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

"Is it that obvious?" Morion didn't deny it, answering with a smile.

The father nodded smugly, pleased that he had guessed his son's thoughts.

"Didn't get the card you wanted?" he asked Morion with a smile.

The Moraine family is quite open-minded.

Morion's family knows that he likes to play secondhand games, and sometimes he will draw cards and recharge money, but they do not stop him.

Moraine's smile deepened.

"Yeah, the gacha pool is over, and I didn't get either of the characters I wanted."

He used his chopsticks to pick up the leftover food from the plate, picked up a piece of leftover meat, and threw it to his pet dog on the ground.

"Then let's wait until the next rerun and try our luck again." The uncle rattled off the terms used in the second game.

“There won’t be an encore,” Moraine replied softly.

"It's out of print?"

"Yes, it's out of print."

…………

Less than a minute ago.

Facing the swarm of insects rushing towards him, Taro Igawa was not overly alarmed.

He quickly stepped back, reaching out his hand towards the wall to the side.

boom!

The wall shattered, and an iron chain flew in through the smashed hole, wrapping around his hand and trying to pull him away.

But at the same time, the swarm of insects overwhelmed him.

Taro Igawa was prepared to struggle between the swarm of insects and the chains. He quickly covered his entire body with his magical power to defend against the insects' bites.

But the next moment, he suddenly felt his hand go empty and he could no longer feel his left arm.

He looked blankly at his left hand and found that his left arm had been neatly cut open, starting a little above the elbow.

This wound doesn't look like it was caused by insects at all.

The opening was so neat and smooth that only a true master swordsman could create such a wound.

puff.

Blood immediately gushed from the wound.

Taro Igawa's first reaction was astonishment.

Does it hurt?

He seemed to have never grown that arm, and felt no pain at all.

But just then, he noticed that the insects that had been covering him had disappeared.

He appeared in a gray, gloomy place.

The surroundings were filled with a thick, pervasive mist, and the ground beneath my feet felt like soil, but I couldn't quite place what it was.

Taro Igawa cautiously looked around, holding a kunai, ready for battle.

But after waiting for more than ten seconds, the expected attack did not occur.

suddenly!

A figure appeared out of nowhere beside him.

In the thick fog, Taro Igawa couldn't see who the person was at all; he could only see that the man was bent over, making a gesture as if to draw his sword.

Instinctively, he thrust out a kunai, while the newly appeared figure also swiftly swung a slash.

The kunai struck the target's head, and Igawa Taro was cut in half at the waist.

His upper body detached from his body and fell to the ground.

"What a fast knife! Just as fast as my brother's knife!"

This was the first thought that crossed Taro Igawa's mind.

"Am I going to die? I don't want to die..."

This was the second thought that crossed Taro Igawa's mind.

"Fortunately, I hit the enemy's head, which should lighten the burden on my brothers. Even a Special Grade enemy will be weakened if their brain is attacked."

This was the third thought that crossed Taro Igawa's mind.

"Hmm? It doesn't hurt?"

This was the fourth thought that crossed Taro Igawa's mind.

Why is my consciousness still so clear?

This was the fifth thought that crossed Taro Igawa's mind.

Five thoughts flashed through his mind, and Igawa Taro realized that even after being cut in half at the waist, his consciousness remained clear.

Several seconds have passed.

He struggled to sit up and looked down at his lower body, which had fallen to the ground.

"Brother? Brother!" A dark figure rushed up to him from not far away, with a kunai stuck in its head and a blank and terrified expression.

He had just forgotten about his older brother.

Just as the eldest brother was swallowed up by the swarm of insects.

"What's with that expression?" Just as Igawa Taro was about to scold him, he noticed a third figure appear.

Saburo Igawa fell from mid-air and landed on the ground.

He looked at the two people beside him, his eyes first blank, then filled with terror.

Jiro Igawa's expression immediately turned to one of utter despair.

"What's wrong?" Igawa Taro, who had been cut in half at the waist, asked with a frown.

He rarely saw his younger brothers with such expressions.

Saburo Igawa clearly caught up with his second brother's train of thought quickly, and his expression immediately turned ugly.

Jiro Igawa reported his and his younger brother's situation to his older brother.

Taro Igawa's face also darkened.

He understood what was going on.

Those who are swallowed up by the swarm will be forgotten.

So who will come to their rescue?

Who will come to save three people who don't exist?

But that's not the point.

The key point is...

Taro Igawa glanced at his lower body, which had been severed at the waist, and his expression suddenly turned extremely ugly.

No... no...

Impossible... Impossible... Impossible!

He suddenly reached out and snatched the knife from Igawa Jiro's waist. Looking at his own lower body in front of him, he hesitated for a moment before slowly opening up his stomach.

but……

It doesn't hurt.

It doesn't hurt at all.

His expression turned even uglier.

He started to exert force.

harder and harder!

Until all of his internal organs were dissected out.

He stabbed himself hard in the stomach again and again.

He still didn't die.

Finally, he slashed his own neck with the knife.

thump.

His head rolled off his neck and rolled twice.

But he didn't stop.

Headless, he groped his way out of his lower pocket and pulled out a kunai, slowly stabbing and smashing his own head, shattering his brain.

But he didn't die.

He is still alive.

He didn't feel any pain at all!

It won't hurt at all, and I won't die at all!

His brain was shattered, but he remained conscious.

Here, they seem to be immortal.

They can't die, they can't sleep, and they can't get out.

…………

Finally, after standing there for an unknown amount of time, the gray and white color in Morion's eyes quietly faded away.

His eyes moved as he looked around.

The dilapidated room was empty except for himself; the floor was covered with insects.