Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

The spear, shimmering with the light of the heavens, slipped from his grasp.

Sizzle...!

A piercing sound, like fingernails scraping across a blackboard, rang out as the dark red magic barrier was instantly pierced by the light spear.

The moment the light spear pierced the barrier, the compressed magic was released.

Bang!

The upper body of the high-ranking demon was instantly obliterated by the explosive magic, and the remaining lower body turned into a pool of evaporating black particles within a few breaths.

The open space at the village entrance has returned to quiet.

Ethan withdrew his hand, and the eyes revealed by the mask shone brightly, shimmering with golden light against the deep blue background.

"The 'Goddess's Three Shots' from the Chapter of the Great Fire of Judgment."

"To be used to this extent... Port Rigel has truly wasted your talent."

Kraft stood in the moonlight outside the church for a while, and after confirming that there were no other demons, he turned around and pushed open the church door.

The next morning.

As the sun rolled over the eastern ridge, a section of the rope on the church bell tower broke off, dangling and swaying slightly in the morning breeze.

Ethan finished examining the last few wounded soldiers.

A fork in the road at the village entrance.

To the west is a gravel road, which is where Kraft is going.

The road to the north is a dirt road that gets narrower and narrower until it disappears into the dark green shadows of the coniferous forest.

Ethan Chen is going that way.

Ethan reached his hand into his backpack.

After feeling around for a while, he pulled something out.

The size of a fist.

Rhomboid wood core.

The surface is inlaid with fine magical patterns, which are interlocked to form a miniature atmospheric magical absorption loop inside the wood core.

The craftsmanship of the Divine Machine Refinement... like the mask and cloak, was made from the leftover fairy wood.

By holding the wood core and activating the circuit, the spark can emerge from the center of the wood core.

He held it in his palm and handed it to Kraft.

"Here you go, this can preserve fire."

Kraft took it and flipped it over.

The wood core gleamed with a dull, silvery-gray luster in the morning light, its grain neat and even. I held the wood core up to my eyes.

"Nice craftsmanship, did you make it yourself?"

"Made on the way."

Kraft chuckled, did not refuse, and tucked it inside his robe.

"Ethan Chen... I hope that next time we meet, we can truly 'meet'."

No reply was received.

His broad back gradually blended into the distant golden-red horizon.

Ethan Chen naturally understood the implication, shook his head slightly, and turned to head north.

Not long after, the trees suddenly parted.

An open space, thick as an old blanket folded several times.

In the center of the open space stood a half-broken stone tablet.

A piece was chopped off at the top, and most of the engravings on the monument were eroded by time. Only fragmented strokes of the ancient goddess runes remained on the stone surface.

In Mu Xingtong's vision, a faint ripple spread outward from the inside of the stone tablet.

There is a line of text at the bottom of the stone tablet.

Ethan squatted down.

The engravings are deeper than the ancient writings on the surface of the stele, and they were carved many years later than the stele itself.

"Fiarator"

The return spell that Simmel left for Frilian.

An autumn breeze blew from the edge of the open space, brushing against the surface of the monument and bringing a cool breeze carrying the dampness of the moss.

Ninety-seven years ago, it was stuffed into the body of this demon.

I survived because I hid quickly, I was able to sneak into the church because I made a good mask, and I was able to learn the goddess's magic because I found a rotten holy book in the ruins of the abandoned church... I always thought so.

Later it turned out that wasn't the case.

The goddess's magic is irreconcilably effective against the demon race.

Ethan Chen stood up and took off his right glove.

My palm gently stroked the surface of the monument; the rough texture rubbed against my skin.

Suddenly, Mu Xing Tong was forcibly activated.

Something inside the stone tablet was "looking" back, triggering a stress response in the eyes.

The golden threads in his deep blue pupils contracted sharply, and the stone tablet in his field of vision was no longer just a stone.

The magical structure inside the monument is being peeled away layer by layer.

Hidden within is a core of light.

The Tongtian Talisman, synchronized with Chen Chen, was activated automatically at this moment.

"Communicating with the objective world through subjective intentions"

My palm was sucked in.

Ethan pulled his hand back forcefully.

The magic suddenly accelerated within the Dragon Dance circuit, causing muscles to tense and making it impossible to break free.

Gradually, I could no longer hear the sounds around me.

The sensation of the wind brushing against my ear gradually faded, leaving only the sound of my own heartbeat…

Boom, boom, boom...

Vision went black...

A cry broke the darkness.

Only when he realized the sound came from his throat did Ethan realize that he had made it himself.

A dull, aching sensation, like when using this organ for the first time, immediately welled up in my throat.

He wanted to open his eyes.

My eyelids feel like they're sewn shut; I can't open them.

cold.

My skin was completely wet.

The limbs seem to belong to someone else, placed beside the body, their presence vague.

"I can't move."

Consciousness can perceive very little.

My ears were filled with the sound of my own breathing, and each exhale left a trace of warmth on the roof of my mouth.

The sharp edges of the pebbles beneath him rubbed against his thin skin.

Footsteps.

Those are not human footsteps.

The spacing is uneven, and the groups are coming from different directions; there is more than one of them.

A fishy, ​​sour, and foul smell filled my mouth.

The smell moved from the left to directly above... The breath sprayed on my face, much warmer than the air.

That thing was smelling him.

Faced with a life-or-death crisis, Ethan finally opened his eyes.

Twilight Star Eyes.

Right now, only a pair of underdeveloped, deep blue pupils in their eye sockets could see what was in front of them.

Teeth, still covered in foul-smelling saliva, hung above his face.

There's no hope. Just wait to die.

Ethan Chen sensed the meager magical power within his body and resignedly closed his eyes.

Suddenly, I felt the pebbles beneath me getting warmer.

I thought it was my body heat that warmed the stone, until the temperature gradually rose and dispelled the cold from my body.

Light shone through from beneath him.

A warm, white light spread out beneath him.

Light began to condense above the body.

First came the outline, then the physical form.

The first recognizable shape is the wings, extending down the sides of the outline, followed by the corolla, and then the silhouette of the pointed ears.

He was shorter than I had imagined.

The tail of the winged scepter landed first.

There was no sound when the tip of the staff touched the gravel; instead, light rippled outward from the point of contact.

The wings folded inwards... The enormous wings closed from both sides towards the middle, enveloping young Ethan in a halo of light beneath them.

She bent down.

The petals at the edge of the flower trembled slightly as it bowed its head.

The phantom raised the scepter.

The tip of the staff pointed towards those lingering dark red outlines, and in an instant, those outlines were crushed into powder from the edges in that light.

The scepter was taken back.

She looked down at him.

The face was obscured by the light, making it difficult to discern all its features.

She didn't speak, only her general facial features were clearly visible.

Gently lower your head,

He gently kissed Ethan's forehead.

The blessing was completely absorbed into Ethan Chen's soul, and Ethan Chen finally saw the face of the phantom clearly.

A face filled with compassion for all living beings, looking gently at me.

The phantom began to shatter.

Darkness once again engulfed consciousness.

Consciousness began to sink deeper.

Weariness permeated my body, and my eyelids became incredibly heavy.

"It wasn't luck after all."

Everything became as still as deep water.

Consciousness bounces back into the body faster than it falls.

In an instant, he transformed from an immobile infant back into himself standing in front of the stone tablet.

The palm is still pressed against the surface of the monument, and the autumn wind is still blowing.

Ethan Chen was momentarily dazed, then suddenly felt a slight itch on his forehead.

Something on my forehead is loosening.

Ethan reached out to touch the two horns on his forehead, and the moment he touched them, the first crack spread upwards from the base of the horns.

The cracks are spreading at a speed visible to the naked eye.

The corners are starting to peel off.

The moment it broke off at the root, it felt as painful as if someone had forcibly snapped it in two.

Then the two horns detached from the skull at the same time, and began to shatter and dissipate into dust during the process of falling off.

When I touch my forehead with my fingers, the skin is smooth.

The wind grazed that patch of skin directly, just like anywhere else.

"Holy crap..."

Before Ethan could react, a sharp itch struck his back.

Something deep inside my shoulder blade is pushing outwards.

A soreness filled my back; my bones were rearranging; and two lumps bulged under my skin.

The skin, at the edge of the crack, shimmered with the same pale gold as the goddess's phantom.

The clothes were torn.

Feathers burst forth from the tear, unfolding all at once, with a white base that gradually fades to a very pale gold from the wingtip to the wing root.

Wings fully extended.

The wingspan trembled in the autumn wind, and Ethan Chen glanced back at the stone tablet.

The essence within the stone tablet no longer flickered, but turned into a stable warm white.

"Evator"

The power of time magic.

The last and only type of magic recorded in the chapter on the Bird of Time, one of the ten chapters of the Holy Scripture.

The magic that Simmel originally deciphered for Frillie was only partial, capable of sending consciousness to the past.

Ethan withdrew his hand from the monument.

The wind blew across the empty space on my forehead.

The texture still feels unfamiliar.

The wings slowly folded behind it.

Now the headache is how to cover it up again...