Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

a few days later.

Above the gray mist, deep red light shone from both ends of the bronze table.

Audrey's projection was the first to solidify, the outline of her skirt undulating slightly in the mist.

Alger followed closely behind, his projection remaining completely still.

Chen Chen checked the solidity of his projection; it was about the same as last time.

Klein's projection appeared on the long table for the first time, with gray mist slowly flowing around him.

Then comes the fifth course.

At the far end of the long table, a new crimson light struggled to take shape.

After the light faded, a tall young man stood there.

He was wearing an oddly styled linen robe, and his bare arms bore several old scars.

The boy opened his eyes, his gaze sweeping across the long table. His lips moved, uttering a series of low syllables.

Chen Chen leaned back against the bronze chair.

Giants.

The gray fog above surged.

Klein's projection slightly raised his right hand, and mist fell from the dome, swirling around the boy.

When the boy spoke again, his deep, guttural voice automatically transformed into Rune.

"Where is this? Who are you?"

Klein gave a brief response, befitting a fool.

The boy was silent for a few seconds, his gaze slowly shifting between the projections on either side of the long table, then he didn't ask any further questions. Audrey and Alger answered his question about the "outside world."

Sunshine, sky, ocean.

Silver City doesn't have these things.

During the code name selection process, the boy flipped one card from the twenty-two Major Arcana cards and placed it on the bronze table.

"sun."

In the section on Emperor Roselle's diary, Chen Chen randomly selected some insignificant parts and then fell silent, secretly consuming the gray mist.

Chen Chen reluctantly withdrew his hand only after everyone had submitted their diaries of Emperor Roselle.

Alger was the first to initiate the trade.

"Hurricane General Zilingus has been confirmed to have infiltrated the interior of the Kingdom of Loen, with his destination being Backlund. This person possesses the sealed artifact 'Crawling Hunger,' and I am willing to pay a reward. Please help keep an eye out for him."

Miss Justice nodded slightly.

"I'm in Backlund, I'll keep an eye out."

Alger turned to Chen Chen. "There's another batch of extraordinary materials from a black market salvage team outside the no-fly zone. Among them is the rostrum tentacle of a deep-sea albino anglerfish; I think Mr. Ta would be interested."

"Quote".

The two finalized the deal using the time coin that Chen Chen had crafted.

As the free exchange session drew to a close, Chen Chen brought up another matter.

"I have one more request to ask of Mr. Hanged Man."

Chen Chen looked at Alger meaningfully.

"You need to find me an ancient book called 'The Travels of Grosser.' The reward is a custom-made extraordinary item; you name your requirements, and I'll create it."

The bronze table fell silent for a moment.

Suppressing his overwhelming emotions, Alger quickly agreed.

"I'll keep an eye on it."

The entire fantasy world constructed by the Imaginary Dragon with its imaginary authority will be thrown into the Abyss of the Void in the future to provide nourishment for advancement to higher ranks.

Chen Chen remained silent for a moment, then turned to Audrey. The deep red light projected on his shoulder flickered.

"Miss Justice"

Audrey turned her head away.

"Mr. Tower, please speak."

"I need a loan. Fifteen hundred gold pounds."

Audrey hardly hesitated.

"Can."

Chen Chen waited for the expected second half of the sentence.

"No interest required," Audrey's voice lightened.

"The advice I received about glasses last time was very helpful, and this loan is my way of repaying Mr. Gaota for his professional expertise."

A surge of curiosity about this Mr. Tower welled up in Audrey's heart, and she tentatively asked him a question.

"Mr. Tower, should this payment be delivered directly to you, or should it be transferred through Mr. Fool?"

"Through Mr. Fool."

"OK."

Audrey lowered her eyes in disappointment, sensing that she had been rejected.

Chen Chen naturally understood Audrey's implication. After all, all item transactions were supposed to go through the Fool as an intermediary, yet she proposed delivering them directly to him...

Chen Chen shook his head slightly, feeling there was no need to spoil the mood, after all, this was his big spender.

I don't have the same need to use my connections at Tarot meetings as Klein did.

"I'll be in Backlund soon to take care of some business, and I might be able to meet that pirate admiral while I'm there."

Audrey paused for a moment, then realized what Chen Chen meant, and her words were tinged with a hint of excitement.

"Understood."

Alger remained silent in the gray fog.

The party is over.

Chen Chen's consciousness returned to the study.

A sealed iron box appeared on the table.

The lead-gray luster on the surface of the tin box reflected a dull sheen under the candlelight.

Chen Chen reached out and opened the box, and a faint beam of cold white fluorescent light leaked out from the crack.

It's cold.

It was like holding a handful of moonlight that had no warmth.

The tentacles of the albino deep-sea anglerfish curled up at the bottom of the box; their flesh was translucent, and their fluorescent light flickered slowly with each breath.

I closed the lid and headed to the basement.

Inside the underground alchemy room.

The stone surface of the alchemy table was cleaned, and the tools were arranged in the order of use.

Chen Chen opened the lead-sealed iron box, used tweezers to take out the tentacle, and put it into a porcelain bowl filled with pure mercury.

The tentacles sank below the silvery-white liquid, their cold white fluorescence spreading in the mercury as they slowly rotated, drawing out rings of pale blue light.

The mercury was cooling down, and a fine layer of water droplets formed on the outer wall of the porcelain bowl.

The thin sheet of star silver was placed into a second crucible and heated.

The thin sheet softens at high temperature, and a faint glow appears at the edges. It then melts into a pool of silvery-white droplets that roll at the bottom of the crucible.

Pick up the powdered Void Stone and sprinkle it into the mercury mixture.

The moment the powder touched the liquid surface, the space of the alchemy chamber felt like a crumpled ball of paper. The brick seams on the four walls stretched and contracted in the field of vision, and a slight tremor came from the stone slab underfoot.

After a few breaths, the space returned to stability.

The color of the solution settled.

It transitions from silver-white to gray-blue, and finally settles on deep space blue.

The surface of the liquid was as calm as a mirror, reflecting the flame of the oil lamp on the ceiling.

Chen Chen poured the potion into a glass and held it up to his eyes.

The liquid in the glass remained perfectly still, its deep space blue hue occasionally punctuated by glimpses of silvery-white light, like frozen stars in the night sky.

He tilted his head back and drank it down.

Like cool loquat syrup sliding down your throat, followed by bursts of salty, fishy seafood flavor...

Chen Chen stood in front of the alchemy platform with his eyes closed.

I could feel an invisible force extending around me, as if gravity had disappeared and I was floating in the air.

The empty glass was still clutched between my fingers.

A crack appeared on the cup wall, spreading outwards from where the thumb pressed.

The glass shattered into pieces in the palm of the hand. The shards didn't have time to fall; they were gathered into a ball by the contracting force field and hung in the air above the palm, slowly rotating.

A fine friction sound emanated from the fragments, the temperature rose under high pressure, and the edges of the glass began to soften and melt.

A few breaths later, the fragment was kneaded into an irregular glass ball, still faintly warm.

The air around the glass sphere distorted slightly, like a heat wave rising.

This was the first time he had slightly bent light using gravity without the aid of any props.

boo...

With a soft sound, the glass ball was cut open by the misaligned space, and the smooth cut surface fell to the ground.

Sequence Six – The Light Tracer.