Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

Chapter 109 The Beginning of the Cycle of Suffering

"I originally intended to collect the souls of those who died in the war to refine it, but I was warned by the Sage of Six Paths from the Pure Land—"

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Hinata Chen helplessly shrugged.

"Oh? It seems the souls of the ninja world really do have something! Otherwise, the old man of the Six Paths wouldn't have used the Pure Land as a means to resist the Otsutsuki clan from beyond the heavens!" Tenze Chen immediately realized.

"Yes. To stop me from causing trouble and increasing the ninja population so he could harvest more souls, he specifically allocated some Six Paths Power to me. That's how this fourth Truth-Seeking Ball came about—"

"and you----"

Hinata Chen crossed his arms, his expression serious.

"Of course not! The food's already in my mouth. He values ​​the soul so much, it must be something good. I can't let him have it!"

"What's with the Sharingan?" The enigmatic Chen Chen ignored the three's banter and shifted his gaze to Isaac Chen in the corner.

Isaac Dust's eyes closed at some point.

When he opened his eyes again, three tomoe slowly rotated in his dark red pupils, turning once and then turning again.

The gray fog subsided for two breaths.

"Interesting." Dragon Clan member Chen Chen sat up straight on the sofa.

Ethan stared at those eyes for a while.

"I've also obtained my magical powers?"

Isaac Dust opened his palm.

A warm white flame rose from his palm, weaker than the one Ethan had just seen, its edges tinged with a faint orange-red.

"Three-tomoe jade".

Hinata Chen looked at the unfamiliar three-tomoe jade pendants with a puzzled expression.

"You didn't get a cold shoulder during our last meeting."

"Maybe it's not compatible enough and can't be synchronized?" Isaac Chen wasn't sure either.

After all, he only obtained things from Hyuga Chen, Ethan Chen, and one other Chen Chen. Other Chen Chens had similar experiences to varying degrees.

Hinata Dust nodded.

Of course I know the answer; that's not what he's asking.

"The Sharingan is also a bloodline limit."

"The Sharingan is a reflection of the soul."

The enigmatic Chen Chen put down his coffee cup.

"A condensation of spiritual energy, housing the imprint of the soul. The Byakugan is a manifestation of the physical body and bloodline, and a bond with the soul—"

"I know," Hinata Chen interrupted him.

"The theory makes sense. The question is, why now?"

The question lingered in the gray fog for a moment.

Dragon Clan member Chen Chen's mind lit up, and he suddenly spoke.

"The reason you didn't land before is because you haven't started refining the Sharingan yet, and you don't have the bloodline for soul manifestation."

"Moreover, the part of the Sharingan you completed wasn't refined individually, but rather absorbed entirely," Chen Chen quickly added.

"The souls consumed are far more numerous than those refined individually. The moment your fourth Truth-Seeking Ball took shape, all the Sharingan souls you absorbed were merging. Now that your bloodline level is up to par, you naturally don't need such a low-level method, but for him—it's just right."

"Do you feel it yourself?" Chen Chen asked Isaac Chen.

Isaac Dust sat down again and closed his eyes.

"No. It was on its own after synchronizing with you. Each time I activate its eye power, it consumes mana. Dynamic vision and basic illusion magic are usable, and I've only tried copying martial arts techniques once. There shouldn't be any problems."

He opened his eyes, and the three tomoe slowly rotated in his dark red pupils.

Hinata Chen's reincarnation aura flickered slightly.

"The evolution of the Sharingan requires mental stimulation."

"The three tomoe are the starting point. How to go up—the kaleidoscope, eternity—I don't know. Maybe there is no way at all."

"Perhaps it's best to stop in the best place," Ethan Chen suddenly said.

All eyes turned to him.

"You know the price of the Sharingan better than I do. The higher you go, the stronger your eye power becomes, but the greater the side effects. Overuse of the Mangekyou Sharingan will inevitably lead to blindness sooner or later. You'll always need the eyes of your loved ones to replace them."

Ethan's voice was not loud, and his white wings gently folded and unfolded behind the chair.

"These eyes might have a path to evolution that doesn't require mental stimulation, after all, we're still here—"

"Um!"

Isaac Chen nodded vigorously, and everyone dispersed.

The gray fog surged back up from the edges.

When I opened my eyes again, the wooden ceiling of a cheap hotel in the capital of Lugnica was above me.

The morning light cast long, thin streaks of light on the wall through the gaps in the windowpanes.

Outside the window, there was the sound of horse-drawn cartwheels rolling over gravel, and downstairs, there was the clanging of iron pots.

The hotel owner started preparing breakfast.

Isaac sat up in bed, his right hand instinctively resting on the scabbard of the long sword beside his pillow.

The knife is still there.

He blinked and looked around to make sure his vision hadn't changed.

I got out of bed and washed my face with cold water.

I stared at the water for a while longer.

I saw my eyes bobbing at the bottom of the basin, my dark red pupils appearing somewhat profound at that moment.

The Adventurers' Guild is located on the east side of the central square of the royal capital, in a two-story stone building.

When Isaac pushed open the door, there weren't many people in the hall. A few mercenaries were sitting on a bench in the corner sharing black bread. Behind the counter was a thin man wearing a monocle, his hair slicked back with hair oil.

He took the guard duty certificate from Isaac, checked the seal and signature, took a leather bag from the drawer, and pushed it open on the counter.

"The caravan manager said you did a good job."

The employee adjusted his monocle, looking over the top of the lens.

"I'll give you priority notification next time there's work."

Isaac tucked the bounty bag into his pocket and nodded.

When I pushed open the door, the midday sun had already bathed the entire square.

I bought a meat-filled pancake by the square and ate it while leaning against the stone railing of the fountain.

The square was bustling with people, vendors were hawking their wares, and several children were chasing a deflated ball as they ran past the fountain.

Then he saw the person in the tracksuit.

A black and white striped jacket with an unreadable pattern on the chest, paired with blue trousers and a pair of...

You won't find another pair of these sneakers in the world.

Natsuki Subaru stood in front of a fruit shop at the other end of the square.

Isaac took a bite of the bread without looking away.

Several casual laborers were gathered in front of the bulletin board, and Natsuki Subaru was mixed in with them. His height and hair color were not particularly outstanding.

He glanced at the notice for a moment, then turned and walked towards the east side of the square.

With a clear direction, there was no hesitation to turn back.

Isaac stuffed the last piece of crust into his mouth, dusted off the crumbs on his hands, and got up from the fountain railing.

Subaru Natsuki had already left the fruit stand and turned into a narrow alley connecting the commercial street and the slum.

Isaac kept a distance behind Subaru Natsuki, using the wooden crates and clothes drying on both sides of the alley to conceal his figure.

Natsuki Subaru did not turn around.

If this were Subaru Natsuki's first round, he should be circling around the plaza, getting chased away by vendors because he has no money, and then bumping into Emilia.

That's the process.

Second round or third round?

Isaac couldn't be sure, but it certainly wasn't the first round.

So————

Isaac narrowed his eyes slightly, and used his thumb to draw the long sword from his waist. There were some things that needed to be confirmed.

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