Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

As night fell, a sea breeze blew.

The ship was slowly heading towards Kirigakure. Hyuga Chen adjusted his straw hat, which had been blown askew by the wind.

He leaned on his shoulder to comfort the sleeping Hongdou, whose breathing was steady, her fingers still gripping his sleeve tightly even in her sleep.

Hinata Chen pulled her coat up to cover her shoulders.

The boat owner had already begun preparing dinner, and wisps of cooking smoke drifted away on the sea breeze.

Looking at the sleeping face beside him, Hinata Chen finally relaxed.

His eyes were slightly closed, and he blinked.

Gray fog surged in from all directions, and the deck beneath our feet vanished.

Origin space.

The five people looked at each other and nodded slightly.

The gray fog continued to churn, and all five people simultaneously looked in the direction of the churning.

A figure stumbled out of the fog.

He staggered a couple of steps before regaining his balance.

The person in the black robe raised their head, revealing a face that was almost identical to theirs.

The man scanned the five identical faces, but didn't dare to speak.

Memory synchronization begins.

After the synchronization ended, there was a moment of silence in the gray fog.

Ethan Chen recovered and slowly spoke.

"Finally found the main group...!"

Chen Chen chuckled in response. "That's to be expected..."

His expression immediately turned serious, and Ethan Chen also wisely put away his smile. The other four people all understood the weight of the matter.

"Everyone, there's something I need to share."

Chen Chen was always the quietest one in the Origin Space, and every time he spoke, it was with crucial information.

"After reaching the Yang Shen realm, I began to try to sense the progress of severing the three corpses..."

"I've discovered that I didn't desecrate the body..."

Tian Zechen lowered his hand from his chest. "Doesn't exist? Perhaps we should find Tu Junfang and get a method to awaken the Three Corpses?"

The mortal Chen Chen interrupted, "This is meaningless. There's no way to completely sever the three corpses. If you keep hanging on like this, it will greatly deplete your mental energy."

"Then we can only try to find a solution by looking at similar situations..."

"For example... Feng Baobao and the Old Master."

Hinata Dust opened his mouth to supplement.

"Let's leave it at that for now. Nothing major happened in the others' memories. How's it going on your end?"

Chen Chen agreed to Hinata Chen's suggestion and then asked a question.

"The Water Kingdom is surrounded by the sea, a natural barrier. The Blood Mist policy has just ended, the internal structure has been cleansed, and the old structure has been broken down, making it easy to take control."

"Doesn't Anko know about the Hokage Building?"

"I didn't tell her. She thinks we eloped now. She doesn't need to know. At least not tonight."

Ethan Chen had been listening quietly when he was suddenly called out by someone named Chen Chen.

"Your situation is more delicate than any of ours. You are a demon, but you possess full human emotions. Your ability to use goddess magic proves in itself that there are cracks in the laws."

"You have a long life ahead of you, Ethan. Try more things, don't always wait for next time."

Ethan Chen looked up. The six people shared roughly the same memories and understood the unspoken meaning in Chen Chen's words.

The gray mist slowly swirled among the six people, then began to swirl back from the four corners.

Ethan opened his eyes.

The dark ceiling of the back room of the church pressed down on us.

He lay on his side on the hard wooden bed, his right hand under his cheek and his left hand clutching the corner of the blanket.

Slowly experience the changes brought about by this synchronization.

Different.

Ethan raised his right hand to his eyes, feeling a strange soreness deep in his eye sockets.

Previously, I was blind in the dark, but now I can clearly see the palm lines and the trajectory of the magic flow, like mercury flowing in a thin tube.

His pupils were tinged with a deep blue, with streaks of gold embedded within them.

He couldn't see these things himself; there were no mirrors in the room.

Ethan reached out and touched his forehead.

The demon's horns were covered by a mask.

This mask, which merely conceals the demonic features, is likely ineffective against first-level mages. Divine Refinement is a good method to enhance the mask, thus eliminating the risk of exposure.

The sea breeze blows outside the window.

The sound of creaking wooden planks echoed down the corridor.

The church steward is walking from the kitchen toward the sanctuary.

It's almost dawn.

Ethan threw off the covers and stepped barefoot onto the floor.

Washing my face is a rare moment when I take off my mask.

The water in the copper basin sloshed, reflecting a blurry face.

Staring at his reflection in the water, he naturally noticed the change in his pupils, but when he thought about how the eyes of the other Chen Chens had also changed like that, he didn't pay much attention to it.

Half a hard bread was placed on a bench in the main hall.

The bakery owner next door gave it to me yesterday; the crust was already a bit dry.

Someone hesitated for a moment before knocking on the door.

He stuffed the last bite of bread into his mouth, dusted off the crumbs on his hands, and went over to pull the latch.

There were three people standing at the door.

A fisherman, his cheeks flushed, had a dirty cloth wrapped around his left arm, the bloodstains on it already blackened.

He hadn't seen the other two faces before. They were dressed in thick cloth clothes typical of northern mountain areas: an old man and a young woman, with the young woman supporting the old man.

Ethan leaned against the door frame.

"Line up. Those who are seriously injured go first. Raise your hand if you think you're about to die."

The fisherman raised his right hand, but couldn't lift his left.

Ethan pulled him in and pressed him down on the bench.

He deftly untied the dirty cloth.

"hiss……!"

The cloth was stuck to the wound; when it was torn off, it brought with it a layer of rotten flesh, and the edges of the wound were red, swollen, and severely infected.

Hold your palm above the wound.

Silently, he began to mobilize his magic.

Bathed in the morning light...

Magic seeped from the palm of his hand.

A warm yellow light covered the wound, and the redness and swelling on the fisherman's arm began to subside from the edges, healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The fisherman looked down at his arm, his mouth slightly open.

"You... weren't this fast before."

Ethan withdrew his hand and glanced at the fisherman sideways.

"I've raised the price; it'll be a discount of one copper coin."

"Wasn't it free before?"

"If you don't pay, I can help you redo the injuries that were just healed."

The fisherman muttered something as he pulled a copper coin from his pocket and placed it on the bench.

Ethan pocketed the copper coins.

It was nearly noon by the time we finished treating the patients from the morning.

Just as I was about to close the shop to go have lunch, I heard the sound of horses' hooves coming from the alley entrance.

A young man jumped off the horse, his clothes stained with dried blood, the angle at which the blood splattered indicated it wasn't his own.

The young man stopped in his tracks at the church entrance, panting.

"Brother Ethan... Oak Village... Monster attack... More than a dozen injured..."

Ethan took the travel medicine kit from the hook behind the door.

"lead the way."

When Ethan Chen arrived, half of the roof of the Oak Village church had been torn off.

Tiles were scattered all over the ground.

The church cross was leaning against the door frame, and no one had bothered to straighten it.

In the open space at the village entrance, a few strands of brown hair casually pulled up a few large trees and branches from the roadside and quickly set up a temporary shed.

The owner of the hair stood in front of the shed, thin and frail, with a cloth wrapped around his left arm, the cloth stained with dark brown blood.

It was indeed Zanze.