Simultaneous Transmigration: We Level Up Alone Across Multiple Worlds

"Go to hell!"

Ince Zangwell raised his right palm, and the brand on his palm suddenly lit up.

The doorkeeper's spirituality exploded inside the church, and a decaying chill spread from the altar outwards.

The bronze gates to the underworld burst open behind him, the inscriptions of the dead on the gates glowing with a dark green phosphorescence.

Countless rotting arms poured out from the doorway, their fingers broken and their palms covered with half-skinned flesh, followed closely by the tentacles of the dead, which swept through the entire church with the eerie winds of the underworld.

cold.

The cold of the underworld seeps into your bones.

Ince's lips were moving.

The words of the dead... the doorman's spirit-corroding incantation silently swirled toward the figure at the church entrance.

This is his most covert method of attack as a Sequence 5 gatekeeper, and he has used it several times in the past without ever failing.

At the same time, all the undead residing within him rushed out, their broken spirit forms leaving gray-white trails in mid-air, merging with the undead surging out of the gates of the underworld, forming a swirling vortex of undead in the center of the church, which then surrounded and attacked.

Ten breaths later, a person was still standing in the core area of ​​the vortex of the dead.

Ince saw the whispers of the underworld melt away silently the moment they touched the other's body, like snowflakes falling into boiling water.

He saw the spirits pouring out of the gates of the underworld begin to twist and deform a few steps away from the man, torn into scattered spiritual mist by an invisible force field.

Seeing the spirits that had resided there for many years disintegrate one by one during the charge, their gray-white light dissipating in the pillars of light cast from the church dome, without even a wailing left behind.

He saw the other person raise their left hand, fingers slightly spread.

The gravitational singularity unfolds in the center of the church.

Within a hundred meters, the direction of gravity suddenly reverses.

All the undead pouring out of the bronze gates of the underworld were simultaneously pulled from the ground into the air, their countless rotting arms flailing wildly in the weightlessness.

crunch...

Under the crushing force of gravity, it was squeezed into a shrinking mass of spiritual debris.

The bronze gate itself emitted a sickening metallic creaking sound under the extreme gravitational distortion. The dark green phosphorescent light on the gate flickered several times before finally closing forcefully with a low crack, and the luster of the undead inscriptions was completely extinguished.

The air was eerily quiet.

Only Ince's increasingly heavy breathing could be heard in the church.

Ince pulled 0-08 from his sleeve and rolled it into a pile of rotten wood fragments.

His fingers gripped the pen and frantically scribbled in the air, the ink marks overlapping and overlapping, his writing speed more than twice as fast as before.

He tried to force himself to write... to write about the sudden spiritual disorder of the pursuer, to write about the secret passage that appeared beneath his feet that led to safety, to write about all the causes and effects that could reverse the situation.

The temperature of the pen tip had burned his fingers so much that they were blistered, but he didn't let go.

The ink streaks broke apart one after another in the void.

The pen began to tremble violently, as if it were grasping a struggling living creature.

Ince's fingers were burned through, revealing the white bone. Enraged, he threw the pen on the ground and rushed towards the church entrance.

The gatekeeper changed direction halfway through his journey, and his right palm, imbued with the decaying spirituality of the Death Path, struck Chen Chen's side of the neck.

This was his full-force attack at Sequence 5, the edge of his palm gleaming with a grayish-black luster, the air scorched by his spiritual energy, emitting a faint burnt smell.

Chen Chen did not dodge.

The palm strike was neutralized by the body the moment it touched the skin, leaving not even a red mark.

Ince stared at his palm in disbelief.

Chen Chen raised his right hand, his five fingers loosely clenched.

Gravity converges from all directions, compressing the area evenly.

Ince's body was lifted half an inch off the ground, his boots left the stone slab, and his arms were locked to his sides by gravity.

His chest began to cave in, his ribs made a faint creaking sound, and his lungs were being squeezed.

Then comes the spine, one after another, from the coccyx to the cervical vertebrae, each segment deforming under the uniform tightening of gravity.

Chen Chen clenched his five fingers into a fist.

After a tooth-grinding noise, the church fell silent again.

Chen Chen withdrew his right hand.

Ince Zangwell's body lay on the stone steps in front of the altar, his scattered flesh mixed with fragments of his black priest's robe.

The lead casket containing Saint Selena's ashes lay beside a broken candlestick.

Chen Chen bent down and picked up the lead box.

A silver coin stained with dried blood rolled out from among the pieces of flesh; it was the one Klein had failed to bounce.

Unfortunately, it had been squeezed into a thin silver pancake by Chen Chen, and only its original appearance could be vaguely seen. The spiritual energy within it had also completely dissipated.

Finally, it's 0-08.

Chen Chen picked up the pen; a drop of dried ink still clung to the nib.

The abyss of the void opened a crack in the palm of his hand, and he dropped the pen into it.

The moment the pen fell into the abyss, it was crushed. The ink, the pen shaft, and the inherent characteristics of the audience all turned into the most basic spiritual fragments, which were then absorbed and nurtured.

This level 0 sealed artifact, which had been the subject of a life-or-death struggle, vanished from the world prematurely on this unknown afternoon.

Chen Chen stood in front of the altar of the abandoned church and glanced at the scattered flesh and blood on the ground.

He turned and walked past the broken doorway of the church. The space folded before him, and with one step, his figure disappeared into the shadows of the trees.

The sunlight eventually shone into the broken dome of the black and white church, and a few birds chirped from the woods before falling silent again.

……

……

The gray mist churned silently beneath the long bronze table.

The five spiritual projections took their seats almost simultaneously.

The Fool sat high in the main seat, his long robe woven from gray mist hanging down from the back of the chair, his face hidden behind the mist.

Justice rose first, placing his right hand on his chest: "Praise be to Mr. Fool."

The Hanged Man and the Sun follow closely behind. The tower bows in unison, its movements deliberate and measured.

The Fool nodded slightly, his voice as calm as still water: "The meeting begins. We will exchange information and conduct equivalent transactions in turn. You may speak freely."

The upside-down man leaned forward, about to speak.

The tower raised its hand to cut it off in advance.

"Mr. Fool, please allow me to first report on the details of the Tingen incident and its connection to Zilingus."

The upside-down man's movements stopped.

Sun looked around, not understanding the reactions of his two seniors.

The Fool's voice came from behind the mist: "Speak."

Gao Ta placed his right hand on the table, his fingertips together.

"I happened to be at the banquet the night Duke Negan was assassinated. Zillingus disguised himself as a guest to infiltrate and commit the murder. After his identity was exposed, he threw a wind blade to cut the chandelier's cable and escaped by smashing through the French windows in the chaos."

"In the instant we clashed, I glimpsed that his fate was already closing... Death would bite him within moments. I did not pursue."

The tower turned to the Hanged Man: "The news of his death spread three days later. He was indeed killed by the family of Mr. Fool."

The Hanged Man nodded silently. "Confirmation of death is the best news for me."

Klein lowered his eyelids behind the gray fog. Of course he knew... Mr. Azik had intervened and killed the pirate general. When the pirate general's body was found in the bushes of Green Park, not a single valuable item was missing from his body.

The sealed artifact ended up in his hands.

The tower shifted its gaze from the Hanged Man to the Fool.

"After the Zilingus incident, I detected spiritual fluctuations from the offspring of the evil god in the direction of Tingen."

The spirit projections on both sides of the bronze table were stunned.

"We arrived too late, and the night watchmen suffered heavy casualties."

"However... I intercepted Ince Zangwell in an abandoned church on the northern outskirts of Tingen. He possessed 0-08 and the ashes of Saint Selena and was preparing to advance to Sequence 4 via a cross-pathway. I have already killed him, 0-08 has been completely destroyed, and Saint Selena's ashes have been returned to the Church of the Night."

The long table was deathly silent.

The Hanged Man's pupils contracted slightly in the projection of the spirit.

The Sequence 5 Gatekeeper, equipped with a Level 0 sealed artifact, wielding the power to write destiny... was crushed head-on.

Miss Justice kept looking at the tower.

Her gaze never left her from the very beginning.

"Mr. Tower." The voice was clear and the tone was as appropriate as usual when speaking at meetings.

"I was also present when the people who forced Zilingus back that night. I just didn't see your figure clearly at the time."

The sentence floated above the long table for less than a second.

I recognize you.

The tower turned its head, and the spirit in the blue-gold glow faced justice.

"Miss Justice, I used a little too much force that night. I apologize if this disturbed your enjoyment of the dinner."

You're right.

Miss Justice's lips curled up slightly.

"It's alright. That dinner was more spectacular than any other year."

The Hanged Man didn't participate in the conversation. The Sun didn't understand what the two were saying at all, but felt that he shouldn't interrupt.

The Fool remained silent behind the gray fog, his fingers tapping lightly twice on the armrest... Klein watched this scene from above the gray fog, his chest churning with complex emotions.

The enemy who killed him was crushed by the tower itself, and he already owed them a debt of gratitude.

"The chaos caused by the evil god Tingen has cost the Church of the Night dearly."

The Fool's voice came from behind the mist, his tone as steady as ever, "0-08 is completely annihilated, Saint Selena's ashes have been returned. Well done."

The tower bowed slightly.

Klein clenched his fists.

He clutched in the folds of the wide sleeves of the Fool's robe; Dunn was alive.

Daly did not lose her captain.

Ince Zangwell died in an abandoned church whose name no one even remembered.

It's already a pretty good ending.

He took a deep breath, and the gray mist responded to his breath, surging towards him from all directions, pushing the churning matter back into the depths of his chest.

I will repay this favor in the future.

The Fool's voice remained steady: "Continue."

The information exchange during this round of tarot readings was far smoother and more efficient than in the past.

Without any pleasantries, the Hanged Man skipped over the matters concerning Zilingus and went straight to the latest developments. "The situation off the coast of Bayam is becoming increasingly turbulent. In addition, the sea god Kavituwa is expanding his power by gathering followers. A large number of low-ranking sailors and coastal fishermen have joined him, and his territory is steadily spreading westward into the sea area of ​​Bayam."

As soon as she finished speaking, Justice gracefully took over the conversation, methodically continuing the intelligence: "There are also many secret movements within Rune. Recently, the Psychological Alchemy Society has been increasingly close to and interacting frequently with the Rune royal family. At present, there is no way to investigate."

She paused briefly, then added about the recent situation of her two friends: "Forsin is frequently overdrawing her extraordinary abilities, and the backlash from the Starry Night Whispers is becoming increasingly severe. I think..."

After listening, the tower simply said, "I can handle Fors's matter."

Justice nodded gently: "Then I'll leave it to Mr. Tower."

The final exchange ended, and the four crimson spirits dissipated one by one. The gray mist closed up again.

Klein stood alone in the Source Castle. The bronze table was empty, and the deep red stains on the seats were fading.

He raised his right hand and made a loose clenching motion in mid-air.

Ince Zangwell is dead.

I didn't kill him myself.

Klein put his hands back into his sleeves.

Gray mist enveloped his spirit, covering him from the feet upwards.

"This matter ends here."