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

Rachel thought frantically. Immediately Rachel heard the girl's "You are not in hell either. You need to listen to me now. I don't have much time left." Hearing the urgency and the desperation in the girl's voice, Rachel decided to listen to her. "I am Araceli, A Billionaire Heiress. I don't how it happened but transmigrated into my body. I'm already dead but you are occupying my body right now" Araceli explained as she whimpered. "I'm in your body? Rachel asked, shocked. Is there something like that? Transmigration?

Naomi crouched while hugging her knees, staring into the crystal clear glass shards with an emotionless face. Some crystal shards were scattered in the floor. Naomi picked a few and then threw it into the wall while still crouching. 'What should I do?' Thinking of the circumstances she was in, Naomi wanted nothing more than to weep. 'I never wanted to be transmigrated in an unknown world! If I did, atleast give me something that can help me!' Naomi was sullen and continued to pick and throw crystal shards as she remained silent and went deep into thoughts. Only the sound of crystal shards being thrown could be heard.

I tried to look around my surroundings but my sight was met with a total blankness. ‘Huh-huh. Why can’t I see anything.’ I let go of the pain below my waist and rubbed my eyes frantically but still couldn't see a thing. “Oh no! What happened to my eyesight.” I cried out. ‘Don’t tell me that I’ve become blind just from a fall’. “So, it’s a girl.” Amid my panic cry, a thick male voice floated into my ears. “Hello. Is someone there? Can you help me, please? I can’t see a thing. Are you the immortal lord Vagamound? Please save me.” My hand searched around the ground as I tried to pinpoint his direction.

Avril. POV. When I woke up instead of finding myself in a hospital room I found myself in a beautiful white and grey coloured bedroom. Instead of finding bandages over my broken body I found nothing. But now my chubby hands were converted into beautiful thin hands. I quickly got up and went in front of the mirror and saw myself which literally shocked the hell out of me. The person who was looking back at me wasn't me. Its a beautiful brown haired girl with beautiful olive green eyed girl staring back at me instead of my black hair and black eyes.I didn't know what was happening to me suddenly a burst of memories came to my mind and I realised that my soul has transmigrated into this girl'

He realized that not only did Lucas possess such powerful strength, he was also being modest. Compared to Lucas, he was so inferior. Lucas stayed at the War Organization for another day before leaving. He continued to integrate the zombies in the wild. However, it was too difficult to upgrade the Apocalyptic Legion. "Help!" Suddenly, a life saving voice traveled into Lucas' ears. Lucas was stunned. He was wondering why he could always hear the sound of someone begging for help. He thought, “Could it be that I am a Transmigrator?” He activated his Mind's Eye and saw a girl running over.

“I’m not sure either…” At this moment, the transsexual woman was rolling on the ground in pain. “Are you done talking? Hurry up and help me if you are. My belly is about to explode. Can’t you see that?” She cried out loudly. “Hmph!” “Go!” Levi reached out and directed Guilherme’s soul to approach the transsexual woman’s stomach slowly. It appeared that this soul truly was immortal and a god-like existence. However, Alex smiled and laughed coldly.

"So I tried to find the reason on why he cant come back with me on the real world. And that's how I found out...that he'e already dead on our world. It means–he was transmigrated not transfered like me." Anastasia freezes at that. "Wait, can you explain the difference between transfered and transmigrated?" The prince asked. "Transfered is like what happened to you. Your soul was transfered inside the book but your real body is still alive on the other world. While transmigration is the movement of your soul after death. It means you already died before coming here." "Is there any reason on why he was transmigrated on the book then?" Alistair asked again.

The forest he lived in transformed into an instant desert of death. "Why am I not dead?" Quickstep asked in agony as tears were flowing down his beady eyes. "You have been saved by the system bestowed upon you by a god, host," the female unfeeling voice of the system answered Quickstep. "What system?" Quickstep was still dazed with his loss and was not thinking properly. "The system is called Transmogrification. You can take any life form you touch and take their abilities for your own use. Their memories and shape would also be available for you. This ability is also applicable to the dead and inanimate objects," the system said to Quickstep.

Just me standing in a ruined white gown with dried blood on my fingers and mascara smeared under my eyes. Jesus Christ. I look horrifying. A shaky laugh leaves me. “Love really makes women stupid,” I mutter. I move slowly toward the mirror across the room. My reflection stares back immediately—pale face, red eyes, hair half falling from expensive pins. The ghost of someone softer than I’ve ever been in my entire fucking life. I barely recognize her. For a second, exhaustion hits so hard I think I might pass out standing up. “Mom, I want to go home.” I wipe the tears off my eyes as I stare at the ceiling. And for the first time I’ve ever been transmigrated, I missed the modern world. My apart

His eyes searched mine, desperate for answers, but I wasn't sure I could give him the truth. "I’m not the same person you think I am," I whispered, my voice trembling with fear. "Lila's body... yes, it's hers, but the soul inside it isn’t hers anymore." He took a step back, shock registering on his face as he processed my words. "What do you mean by that?" His voice was strained, his confusion only deepening. I swallowed hard, struggling to find the words. "I know this sounds insane, but... I’m someone else. I transmigrated into Lila's body. I’m not her."