Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

Chen Chen then released his mental lock.

Three faint points of light emanated from his chest.

Here, the gravitational pull of the Chenzhu itself is the strongest aggregation field, and the three extraordinary characteristics are directly sucked into that gap.

There was a moment of silence.

The light patterns on the surface of the pearl began to fluctuate rapidly.

The crack reopened, and a ball of silvery-gray light emerged from it, hovering in front of me.

Feeding back.

The sequential nature of the audience pathway is broken down into basic nourishment for the soul and body.

Without further hesitation, Chen Chen reached his hand into the ball of light.

The palm of my hand felt warm.

The ball of light climbed up the finger, unfolding the complete potion recipe in the mind.

The core is the Gravity Stone, the medium is pure mercury, the sap of four-leaf clover is the balancing agent, and the lead powder and moonstone powder are the buffer between the spirit and the body.

The ball of light slowly shrank in the palm of the hand.

The remaining nutrients flowed down the arm and into the body, causing the light patterns on the surface of the pearl to dim.

The gravitational tides resumed their slow rise and fall.

Consciousness retreats along the lines of gravity.

Exiting the void, I could feel the hardness of the floor beneath my feet again.

The light through the gap in the curtains was still that dim, yellowish light.

His body remained stationary, without moving an inch.

Even though the potion ingredients had to be collected from scratch, as a Sequence 7 Extraordinary, Backlund's underground Extraordinary Materials Market was already very familiar to him.

three days later.

study.

The lead-gray Heart of Gravity rested on the desk; it was about the size of a fist, and its weight was noticeable when held in the hand.

Pure mercury rolled into three spheres in a glass dish.

The juice of four-leaf clover was contained in an amber-colored dropper bottle. Lead powder and moonstone powder, dried under moonlight, gleamed with a milky white luster.

The potion appeared as a silvery-gray suspension in the bottle.

When left to stand, the powder slowly forms thin lines perpendicular to the ground... like a plumb line settling in the bottle.

Take it with your head tilted back.

The liquid has no taste as it slides down the throat.

The spiritual and physical nourishment brought by the decomposed audience sequence 7, combined with the Yang God soul position from Chen Chen, completely suppressed and absorbed it the moment the magic potion entered.

The method of acting requires months or even years of slow adjustment, and only with a powerful soul.

Sequence 9 – The Scalesman.

Refined in an instant!

I walked to the desk.

Unfold a piece of parchment and write down the ingredients for the Clockmaker's potion, Sequence 8.

The shell of the timeworm, quartz sand, cogweed root, pure olive oil, and silver tuning fork.

Fold the parchment and put it in the drawer.

I walked to the window.

The sky over Backlund is always gray.

From Sequence 9 to Sequence 8, most extraordinary individuals need one to three years.

He possesses the soul status of a Yang God, and is nourished and refined by the Great Void.

The speed of digestion is not on the same level.

However, the bottleneck will begin to appear after Sequence 6, and physical strength will become the lower limit.

We need to find a way to temper our physical body in this mysterious world.

Perhaps, it wouldn't be a bad idea to use the collected extraordinary properties to feed back into the Abyss of the Void?

He brushed the silver-gray dust off his hands and walked back to his desk to sit down.

Quartz sand and silver tuning forks can be purchased from consumables suppliers of reputable watchmaking workshops.

The description of the gear grass rhizome was written as "rare plant rhizome for textile machinery lubrication experiments," and it was given to the gardener to handle.

The only thing that requires a gray channel is the Shell of Time Worms, but Chen Chen doesn't plan to go to the old cripple himself.

It's safer to contact the underground trading company that supplies aristocratic collectors under the guise of a viscount; if you can afford it, they'll deliver anonymously to your door.

Chen Chen tugged on the bell cord next to the desk.

The butler, Maurice, appeared at the study door three minutes later.

He was in his early sixties, with completely white hair that was neatly combed.

"gentlemen."

Chen Chen handed over the purchase list.

The handwriting on the list was neat and clear, and each item was marked with the source of the information and the budget limit.

Morris glanced at it, folded the list, and put it in his inside pocket.

"Find the cog grass roots to Old Tom the gardener, and the quartz sand and silver tuning fork to the old shop on Watchmaking Street. I'll arrange the other thing separately."

Morris nodded, turned and went out.

Just as the protagonist Chen Chen was trying out the abilities of his new sequence, his spirit was suddenly pulled away by a force.

"Damn it... why now?!"

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Meanwhile...

Klein's consciousness floated in the gray mist.

Countless crimson stars floated in the gray mist.

There is no ground, no sky, no direction.

There was deathly silence all around.

Occasionally, intermittent whispers echoed from the depths of the gray fog, and then Klein saw the star.

The one closest to him.

Of all the dark red stars, it should have been the same deep red.

Klein was certain he wasn't seeing things.

But in the few seconds he watched, blue first seeped out from the core, and then gold floated up, swirling around the edges of the blue texture.

Finally, it landed on a blue-gold star.

Klein stared at it.

Why is only this one different?

As he reached out toward the blue-gold stars, the edge of his knuckles brushed against two adjacent deep red stars.

The sense of distance was blurred in the gray fog, and the three stars were triggered at the same moment.

The gray fog began to churn.

The gray fog gathered from all directions and solidified underfoot.

The dome sank from the mist, and pillars rose one after another from the void. An ancient palace took shape in a matter of breaths, with a long bronze table in the center and high-backed chairs arranged on both sides of the table.

Klein paused, then looked around.

I have already sat down in the chair at the very top of the long table.

Three blurry projections descended upon the long table.

The first thing to materialize was a cluster of light and shadow on the left... the silhouette of a blonde girl with a slender figure.

Her projection rippled constantly, like a reflection on water disrupted by a pebble.

Klein couldn't see her facial features clearly, but could make out her general posture and movements.

She looked around, a sense of unease creeping in.

The second projection appeared almost simultaneously on the right... a burly figure with messy, dark blue hair.

He remained calm, and after standing still, his gaze slowly swept over the gray fog, the palace, the long table, and Klein.

Then comes the third course.

From that blue-gold star.

The silhouette of a young man, dressed in a dark suit, with black hair and a slender build.

The moment he landed, he glanced down at the gray mist beneath his feet, then his gaze swept lightly over the two projections beside him.

Stand quietly in place.

Klein's gaze lingered on the projection for less than half a second... purely because the blue-gold star was too dazzling.

But he quickly looked away.

Alger bowed slightly.

"May I ask who you are, and what purpose you have summoned us here?"

Klein's mind raced.

He needs an identity.

An identity that makes these two figures in front of him dare not make any rash moves.

The card he drew during a tarot reading on the street during the day resurfaced in his memory... The Fool.

The starting point of the Tarot, numbered zero, represents the beginning, the unknown, infinite possibilities, and also represents a person standing at the starting point of a journey.

There could be no more fitting disguise.

"This is just an experiment, you can call me..."

"Fool."