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

“I’ve never given them any face.”

Then, he slapped his forehead and immediately understood the current situation.

Among the higher echelons of the sorcery world, there was now a powerful figure, a person who could manipulate and control the sorcery world.

Coincidentally, Morion's ability allows him to create a large number of insects, which could easily cover the entire country after a certain period of time. The sudden appearance of such an unfamiliar Special Grade expert, who possesses the ability to threaten the status of the entire Pyromancy Directorate, will surely make those old fogies in the rigidly hierarchical world of pyromancy furious.

Furthermore, Mori's actions during the Shibuya incident, including his deliberate release of the enemy, further complicated matters.

The three parties quickly reached an agreement and immediately issued this announcement, which Moraine considered incredibly stupid.

However, the text appears to be a jumbled collection of characters and phrases, possibly from different sources. A direct translation isn't meaningful without further context or clarification.

He had already planned to enter the Death Return Journey, and he didn't have a strong sense of belonging to "humanity" as a whole.

only……

"The fact that this announcement could be issued means that this order has been in effect for a long time, right?"

Moraine spoke to Lian Yun in a casual tone.

"And I happened to not check my phone when the announcement was first released, so the person responsible for executing me might already be in place..."

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly felt a blur before his eyes, and the scene in front of him changed rapidly.

He found himself back in a familiar room, with familiar walls, ceiling, sofa, television, and dining table.

There were also two familiar faces sitting at the dining table.

Morion immediately realized that he had been under an illusion.

However, he was momentarily lost in thought.

Moraine stood at the front door, her back to the house, watching quietly, silently.

He knew which day the scene before him was.

This illusion did not create any special day.

It was very ordinary and peaceful, with leftover food still on the table.

This is not a particularly special day.

This was the day Moraine traveled through time.

He recalled that he was unable to return home and time-traveled on his way home.

At the time, I was walking and playing on my phone, and I didn't think about what the future would hold at all.

Therefore, this illusion automatically created a "future that failed to materialize" based on his memories.

He raised his hand and touched his cheek, only to find that he wasn't wearing a mask.

Everything seemed normal.

At this moment, perhaps sensing Morion's gaze, the middle-aged woman at the table turned her head, smiled at Morion, waved, and opened her mouth as if to say something.

Moraine felt a long-lost tinnitus and couldn't hear clearly.

But he still walked over, pulled out a chair, sat down, and silently picked up the bowl and chopsticks in front of him.

This is to prepare for him to eat "leftovers".

Yes, his parents often don't leave him any food. If he comes home late, he can only eat "leftovers".

However, although it was called leftovers, it was actually just that only half of all the dishes had been eaten, while the other half remained intact and untouched.

I could hear a series of barely audible sounds coming from my ears.

Moraine remained expressionless, picked up a piece of meat with her chopsticks, and put it in her mouth.

The nagging in my ears grew even louder.

It seemed that his mother was complaining about why he only ate meat all day and didn't eat vegetables.

Moraine suddenly laughed.

…………

At the same time, a man dressed as a ninja flipped down from the ceiling and landed in front of Morion.

Seeing that Morion's eyes had turned slightly gray, the ninja knew that Morion had fallen under his spell.

His technique is an illusion-type ability that requires a certain activation time, taking nearly half an hour to gradually influence the target before it can succeed.

Those who fall under his illusion will be pulled into the most memorable memories of their lives, and will see the things they have longed for most in their lives.

The emotions the target experiences in the illusion will, in turn, become shackles that bind the target.

The more emotions you generate, the more you will be swept up by them, like walking in a swamp; the harder you struggle, the more you will sink into it.

Sadness, regret, loneliness, anger, longing, joy.

These emotions will be amplified.

Therefore, even if the target realizes that they are trapped in an illusion, they are powerless to change the situation and will be overwhelmed by the emotions generated in the illusion, unable to escape.

The ninja stood not far from Morion, patiently waiting for several seconds. Once he was sure Morion was completely immersed in the illusion, he took two steps forward, walked up to Morion, took out a kunai, and pointed it at Morion's forehead.

Moraine's eyes were covered with a hazy gray color, indicating that he had completely fallen into a hallucination.

The fluorescent lines on his face began to deepen, but this was not the effect of a ninja's technique. He didn't know what was happening and guessed it was Morion's own technique's instinctive reaction.

How could you fall for it so easily?

The ninja even found it somewhat unbelievable.

He assassinated many sorcerers.

There are level three, level two, and even level one sorcerers.

The first-level sorcerer he assassinated struggled in the hallucination for almost an hour before finally succumbing to it.

But the special-grade fighter in front of him was hit almost instantly, which puzzled him.

But no matter how confused I am, the task is the most important thing.

The kunai thrust forward, about to pierce Morion's brow.

But just as he was about to plunge in, he suddenly saw Morion's eyes move.

Those gray-tinged eyes suddenly lifted and looked straight at the ninja. The fluorescent patterns that had only reached the side of his face had now spread to the bottom of his eyes and entered the whites of his eyes.

The next moment, a violent explosion rang out.

boom!

The huge explosion was heard almost throughout the entire street.

Pedestrians not far away looked up in the direction of the explosion and saw that the glass of a hotel on a high floor suddenly shattered. Countless tiny black particles poured out of the windows like a flood, sliding down the side of the dozen-story building and almost enveloping the entire building.

More "tides" surged out, flying into the air and obscuring the entire sky.

Spell 3

Chapter 90 Dream

Morion finished the last piece of meat on the table. Hearing his mother nagging him to eat some vegetables, he smiled, put down his chopsticks, and looked at his mother, whose expression was a little helpless.

"Mom, I'm full." He smiled and patted his stomach.

He used to love doing this the most.

First, they kept eating meat, and then after finishing, they said they were full and couldn't eat anymore, and that it was a pity they couldn't eat the remaining vegetables.

The mother looked at Morion, shook her head helplessly, and didn't bother to say anything more to her son.

I'm used to it.

Click.

A crisp sound rang out.

She immediately turned her head to look at the other man who had just pressed the lighter.

The man sitting next to him was a middle-aged man with a slightly overweight belly, a cigarette dangling from his mouth, which he had just lit.

"You're eating, why are you smoking?" the mother scolded.

"Didn't we finish eating?" the slightly overweight father replied innocently. "Wasn't it, son?"

He also asked Morion for his opinion.

“Yes.” Morion nodded with a smile as he watched this scene.

"Look," the father said, shrugging to indicate that no one was eating.

But his mother just looked at him without saying a word.

Their eyes met, and the father quickly gave in.

He stood up from his chair and said to Moraine:

"My company recently gave out some fruit, I'm going to cut a watermelon."

"Are you going to eat?"

Morion maintained his faint smile, looked at him, nodded, and said softly.

"it is good."

The father nodded, without putting out his cigarette, and walked into the kitchen next to the living room, taking out a cutting board and a knife, and turning on the range hood.

The mother took out her phone from her pocket, grabbed a phone stand from the corner of the dining table, placed the phone on it, plugged in her earphones, and planned to watch a TV series at the table.

She's not used to wireless headphones and still uses wired ones.

Because I always forget to charge it.

Moraine had heard her complain about the new phones removing the headphone jack, so she vaguely remembered it.

He didn't use his phone; he just sat at the dining table and watched silently.

Perhaps Morion's gaze was too direct, for his mother cast a questioning look at him.