A Modern Man Who Got Transmigrated Into The Murim World Novels & Stories

~ Evelyn. I had forty-five days and a man with a stamp who wanted to waste every one of them. By the time Day 75 rolled around, I had learned that the end of the world wasn't necessarily going to be caused by a shortage of food, a collapsing government, or even the weather. Sometimes, all it took was one stubborn bureaucrat sitting behind a desk. I stood in the middle of our warehouse, staring at the men who had been hired to turn my survival plans into something real. Instead of working, they were sitting on overturned crates, playing cards and arguing over whose turn it was to buy lunch.

He froze immediately. He looked over and saw a rather good-looking middle-aged man with a tall and slim figure dressed in a suit. The man held a wine glass in his hand and swirled it slowly. His complexion was ghastly pale without the color of blood, making him appear like a vampire who had just walked out of a movie. On the other hand, he was a 5S-class transhuman from Yingland as well! Johansson’s eyes glistened once when he saw the man. He immediately showed some dread and he did not have the courage to engage the Yingland transhuman easily.

"I was once human like you too. It's a long story. But I kept going back to earth and coming back here, and someone tampered with my memories. My memory was meant to be wiped off for a new arrival on Earth. Each time we come back here, our memories are erased permanently. We remember nothing and then we're made babies and sent back to earth to start a new life. At the Transmigration Clinic, a doctor forgot to wipe 100% of memories from my mind." He pauses briefly, inclining his head. "I went back to earth, found my grave, and when I grew older, I was transported back here. It was so painful. The quantum leap was a horrible experience for me. I lost my manhood, my irises and my leg during t

When I was ten, I transmigrated back in time and became the child of a poor farming family. My mother had an old injury, and my father had an eye condition, so the whole family depended on my labor to survive. When I was sixteen, there was a locust plague that summer. Our fall harvest was cut in half, and by deep winter, we had no grain left. I faced the wind and snow wearing a threadbare cotton coat just to find food. Halfway home, I froze to death, still clutching half a loaf of bread against my chest. After I died, though, my soul suddenly returned to the modern world. I saw my biological parents gathered around my older twin brother, laughing and chatting. There had never bee

Murry knew the strange being wouldn't understand him, but he expressed his gratitude anyway. "No problem," the alien responded, but before Murry could find out how they were speaking the same language, the blue-tentacle-man reached out with all six of his limbs and loosened all the straps simultaneously. Murry rolled onto his belly and then got to his knees cradling his eaten arm. "Who are you?"

Vladimir said to Alistair. "By the way, now your soul is trapped in Emperor Nicholas' body. Your friend's soul is also trapped in Princess Georgia's body. So where are their souls?" asked Vladimir confused. "I don't know, Vlad," replied Alistair flatly. "Really strange, how can a human soul move to another body? During my time as a vampire, this is the first time I have heard something that doesn't make sense," Vladimir looked seriously at Alistair. "It doesn't make sense, but I don't want to go back to the future. I also don't want to meet my ex-girlfriend again," Alistair replied quietly.

I gave him an approving smile. He was visibly encouraged. I finally had James under my control. Time flew. The day I needed to make a decision quickly approached. For the first time since dropping me there, the transmigration system finally spoke. “Host, are you ready to leave?” I hesitated. “What if I don’t want to leave? Is this allowed?” A cold, mechanical, electronic voice rang in my ears. “Sorry. There’s no corresponding response template in my operating program. “If you want to unbind me, you’ll never return to the real world.”

Harriet looked like she’d known this already, but Thorne and Dahlia were processing information that clearly complicated whatever plans they’d walked in with. “Inherited her body,” Dahlia repeated slowly. “You’re a transmigrator. Someone from the original world, placed into a body that died in Lenore.” “Yes.” No point in lying when the truth was already obvious. “And you just happened to end up in the body of the last living heir to the House that developed anomaly elimination technology?” Thorne’s skepticism was palpable. “That’s remarkably convenient.” “It’s remarkably strange,” I corrected. “But it’s what happened. Whether you believe it’s coincidence or fate or something else entirely do

He didn’t blink. When he spoke, his voice wasn’t his. It carried a thousand tones, layered, fractured, godlike. “This world must burn. And you will light it.” I stumbled toward him. “No. No, it’s me. Look at me. It’s Morwenna. It’s us. You’re alive. You’re still—” “Alive?” His lips curled like he didn’t understand the word. “I was taken. Remade. The gods touched me. They did not ask permission. Do you think love survives their fire?”

"The future? I... I don't know. Maybe? Everything feels so wrong. Please, I don't belong here. You have to help me get back!" The realization hit Kiara like a lightning bolt. This woman wasn't just another soul lost in this world—she had been transmigrated, just like Kiara. "You…" Kiara's voice was barely above a whisper. "You've been brought here, too." The woman's panic only grew. "What do you mean? How do you know this?" Kiara hesitated, her thoughts racing back to her arrival in this strange world. "Because the same thing happened to me. I'm not from here either."