Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

Chapter 110 A Single Slash

Natsuki Subaru walked to the middle of the alley and squatted down to tie his shoelaces.

Isaac stopped behind him, a few steps apart.

The alley was flanked by high walls, and Natsuki Subaru suddenly stood up and turned around.

Their eyes met.

Natsuki Subaru frowned slightly, puzzled.

Why would a stranger in a cloak stop in this narrow alley?

Suddenly, I realized that the distance was wrong; it was too close.

His pupils contracted.

Before he could even draw his sword, Subaru froze upon seeing Isaac's face and instinctively took a step back.

Isaac saw it clearly. This person knew him.

"don't want----"

Isaac's face looked very grim.

Clearly, he knew himself, and his fear was undeniable.

This was, in fact, the first time I had ever met him in person.

The sound of the long sword being drawn was very soft.

puff.

Natsuki Subaru looked down at his chest, then his back slammed against the rusty iron door with a dull thud.

The excruciating pain of his chest being ripped open caused him to collapse to the ground, writhing in agony.

"Ah—ah!"

Blood seeped from the gaps in the sportswear, slowly spreading through the cracks in the stone floor.

Isaac wiped the blood off his knife and sheathed it.

As Subaru's consciousness gradually faded, he watched Isaac turn and walk towards the other end of the alley.

Consciousness was severed without warning.

Consciousness was regained.

Wooden ceiling.

Morning light peeked in through the cracks in the windowpanes, and the sound of horse-drawn cartwheels rolling over gravel could be heard outside.

A pot of iron collided downstairs. Isaac opened his eyes and stared at the ceiling.

I lay there for a while, allowing my body and mind to reconnect.

The memories of the origin space are complete—the scene of killing Subaru Natsuki is equally clear.

The memory remains.

The point at which Subaru returns to life is the moment he lands in the capital, right after he receives his guard bounty.

He sat up, placed the knife across his lap, and repeatedly opened and closed the guard with his thumb.

Click—click—click—

The conclusion no longer needs to be verified.

The destiny anchor obtained from the mysterious Chen Chen can indeed prevent death and regression.

Or rather, one's soul does not belong to this world.

When the world is reset, it will naturally be outside the scope of Satella's authority.

Now we need to consider another issue.

Natsuki Subaru recognized him.

In that narrow alley, Subaru Natsuki will remember that Isaac killed him.

Isaac put the knife back on his pillow and pressed the back of his head against the wall.

This was entirely expected.

It is precisely because Natsuki Subaru retains his memories that one can determine whether their own memory has been reset by observing his reactions.

However, it is necessary for Natsuki Subaru not to change the storyline because he is afraid of him.

Judging from the previous rounds, even after being killed once, Subaru Natsuki still chose to go to the slums, not giving up on finding Emilia.

His obsession was deeper than he had anticipated.

Isaac stood up and fastened the ties of his cloak.

Today, Subaru Natsuki will go to see Reinhard.

Subaru Natsuki had already proven in previous rounds that he couldn't defeat Elsa on his own, so this round he would definitely go straight for the strongest opponent.

With his sudden appearance, Subaru Natsuki will only be more anxious than in the last round.

Therefore, it is necessary to stake out that warehouse in advance.

There is little difference between day and night in the slums.

Wooden houses of varying heights were crammed together, the alleyways were so narrow that two people could not walk side by side, and the stench of sewage filled the nostrils.

During the few days Isaac spent waiting for odd jobs at the Adventurers' Guild, he learned the location of Lord Rom's stronghold from a drunken mercenary.

In the northwest corner of the slum, the two-story brick and wood building with the most mottled exterior walls has unusually thick door panels.

That shabby self-built house is easy to spot.

Isaac went around to the side and found a shelter made of wooden crates and abandoned carts, where he crouched down and leaned against a moldy wooden barrel.

From this angle, you can see the warehouse's main entrance and the only window on the side. The backlit shadow of the wall completely obscures him. He pulls his cloak tighter, the dark gray fabric blending seamlessly with the shadow on the wall.

I waited for quite a while.

Natsuki Subaru walked quickly, pushing open the warehouse door alone. The door wasn't closed properly, leaving a small gap.

Isaac narrowed his eyes slightly.

The Sword Saint won't be too far from the warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, Subaru Natsuki's voice was so loud that it could be heard clearly even from outside.

Subaru Natsuki strode into the warehouse.

A huge, bald old man stood up from behind a pile of old crates, crossed his arms in front of his chest, and looked down at the visitors.

Beside him, a girl with short blonde hair was crouching on an overturned shipping container, tossing a badge engraved with a dragon pattern up and down in her hand.

"Hey, Mr. Rom."

Natsuki Subaru raised his hand in greeting, his tone light and cheerful, unlike the person who had just jogged all the way through the alley.

"I brought the things."

He pulled an old flip phone from his pocket, pressed his thumb against the side of the screen, and the screen lit up.

Subaru Natsuki turned the screen towards Felt.

"Look closely. This thing is incredibly valuable back in my hometown. It can display images, glow in the dark, and record time—"

Ferut caught the badge, her brown eyes beneath her blond hair narrowing.

"It does glow, that's for sure. But can you even exchange this thing for money?"

"It's not just money that can be exchanged."

Natsuki Subaru put the phone back in his palm.

"Think about it, something unique across the entire continent, what price would it fetch at an auction? It's worth far more than a royal crest, isn't it?"

Grandpa Rom snorted through his nose.

"An auction? That's not a place for a thief like you. Kid, you think you can trade a badge for some glowing box that doesn't even know how to use? I don't think you can pull this off."

"I'm telling you, Mr. Rom, you have to think long-term when doing business."

Natsuki Subaru spread his hands, a forced smile still lingering on his lips.

"The badge is a hot potato; you'll get into trouble sooner or later if you keep it—but the meteor is different; nobody knows what it is."

Felt twirled the badge between her fingers and tilted her head to look at Emilia.

The silver-haired girl stood slightly behind Natsuki Subaru, the gray cat on her shoulder slowly stroking her back with its tail.

neck.

Emilia spoke up: "Felt, this whole thing started with you selling back what you stole from me to its original owner—"

Ferut jumped off the cargo box and stepped barefoot onto the dusty floor.

"Someone paid me a high price to steal this badge. Now you want me to return it, what about the employer's commission?"

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"How much."

Ferut gave a number.

Emilia glanced at Subaru Natsuki.

Natsuki Subaru's smile froze. He had just transmigrated; how could he possibly have money?

Grandpa Rom emerged from behind the wooden table.

"Are you serious?"

Felt stared at Subaru Natsuki for a moment, then suddenly bared her fangs, tossed the badge into the air, and caught it.

"Alright. Mr. Rom, listen to me this time."

After a moment of silence, Mr. Rom finally tapped his enormous bald head and swept the flip phone on the table into the drawer with his large, fan-like hand.

"Don't bring so little money next time you come to the slums, it's embarrassing."

Natsuki Subaru exhaled a long breath.

"It's great that the deal is done."

A voice, both strange and familiar, rang in his ears again. Natsuki Subaru turned his head sharply and saw that alluring figure—

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