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

A breeze rustled the leaves as if in answer. I smiled. He would not be lonely. His music and kindness would live on in countless beautiful melodies across the world. [Revenge mission complete. World line reshaped. Do you choose to return?] The long-forgotten system alert sounded. I stood and looked at Xavier’s smiling face on the tombstone one last time. “Goodbye, Xavier. Goodbye, this world.” Then, I said, “Yes.” … White light flashed, and I returned to the real world.

When he held me. He cursed under his breath and drove out. I sighed out, feeling better during the drive. I'm still haunted by nightmares about that day. The day I lost my baby and my life. The day Isadora died and I got into her body. I've always believed in transmigration and rebirth shit but I never knew it'd happen to me. I got a chance to live but I'm tossed into a vicious world. We reached the mansion and I was about to open the door when I remembered I "fractured" my leg. "I can't get out.." I stammered, looking up at him."my leg. "

After completing the quest, I returned to my original world and woke up from my coma. My children, who had grown up, stood before my hospital bed. My wife, Clara Anderson, hugged me tightly. My parents-in-law were crying in joy. Just as I prepared to log off from the system for good and choose to stay in my original world, a man who looked extremely similar to me walked in. My children, Jared Anderson and Julia Anderson, ran over to him and called him “Dad” lovingly. Everyone looked at me a little awkwardly. That man, Ted Smith, smiled tauntingly at me. I paused the system. “Let me reconsider this. Maybe I’ll stay in the system instead.”

“My name is also Evelyn Marvick. Just call me Eve so that it won't be confusing. It's a coincidence that we both have the same name and surname.” The unfamiliar woman has golden eyes, and long slight red wavy hair which is the same as her hair, but the features of her face are different from hers—more like the body, she was currently using after she transmigrated into this world. Though the woman who has the same name as hers is indeed beautiful. Evelyn looked at Eve. “So you're the original owner of the body that I'm using after I transmigrated into this world, right?” Eve smiled and nodded her head then shook her head again. “Yes but also not. You can see my feature that is different from

The transmigrator's face revealed a grim expression looking at the savage looking man before him, releasing his Essence without a care of the chaotic Essence ravaging his innards. This fucker had actually broken through mid-battle!

Sneering, I retorted, "The only thing I feel is joy that I'm finally going to be rid of you guys." Before the words had even fully settled, I raised my hand and slapped her. The sound echoed in the otherwise silent room. "Get out!" I snapped at her. No one was going to stop me from going home! That night, I locked my door and messaged Hugo Langdon. "It's done. I'm getting ready to go home." Hugo replied at once. He sent me a string of cheering emoticons. "Nathan! You're finally going home!" Hugo was the only friend I'd made after transmigrating into this world—and the only one like me. We were both unlucky enough to transmigrate here and be bound to systems that forced us to win over the lea

Did the original know this man? "It's okay, don't worry. I am sorry for interrupting your breakfast. My friend is waiting over there. Until next time." Ryan gives him a polite smile before he goes to the furthest seats in the corner of the cafe. He is oblivious to the drastic change in the taller man's eyes. Those eyes transpose from a gentle gaze into a predatory look. The atmosphere turned chilly for no reason. {Is that him?} (Yes, the original soul had been replacing by a transmigrator. What's your plan, host?)

But no matter how she cursed, Alaric did not dare to make even the slightest move. Only when Rowan stepped forward with a blade did she finally break. As blood spilled, Lydia's broken pleas and screams rang out. "No, I'm a transmigrator! I'm from the future! I can help all of you so much! I don't want to die..." His Majesty snorted and shook his head, before glancing at Alaric who stood stiffly in place. "So, this is what she used to bewitch you?"

He looked down at his hands. Then up at us. “I think,” he said quietly, “I’m not immortal anymore.” Muzan broke the silence first. “So…it’s the end of the road for us, huh,” he muttered dryly. No more chopping of limbs, taking fires, and more importantly no more throwing ourselves in front of trees,” he looked pointedly at Edric. Edric gave a tired smile. “Wasn’t exactly on my to-do list, I swear.” “Understood,” Muzan huffed. “Getting used to being mortal can be a little much, though,” he sighed, putting his hands over the back of his head. Come to me whenever you’re free. I offer classes.”

I told Molly that I would explain everything in the morning, told Tilda, who had arrived wide-eyed in her nightdress to inspect the situation, that she could count the man's feathers if she liked, but that she was to count them quietly. Then I found a blanket, and wrapped it around the shoulders of a very tall, dignified, embarrassed man, and sat him down on a barrel by the spring. "This is not possible," I said. "Beasts don't take human form until they're Ascended. It takes years. Decades. I wrote that. Jax took ninety days, and that was the fastest in history." "Yes." He looked at his hands again. They were long-fingered and strong. "That is the first thing I must tell you."