Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

Daly gripped his wrist tightly, watching the scene unfold before her eyes, until the first pulse beat beneath her fingertips.

That was a very light touch.

Then came the second one...

The third time...

Dai Li's shoulders suddenly deflated and slumped down, while the hand gripping his wrist tightened its grip even more, refusing to let go.

Dunn opened his eyes.

The first thing he saw wasn't ruins, but Daly kneeling beside him, her face streaked with tears. Her eyeshadow was smeared by her tears, forming two dark gray lines that ran from the corners of her eyes down to her chin. Her lips were trembling as she kept repeating the same sentence.

"Don't die..."

Dunn looked at her.

The spiritual trauma from the Nightmare pathway is tearing at the depths of consciousness; what was consumed by Saint Selena's ashes will not be restored simply because the heart has returned to its place.

Some names and faces are slowly fading from his memory, like old newspapers soaked in water, the words gradually becoming blurred.

His brow furrowed slightly as he tried to grasp at one of the disappearing fragments.

He grasped the back of Daly's hand.

His right hand, bearing an old scar, pressed against the back of her hand. Many things that were fading away flowed through his eyes, but the gaze that fell on her face was clear.

"No more."

Daly was stunned for a moment.

It released everything that had been buried for over a decade by deep blue eyeshadow, heavy blush, and self-deprecation...

She grabbed his collar, pulled him up halfway from the ground, and kissed him fiercely.

She bit her lip, and the metallic taste spread between their tongues.

Dunn's back slammed against the wall behind her, and she awkwardly raised her right hand to support the back of her head, her fingers digging into her sweat-soaked hair.

On the ruins in front of Charness's Gate, the gray-black smoke was being dispersed by the afternoon wind.

The reinforcements of the night watchmen surged in from both sides of the street, their footsteps mingling with the clanging of metal as they pried aside the rubble scattered around Klein.

When Dai Li loosened Dunn's collar, there was a small bloodstain on his lower lip, slowly seeping blood.

She raised her hand and wiped her mouth, leaving a faint red mark on the back of her hand, the blood of whom was indistinguishable.

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……

At this moment, atop the tallest clock tower in Tingen.

Chen Chen's lips twitched slightly as he looked away.

Dunn is alive.

"Hiding one's life to save another"... The ritual is complete.

He took out a small tin bottle from his pocket and uncorked it.

The blood-red liquid remained motionless in the bottle, and when you got close, you could smell a bitter odor similar to that of soil after rain.

He tilted his head back and drank it down.

The potion was scalding hot as it entered my throat.

After entering the stomach, it began to churn. First, a burning sensation exploded outward from the abdomen. The internal organs were simultaneously pulled and compressed by force fields from all directions. The ribs made a slight creaking sound, and the spine felt as if it were being gripped by two hands and twisted in opposite directions.

The Great Void Abyss opened deep within the dantian, crushing and replenishing the violent backlash from the demonic potion.

The soul suppressed all the turmoil in an instant.

Chen Chen's breathing returned to normal.

Sequence 5... The Priest of Life.

The thread of one's own destiny is now in the palm of one's hand.

Standing atop the clock tower, feel the new energy settling within your body.

His sense of gravity spread outwards, and the weight of every brick, every pillar, and every pedestrian within a radius of 100 meters became clearly discernible in his perception.

The gaze shifted northward.

Ince Zangwell hasn't gone far...

Chen Chen took a step from the edge of the clock tower.

Gravity spreads beneath your feet as you silently slide down a drop of tens of meters.

The moment the boots touched the ground, his gaze locked onto the north, piercing through the low-rise buildings of the city, through the ashes floating in the afternoon sunlight, and landing on a rapidly moving line of fate.

The line had been repeatedly ironed flat by external force, so smooth it looked unnatural. Every wrinkle that had been forcibly smoothed out was an old mark left by 0-08's long-term manipulation of cause and effect.

In the eyes of fate, it is like a wire that has been twisted too many times, shiny on the surface but full of cracks inside.

Chen Chen raised his left hand.

Space folded before him, and with one step, he was already a hundred meters away.

Ince Zangwell didn't escape very quickly.

His aging body slowed his pace as he passed through the last cluster of low-rise houses on the northern outskirts of Tingen.

He trusted 0-08. That pen had never let him down.

The entire script of Tingen, from the cries of the evil god's offspring in Megos's womb to the Night Watchers' desperate resistance at Charnis's gate, and the moment when Saint Selena's ashes fell into his hands, every coincidence was written by his own hand.

He believed the same thing would happen next: a belated telegram, a mountain road that had just collapsed, and a pursuer who had just gotten lost at a fork in the road.

Any logical coincidence can be written into reality using 0-08.

An abandoned black-and-white church appeared at the end of the woods.

The cross on the spire was rusted to the point of being half-broken, and most of the stained glass windows were broken, with the remaining few pieces gleaming with a dull luster in the afternoon sunlight.

Ince pushed open the half-collapsed oak door. The pews inside the church were already rotten. A few beams of sunlight leaked through the hole in the dome, shining on the thick layer of dust on the altar. Fine dust swirled in the beams of light.

He walked to the altar, placed the lead casket containing Saint Serena's ashes on the stone platform, and took out 0-08 from his bosom.

The pen still held the warmth of the previous writing; he needed to write a new coincidence, one that would allow him to escape Tingen and find a secret location to complete his cross-path promotion.

The pen tip drew the first ink mark in the void.

It suddenly stopped.

Ince felt the pen getting hot.

It wasn't the normal warmth of writing; it was a scorching heat that spread from the tip of the pen to the shaft. He looked down at the tip of the pen, where the ink marks spread futilely in the void, trying to weave a complete cause-and-effect loop, but each ink line broke and dissipated along the way.

For the first time, he couldn't find a foothold for the coincidences he had written about countless times without ever failing.

The pen tip began to vibrate.

The vibration traveled from the tip of the pen to the shaft, and then to his fingertips, like holding an iron nail being repeatedly struck by a heavy hammer.

Ince's Adam's apple bobbed.

He looked up and, through the broken doorway of the church, saw a man walking from the edge of the woods.

She wore a gray-blue dress and walked slowly.

"They've caught up."

Ince's wrist tightened suddenly, the pen tip scribbling faster in the air, leaving a crooked trail of ink. The loose gravel on the road was just enough to trip the person, the startled birds overhead were just enough to obscure the person's vision, and a breeze passing through the woods was just enough to stir up dust and blind the eyes.

The ink smudges intertwined in the air to form a chain of cause and effect, and then each chain broke with a bang at some point in its extension.

Chen Chen's fate is in his own hands, not to be disturbed by any external factors; 0-08 cannot find any weak points to exploit.

The pen got even hotter.

Ince felt a searing sensation on his palm, a burning stinging pain emanating from beneath his skin.

Knowing it was no use, he casually stuffed 0-08 into his sleeve.

"I don't know where you're from... but if you're blocking my way, you must die!!!"