Novel & Cerita A Modern Man Who Got Transmigrated Into The Murim World

“I’m Yuki, I govern the magic of Conjuration, the ability to create matter, creatures, and even bridges to other realms. It is an honor to meet you.” The next person looks like a child, but then quickly morphs into a bird and then into an older man with a beard. “Knock that crap off Giles, show the boy what you look like so he doesn’t accidentally kill you in battle because you don’t look familiar,” Yuki yells at him and the others laugh again. I stare at the screen and see him transition to a fairly ordinary guy, slightly balding, heavy set, and quite normal looking. “Giles,” he says pointing at himself, “Transmutation is my responsibility.” He fidgets with his hands waiting for the next pe

Before I could hit the ground, a strong arm wrapped around my waist and pulled me against a solid chest. “Hey! Easy,” Julian said. I clutched his shirt, struggling to catch my breath as his other arm slipped beneath my knees, steadying me. For one embarrassing moment, I could do nothing but stare at him. Then the golden bond between us began to glow. Light shimmered beneath my skin, warm and strange. Julian looked down at me, and his golden eyes widened slightly. The red tether around my ankle flickered. Right before my eyes, it turned gold. Only for a heartbeat, before the red mark returned.

Mia rose more slowly, smoothing her skirt. “Who is it?” she called. “Demain.” Mia nodded to Clara, who set down the poker and drew back the bolt. Demain stepped inside. His heavy cloak was gone, leaving him in a dark leather jacket, his light hair slightly disheveled by the wind. He showed no sign of a man who had just defied his own uncle before the entire council. He walked past Clara without acknowledging her and stopped in front of Mia. “Wow, Your Majesty,” he said, adjusting his cuff. “I wasn’t expecting you to be this ready.”

Fae looked from felix to the man called Lewis and hummed in response and let felix enjoy holding her hands like a kid who just got a candy, despite being annoyed by the other a few seconds ago for interrupting her precious sleep, this never happened before, like, you know, in her 20 years she had never actually had such a nice sleep ever since she was betrayed and just kept consuming sleeping pills to have atleast a few hours of rest, so she always wakes up, way before someone even interrupts her. "She can understand us?" "Think so." "Thats wierd, i heard most babies are clueless and quite a troublesome being." Fae frowned hearing what the man just said and turned to look at him, he was wear

" Eugene smiled indulgently. "Don't believe in anyone else, and trust in your own feelings. How can I feel at ease when you're like this? "Seems like keeping you by my side is my only option." "Alright." Not long after, I returned with my sister and lived together with Eugene, and many transmigrators appeared in this world as well. One day, I became the one who maintained the order of this world, the one in control. Then, I created a whole new world.

I floated in midair and quietly looked down at everything below. The wicked had finally received their punishment, but Dad and I could never come back. After Joel was taken to the punishment chamber, he didn't last long before losing his mind completely. He was chained in a dark corner, his clothing in tatters, his festering skin stuck to the filthy fabric. He was incoherent and delirious all day, muttering the same words over and over. He giggled at times and choked up at others. "I transmigrated… I just need to find a way back… I want to go back to the modern world…"

Lythal retorted, his eyes falling on his fingers that were just inside you. “Tell me who you are.” He demanded again. “I’m not Meilin, you are right. I transmigrated into this book. I don't belong here. Lythal grabbed you and spanked you hard. “Do you take me for a fool?” he growled, his grip on your waist tightening. “You expect me to believe that you stumbled into our world by accident?” You shook your head frantically, desperation clawing at your chest. “It’s the truth, I swear,”

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..

It was as if he had become someone else. This situation reminded Adrian of the concept of transmigration often mentioned in novels. The memory's owner, presumably the father, sat beside him with a smile on his face. Surprised, Adrian asked, "Dad, how are you here? Aren't you already..." His father waved his hand and said, "Adrian, you've returned!"

a laugh escaped my throat, “Fuck, I finally succeeded. It makes sense.” “I swear, you mortals are all fucked in the head,” the man before shook his head, “No, dipshit. You’re not dead. You could be drunk, hell if I know, but you summoned me. Typically, this is where you offer me your soul in exchange for whatever ails you. What’d you do? Murder? Kidnap the wrong person? Fuck with another immortal being?” “Uh....I’m paralyzed from the waist down and my mate fucked my best friend. Interested in not feeling anymore. Is that something you can do?”