Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

The weather is starting to turn autumnal.

Ethan found a sheltered open space by the roadside.

I took off my backpack, leaned against the tree trunk, and let out a long breath.

There weren't many things that came out of the backpack.

Half a bag of dry food, a first-aid kit, and a change of clothes.

Turn it over from the bottom and you'll find a mask and a neatly folded piece of black cloth.

Turn the mask over so the inside is facing up and place it on your knees.

Aura saw through his mask that day. The temporary enhancement was still too weak; it didn't mean the next one would give him the same opportunity.

The golden threads on the deep blue background of the pupils of the Twilight Star Eyes flow around the edges of the pupils.

The magic was activated, and its power seeped from his fingertips, as fine as spider silk, thread by thread, into the patterns on the inside of the mask.

To prevent his nose from turning red like last time, he inscribed a vibration spell on the inner edge of the mask before sheathing his sword.

If the interference layer is forcibly breached, the mask will emit a slight tremor.

I checked the mask along its edges. It fit perfectly.

One mask isn't enough, Ethan picked up the piece of black cloth.

Continue using the amazing and ingenious tools, the Divine Strategist.

A magical absorbent membrane is embedded between the fibers on the inside of the cloak by the Divine Refinement, wrapping between the warp and weft of the fabric.

Put on the cloak.

The hood pressed down to his brow bone, the mask covered the upper half of his face, and the black cloth hung from his shoulders to his ankles.

The magical circulation of the Dragon Dance circuit within the body continued as usual.

The escaping magic touched the inside of the cloak, was absorbed by the absorption membrane, and was forced back into the body's circulation.

I took a mirror out of my backpack and looked at myself.

The shadow of the hood pressed down on the top edge of the mask, and the black cloak wrapped up to his chin.

Only a pair of eyes were visible.

After resting, I stood up and slung my backpack over my shoulder.

Until we rounded the ridgeline, the view suddenly opened up.

The hills to the north rise in layers to the horizon, their green grass rippling in the wind like waves.

Ethan stood there for a moment.

Originally, I was planning to return to Rijel to apply for a church recommendation letter.

This was the original plan.

Now... Ethan wants to improve himself, at least to the point where he doesn't have to hide himself anymore.

After encountering other Chen Chenzi at the origin, he needed to delve deeper into the mystery of why he, as a demon, was able to use the goddess's magic.

Recalling his past life, Ethan Chen prepares to find the goddess stone tablet that can send Frilian to the past.

These stone tablets were created when the Goddess of Creation, in the mythological era, dismantled and sealed her own primordial magic, leaving a total of 10 tablets evenly distributed across the entire continent.

The "Chronicle of the Time-Crossing Bird" in the Holy Scripture corresponds to the time-based magic in the Stone Tablet of Mount Kino. Only by combining the two can Fiarator be activated to send Frilian back to the past.

Besides, that stone tablet isn't too far away from me now...

As Ethan Chen thought this, Ligel grew further and further away behind him, separated by several hundred miles and a few towns he hadn't yet decided whether to bypass.

On the afternoon of the fourth day, Ethan saw the wooden fence of the outpost.

A fence stood between two mountain walls, blocking the entire mountain path.

The wood is new, and the burrs on the saw cuts haven't been smoothed out yet.

Behind the fence stood a stone watchtower, the flag atop which fluttered in the autumn wind.

A dozen or so travelers had gathered outside the fence.

A merchant carrying a basket of goods, an old farmer leading a donkey, and a woman holding a child.

Some people were arguing with the guards, while others sat on the roadside stones with their luggage scattered all over the ground.

Ethan slowed his pace, pulling his cloak hood down low.

The guard was a veteran.

He placed the wooden spear across the gap in the fence and repeated the same sentence to everyone who came forward.

"A church or association permit is fine. If not, take a detour."

The merchant turned his basket upside down and pulled out a crumpled caravan pass.

The veteran glanced at it and let them pass.

When it was Ethan's turn, the veteran glanced at him; his face was covered by a mask, only his eyes were visible.

"Identification documents".

Ethan took out the monk's certificate from the Lijer Church from his pocket.

The veteran took it, flipped through it a couple of times, then looked up from the ID and back at the mask.

"monk?"

"From the Ligel Church."

"This certificate is valid at the church." The veteran returned the certificate to him.

"The outpost requires a pass, or proof of being a first-level mage, or a letter of recommendation from a bishop of the church."

"Where did this bishop come from nearby?"

"Then we'll take a detour."

The veteran's voice was not malicious. Behind him, several people with bandages were sitting against the wall in the sentry post: a middle-aged woman, a young man, and an old woman with completely white hair, all of whom had some wounds on their bodies.

"These wounded..." Ethan looked inside the fence.

"We were attacked by the demons a couple of days ago..." The veteran realized what was happening.

"Let me see."

The veteran was silent for a moment, then turned and glanced at the white-haired old woman in the outpost. She was breathing shallowly and her lips were pale.

I stepped aside, giving way by half a step.

"Come in."

Ethan squeezed through the gap in the fence and squatted down in front of the white-haired old woman.

Remove the right glove.

The old woman's wound was on her calf. The moment the bandage was untied, a sweet, fishy smell of rotting flesh rushed into her nostrils.

The palm is suspended above the wound.

The goddess's magic activated. A pale white halo seeped from her palms, covering the tear in her calf.

The remaining magic was peeled away bit by bit from the edge of the wound, the black aura dissipated in the halo, and the flesh closed up from both ends toward the middle.

When Ethan finished treating the three wounded, the travelers outside the fence stared at him and prayed.

"May the Goddess protect you..."

Ethan shook his head slightly and put his gloves back on.

The veteran stood beside him, his expression softening.

"Monk, you..."

Ethan Chen didn't reply; he indeed didn't have the identification.

Just then, a voice came from beside the fence.

"I recognize him."

Ethan turned his head.

Olive green stubble on his scalp, and his elf-like pointed ears were very noticeable.

The entire elf was as wide as a door panel.

The sleeves of the monk's robe were rolled up to his elbows, revealing well-developed muscles in his forearms.

She wore a goddess emblem pendant around her neck, so worn that the original ridges were almost invisible.

The elven monk had been standing there for who knows how long.

Ethan Chen's Twilight Star Eyes did not detect any magical fluctuations.

It was unclear whether the other party was not using magic, or whether they had concealed it to a degree that he could not detect.

"He was a monk who came to support the disaster area, and he was traveling with me."

The veteran turned to look at the elf.

"Who are you……"

"Kraft." The elf took out a badge from inside his robe and handed it to the old soldier.

The veteran wiped the magic engraving on the back of the badge.

it is true.

"I'll vouch for him and take him there." Kraft took back his badge.

"Pass."

Ethan squeezed through the gap in the fence.

Kraft was already waiting for him on the mountain path ahead, carrying a bag of dry rations on his shoulder.

Ethan walked over and stopped a person's distance away.

Thank you.

"No need." Kraft strode forward.

Ethan Chen stood still and didn't follow.

"I'm heading in the direction of the Chino Gorge."

"I know, it's in the north too." Kraft said without turning his head.

"There's a village ahead that was attacked by demons the day before yesterday. They're in dire need of a monk. Since you're here to help, I'll take you there on my way."

Ethan Chen's feet didn't move.

"support……? 』

Just now at the checkpoint, Kraft told the veteran... he was a monk who came to support the disaster area.

They did not deny it at the time.

If you deny it, it would be tantamount to admitting that you had ulterior motives in treating the three wounded soldiers earlier.

The veteran will stop him again.