Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

In the back kitchen of the coffee shop, the proprietress turned on the radio.

A faint old song drifted out from behind the curtain, light and relaxing.

"I know all of this. You've known me for a year, and I've known you for a year. You're observing me, and I'm observing you in the same way."

She looked up into Chen Chen's eyes.

"I've already imagined that if you suddenly realized I wasn't there, you would sit at my table in the library and flip through all those old magazines that nobody reads before going home. And then you might think to yourself, 'Where did Xia Mi go?'"

Chen Chen remained silent, waiting quietly for what was to come.

"If you don't agree, I'll still remember you even after you leave this room today. If you're still worried, you can erase my memory... but I won't hate you for it. You have your own principles."

Chen Chen extended his right hand again, looking at Xia Mi expectantly.

"It's just that my memories as Chen Chen were erased, but I have backups... I'll never forget you, Lao Xia."

Xia Mi looked at him strangely and remained silent for a long time.

So long that the songs on the radio kept changing, so long that all the ice at the bottom of the glass melted into water.

Then she raised her right hand from the edge of the table, hovering hesitantly above Chen Chen's outstretched palm.

"I will not be your subordinate!"

"certainly!"

Chen Chen reacted quickly, grabbing Xia Mi's hand and pinning the back of her hand against his palm.

He then used his dragon blood to grant himself his first incantation.

【Word of Power: Oath of True Blood】

In an instant, the world around them seemed to stand still, and a crack appeared in Chen Chen's and Xia Mi's palms.

Unlike the usual bright red, a drop of blood, shimmering with deep blue, flowed from Chen Chen's palm into Xia Mi's palm.

"hiss……!"

Xia Mi looked down at their clasped hands.

The crack in my palm has healed, leaving only a faint, almost invisible red mark on my skin.

The drop of dark blue blood was still inside her; she could feel it traveling upstream along her veins, through her wrist, across her forearm, and finally into her heart.

The path it traversed left a faint warmth, and her dragon blood did not reject it.

"What did you do?"

Chen Chen tried to loosen his grip, but failed. He glanced at his tightly clenched hand and stopped struggling.

"This drop of blood will, over time, purify the dragon blood that originally belonged to the Black King, and eventually become completely integrated into my bloodline."

"You didn't tell me there was this step."

"Would you reach out your hand if I told you?"

Xia Mi glared at him, her clenched left hand pulling Chen Chen directly to her face, while her other hand grabbed Chen Chen's collar, staring intently into Chen Chen's eyes.

Chen Chen looked calmly into her eyes without saying a word.

Her golden eyes had begun to become unstable, and the area around her eyes started to turn slightly red, but she did not remove her hand from his collar.

After hesitating for a moment, she finally loosened his collar.

Chen Chen frowned slightly, but his hand still didn't loosen.

"This girl is really strong, my hand hurts..."

Xia Mi looked down at her palm.

The Black King's bloodline had flowed in her body for countless years, never mixed with any foreign blood.

The four monarchs distrusted each other and never had any interaction at the level of their own bloodlines.

The Secret Society wants to kill her, and the Black King will settle scores with her upon his return; her own people each have their own agendas.

Whether it's worth it or not is hard to say. But your blood definitely has something special about it.

Clearly, Xia Mi had already noticed the changes that were beginning to occur in her body. Natural elemental energy spontaneously flowed into Xia Mi's body, assisting her heart in undergoing the transformation of her bloodline.

Seeing Chen Chen's face begin to contort, Xia Mi smiled slightly, loosened one of her clenched hands, picked up the iced Americano on the table, and took a sip.

After finishing his drink, he frowned and put the cup back on the saucer.

"It's still bitter. Can you do something useful and get me another cup of milk tea?"

"Hiss...! You just said you didn't want milk tea."

"I want to drink it now."

"It seems the Blood Oath doesn't include errand services."

"Now you won't even change my milk tea...you bastard!"

"Alright, alright, I give up, my ancestor."

Chen Chen stood up and walked to the counter.

The proprietress looked up at him, a subtle smile in her eyes, probably used to the two students lingering there chatting after paying their bills.

Chen Chen selectively ignored the proprietress's teasing, carried the milk tea back to the booth, and pushed one of the cups in front of Xia Mi.

"With double the pearls."

Xia Mi took the milk tea, inserted the straw, stirred it a few times, and took a sip.

A face, simply pleased by the sweetness, came into view.

The corners of his mouth curved upwards, his eyebrows relaxed, and his eyes narrowed into two crescent moons.

"That's right. Iced Americano is just asking for trouble."

"You ordered it first."

Xia Mi glared at him.

Then she continued to drink her milk tea with her head down. After a few sips, she put the cup down and remained silent for a while.

The sunlight outside the window was already slanting, shining in through the glass and casting a pale gold hue on her ponytail.

"I haven't heard of the Word of Power 'True Blood Oath' before. It's not a Word of Power from the Black King's system, right?"

"The first one I awakened myself. It doesn't belong to Nighogg. What, are you afraid I'll use it for something else?"

"What can you do to me?"

She raised her chin as she said this, and her eyes became subtle.

"After you complete your own transformation, you can activate this Word of Power on Fingel, but his bloodline purity will be slightly lower than yours."

Xia Mi watched Chen Chen awkwardly change the subject, and the corners of her mouth curved up. As a dragon king, Xia Mi naturally understood the reasons behind Fingel's bloodline issue.

It's nothing more than that what I obtained came from a drop of blood from the 'Source' Dragon King. According to this calculation, I am considered a first-generation descendant of Chen Chen's bloodline.

"You're smart to know your place."

She took another sip of milk tea, her tone becoming even lighter.

"But the reason you're so honest... you have Fenrir, Words of Power, and bargaining chips—you have it all. And all I have about you is a drop of blood and a promise."

"And one more milk tea... with double pearls."

Xia Mi's lips twitched slightly.

"Every time the atmosphere is right and you can act like a normal person, you have to act like a jerk."

She stood up, slung her bag over her shoulder, and held the milk tea in her hand without putting it down.

As she walked to the entrance of the coffee shop, she turned to the side and pointed at Chen Chen with her straw.

"Come help me move my things at the graduation ceremony tomorrow."

"You want me to go to the senior high school building?"

Xia Mi pushed open the door, and the wind chimes tinkled.

"You have a problem with me asking you to move a table?"

Chen Chen pushed his sunglasses up his nose.

"Which floor was it again?"

"Fifth floor."

"OK."

Xia Mi stood in the sunlight at the doorway, her ponytail swaying in the wind.

She opened her mouth as if to say something, but in the end she just waved her hand, turned around and left.

Canvas shoes clattered on the cement bricks of the sidewalk, while a milk tea cup swayed gently in her hand.

Chen Chen waited until she was far away before standing up.

He stacked the two empty glasses on the table together and nodded to the proprietress behind the counter.

The wind chimes rang again when the glass door was pushed open, but this time Xia Mi could no longer be seen across the street.