregarded his embarrassment and said, “Perhaps…perhaps your presence here is what the Fool wanted.”

Moraine glanced at him with a smile and nodded.

“You’re right. My presence here may indeed reflect what Mr. Fool meant.”

He reached out his hand to Dunn.

"So, what are you willing to give up to save your teammates?"

Dunn took a deep breath and exhaled forcefully.

"I am willing to give everything I can."

“That’s just empty promises,” Moraine chuckled, walking past Dunn and standing in front of the three. “But I believe the Night Watch captain will keep his word.”

As he passed by Dunn, he casually raised his hand and grabbed something invisible.

That was the power of their wishes emanating from the three of them.

Moraine held her hand out in front of her, gathering her willpower, and a butterfly appeared in her palm.

The butterfly flapped its wings and flew toward Old Neil.

“This isn’t actually that hard to solve,” Morion said softly, stepping into the pool of blood.

Old Neil's four newly grown, strange eyes twitched, as if trying to open them, trying to stop it.

However, they cannot break free from the constraints of the quiet strands of hair.

Moraine raised her hand, removed her mask, and touched it to her feet.

The pollution was dispersed.

The Hidden Sage didn't actually inflict too much corruption on Old Neil, after all, it was a corruption that could briefly restore consciousness even to a Sequence Nine.

One by one, fleshy worms crawled out of Morion's pocket and jumped into the pool of blood.

That was Mr. Z transformed into an insect, possessing the extraordinary abilities of a "shepherd."

The worms intertwined, forming a hand, which then lifted up and grabbed upwards.

grazing.

Old Neil's somewhat scattered spirit was driven to reassemble, and he was pulled down from the sky to the flesh worm.

The room, which had no walls and no floor, began to shake, and the flesh and blood scattered on the ceiling and the floor began to gather in front of his palm.

This is the shepherd's flesh and blood magic activated. Under the effect of guaranteed hit, it begins to cause Old Neil's flesh and blood to gather and form a human shape.

Dispel pollution and reshape the physical body.

Finally, the butterfly slowly descended and landed on the head of Old Neil's new body, merging into it.

“Perhaps I should find some lotus roots.” Morion watched as some blood that had been stuck to the mask detached from its surface and flew toward Old Neil’s new body, before fastening the mask back onto his face.

The body was a bloody mess, without facial features, and its shape was blurred, composed of blood that flowed like water, making it impossible to discern its form.

"What kind of face do you want to sculpt? Do you want it to be younger?" Morion asked with a smile.

Chapter 89: Death Sentence

"What kind of face do you want?" Moraine asked, "The original skin or a younger one?"

He glanced at Ling, who was not far away.

"Hmm... You can have your wife's face, I can help you change your gender."

"Her name is Celeste, right?"

"Let me see, all I need is..."

Old Neil, who had been in a daze, finally came to his senses.

He quickly shook his remaining head to indicate his refusal.

"No... no need..."

"My own face is fine..."

"Just... just do it the way I left it."

He said.

At this point, remembering that Moraine might never have seen his original self, he added:

"If I remove the extra eyes from my face, I'll be pretty much the same. I don't need any major changes."

He missed his wife dearly, so much so that he was willing to use forbidden powers to try to resurrect her.

But that doesn’t mean he’s so old that he would do such a perverted thing.

“Really? What a pity.” Morion seemed a little disappointed. “If you’d like, I can tattoo your wife’s face on your chest.”

"That way you can brag to everyone you meet..."

"I just want a body that's a bit healthier and fits my age," Old Neil quickly said.

He really didn't dare give Morion any more freedom to do things his own way.

After he finished speaking, he fell silent.

His eyes darted around, looking at the piano not far away.

The piano over there was still playing on its own, seemingly unaffected by what was happening here.

He felt that it was his wife's spirit...

"Don't even think about it. An ordinary person's spirit can't last that long." Moraine ruthlessly shattered old Neil's fantasy.

"You really are lucky," he quipped. "It's one thing to find a spirit in the spirit world that looks so much like your wife, but she's actually quite kind and willing to coax an old man like you and play along with your act."

Old Neil was somewhat taken aback.

"Is...is that so?"

“Under normal circumstances, a normal person’s spirit will dissipate within a few hours after death. Even if there is a strong obsession, they will not live for more than a few months unless there is a very strong extraordinary influence. Don’t you even have this basic common sense?” Morion retorted.

"I see..."

Old Neil muttered to himself.

“So, your so-called life-transformation was never valid from the beginning.” Morion installed Old Neil’s head into the new body.

"Alright." He clapped his hands, deactivated the domain, and everything returned to normal.

“I haven’t decided on the specific reward yet. I’ll come back to you for it when I’ve figured it out.” He turned his head, made a gun gesture with his hand, and pointed at Klein and Dunn.

After saying that, he kindly didn't disturb the night watch team members from catching up and left on his own.

…………

Two days later.

The black space trembled, and the enigmatic Morion emerged from it.

Upon entering the synchronized space, the enigmatic Morion quickly discovered another version of himself sitting on the sofa.

He rested his hands on the back of the sofa, tilted his head back, and stared blankly at the ceiling.

"What's with that look?" the enigmatic Morion asked curiously. "Why do you look so disheveled after not seeing you for a while?"

He was just about to go up and synchronize when he saw the spellcaster Morion raise his hand and stop him.

"Huh? What?" The mysterious Morion understood and stood there, somewhat puzzled.

“I wouldn’t call it being decadent…” Morion, the sorcerer, looked up at the ceiling, lost in thought. “I’m just… feeling a little unwell.”

"Feeling uncomfortable? Try syncing?" Mysterious Morion reached out his hand. "Refresh your status."

Whether there's something to do or not, let's sit by the fire first.