Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

The carriage bumped along the gravel road.

The knife in Ethan Chen's hand suddenly veered off course, the tip grazing the fairy wood in his hand and leaving a shallow mark.

He picked up the knife and looked at the eight sides of the rhomboid wooden blank in the light coming through the car window.

The calming pattern resembles fine leaf veins embedded in amber-colored wood, with only one side remaining.

The last blank page is where Ethan Chen plans to carve the Holy Emblem of Goddess.

The knife tip fell again.

Fairy wood is much harder than ordinary wood, and special materials require special methods.

The most versatile one is naturally the Divine Craftsmanship.

After synchronizing with the origin space, his magic and control precision improved by leaps and bounds. Having learned a new skill, he naturally felt excited and wanted to try it out.

Zanze sat opposite him, his back against the carriage wall, his long hair spread out on the seat like a piece of dark brown satin.

The magic detection range just covered the area around the carriage.

She has maintained this habit for six days.

The carriage suddenly stopped.

Ethan almost tripped and fell flat on his face, while the horse neighed outside.

Zanze opened his eyes.

When she got out of the carriage, her hair had already spread out around her body, with brown strands flowing out from both sides of the carriage door frame, forming a semi-circular defensive wall outside the carriage.

Ethan got out of the car behind her, stepped onto the gravel road, and saw the person in front of him clearly.

Long purple hair, a pair of familiar horns.

She stood in the middle of the road, holding a balance scale in her left hand, the two ends of the scale slowly returning to the horizontal line.

The driver was weighed just now.

Awula.

Ethan Chen's pupils contracted slightly.

The demon tribes in the northern plateau occasionally intersect.

When Awula saw Ethan, Awula also saw Ethan.

"It's you?!"

Aura smiled dismissively.

"It's such bad luck to run into a defective creature like you, mixing with humans, even if it's just on the way!"

Ethan quickly scanned the surrounding environment.

The mountain road was sandwiched between a valley on the left and a hillside on the right.

There was also half a bag of herbs he had picked on the road in the carriage... but none of them could be of any help.

magic.

Correct!

Ethan immediately tested his own magic.

Aula took two steps forward.

The horses in front of the carriage had already knelt down, their four legs bent, and their whole bodies were trembling.

The coachman lay slumped beside the horse, his pupils dilated, clearly under control.

Aura's gaze shifted from Ethan Chen, sweeping contemptuously over Zanze's long hair defense before returning to Ethan Chen's face.

"Zefis! What's wrong with you? Have you been fed the wrong things by humans for the past ninety-seven years?"

Ethan Chen did not answer, but he could sense that Zanze's emotions were unstable.

The same applies to Aura.

"The human behind you... a level one mage, right? Your magic power is probably only a quarter of mine."

"I'll turn you both into puppets and see what kind of expression Celie makes when she receives this gift."

Zanze gritted his teeth in anger, and his long hair transformed into dozens of sharp spikes in mid-air, all aimed at Awula.

Aura's magical barrier unfolded just before the spikes made contact, and none of the spikes pierced the barrier.

"I already said..."

Aura raised the scales of obedience.

The scales slowly floated up in her palm, with the trays at both ends aligned with Ethan Chen and herself.

The weights of two souls are placed on each side of the scale, with magic being the sole weight on each side.

Whoever is less important, will be subject to them.

Ethan and Aura each sent a wisp of magic to either end of the scale.

Seeing this, Zanze launched another attack.

This time it was a direct, frontal thrust. The strands of hair spontaneously wove themselves into a spear as thick as an arm during flight, and the density of magic concentrated at the spearhead made the air tremble.

The spear struck the barrier, causing a thin crack to appear on its surface.

Aura ignored it, and the scales began to tip.

The scales tipped towards Aura's side.

wrong!

Balance scales!

Aura's pupils contracted.

The sky, which had been tilting steadily towards her, was now slowly sinking towards Ethan Chen.

"impossible!"

The scales suddenly tipped completely in Ethan's direction.

The transfer of control.

Aura's knees slammed onto the gravel pavement, the sound of his kneecaps hitting the ground muffled in his flesh.

She looked up and glared at Ethan Chen.

Ethan Chen demanded that the dominated person not speak on their own initiative.

Ethan Chen didn't say much, but this time he shouted out the name of the move.

"The goddess's three-pointed spear!"

Three spears emanating from holy light pointed directly at his brow and chest.

Two shots to the chest, one to the head.

Unable to scream or struggle, her eyes were still staring at him in her last moments... The body began to dissipate in all directions, several times faster than it would naturally dissipate after death.

There was only a thin layer of dust left on the road.

Ethan withdrew his hand.

The horses in the carriage had already stood up, but the coachman was still slumped on the ground, staring wide-eyed at the fact that the once-standing Qi Bengxian was now nothing but a pile of ashes.

Zanze's long hair slowly receded.

"Ethan."

Ethan turned around and looked at her.

"You knew it all along..."

Zanze did not refute, and Ethan also realized it when Aura recognized him. Even Aura could see through the mask and find him directly, let alone Zanze, who often fought against demons.

"So... you're curious why I can use goddess magic?"

Ethan Chen looked away from her face.

The dust of Aura on the road had been blown away by the wind, leaving only the base of the scales resting on the gravel.

After the magic dissipates with its master, the scales are no longer a magical tool, but just a piece of metal.

"Alright. The payment for these six days will be calculated based on the number of days: four gold coins for six days. Here you go."

After thinking seriously for a moment, Zanze rejected Ethan Chen's request.

"According to the rules, settlement can only be made at the branch office. Payment cannot be made midway."

Ethan Chen was silent for a moment, then reached into his robes.

Take out the angular wooden pendant that was carved on the road; its amber luster dances on its surface.

The calming mantra is embedded within, and the bottom is engraved with the goddess's emblem.

He reached out and handed it to Zanze.

"This is for you. You said you were just pretending to sleep these past few days in the carriage... but you couldn't actually sleep."

"Just put this under your pillow; it'll calm your nerves and help you sleep."

I turned the pendant over, and the emblem shone in the sunlight.

"Since we can't settle the payment... I'll use this in exchange. It'll be four gold coins, no... one will do. Consider it a reward for my hard work these past few days."

Zanze didn't react; he simply stood there watching Ethan Chen's 'performance'.

Demons have no emotions.

Upon seeing this, Ethan lowered his eyes slightly.

Squat down and gently place the pendant on the ground, then raise your hands and stand up, slowly backing away.

After creating some distance, he turned and left.

Gradually disappearing from Zanze's sight.

This is giving up.

Forgo the reward.

Give up the expectation of being understood...

Zanze looked down at the diamond-shaped pendant on the fallen leaf.

In her more than forty years as a magician, she had killed countless demons... she couldn't remember.

Seria's special privilege magic was a sleeping spell that could eliminate the guilt and insomnia that followed murder.

She bent down and picked up the pendant.

The calming incantation glowed slightly under the infusion of magic, the angular wood felt warm to the touch, and all eight sides were smoothed by the pusher.

My fingers traced the ridges of the pendant, the side with the emblem shimmering faintly in the sunlight…