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

The woman shot him a muddled look. "Weren't you naked when you woke?" "Yeah, but that's… you saw me naked." Realization drew to him. "I had to keep you alive." "If I was transferred, I wouldn't need saving." "This is Moonmare, foreigner, if you die with a lost limb, you'll be reborn or transferred here with a limb missing, with the same pain you felt when the limb came off. Your pain was drawing attention, leading the bloodsuckers towards here." She explained. "That's the same thing that drew that one here, you were in pain and you didn't disguise it. They sense misery."

Chu Xun continued, "The world outside is in chaos, and the Lost Races have appeared again. This place has been abandoned, and I think the owner must have died. There is a kind of fruit called Fruits of Transfiguration in the outside world. It can help a beast transform into a human being. These people have eaten the fruits and thus become human beings." The wyrm widened its huge eyes, very confused. "Do you understand me or not?" Chu Xun asked. The wyrm shook its head. "No," Chu Xun was speechless. He guessed that the wyrm had been captured and brought to that place just when it was born, so it knew little about the outside world. "How about I bring you to pick the Fruits of Transfiguration

Fortunately, most of them were empty and only a few contained mermaids or mermen. However, I felt terror when I remembered what Mary told me about her family and their experiments with merpeople. This was bad! I didn’t imagine I would transmigrate to this precise era, immediately running into such cruelty and ending up a pitiful subject for experiment. Even so, I had no strength to resist at all as the people carried me into a sealed glass tank. I lay limply in the water, watching as several researchers outside pointed and gestured at me while I was unable to move. Thankfully, the sedative did not knock me out, and merely prevented me from using my strength. That was when I noticed a man dre

Then Sol Ming who just died from in their world has penetrated the inside of her dead body, which was an hour earlier before the lying flesh was butchered into parts. As person from another world who only likely to believe in scientific statements rather than any superstitious practice. She isn't fond of the idea acknowledging this unexpected transmigration after the explosion. She died, or maybe there are chances to go back. Into this unknown world, she can only try to stay alive and find a way and answer her uncertainties. The host body is wearing barely pieces of dried animal skins, on the seemingly growing front and down below to cover up the female reproductive part. Finally, noticing

The villagers didn’t scream, they didn’t scatter, they stepped back. All at once. Like they had been waiting for that exact moment. My heart stuttered as I turned and saw it fully for the first time. it unfolded out of the doorway like something forced into the wrong shape. Too long in places. Too thing in others. Its limbs dragged for half a second before correcting as if remembering, too late, how they were meant to move. Firelight caught along its skin, and for a heartbeat I saw what it had been. Human. The outline was still there. the structure. But everything else had shifted, stretched, pulled into something that didn’t belong in the world I understood.

I stammered, but the woman looked at me as if I had gone mad and shoved a basket of herbs into my hands. "Save your excuses, Mira," she snapped, mispronouncing my name. "The Alpha's guests arrive soon. Move!" My mind raced as the pieces suddenly fell into place. Mira? Alpha? The Lycan Realm? 1721? The pieces clicked with terrifying clarity. I did not just died. I had transmigrated, and I've been thrusted into the body of the Omega from the history.

he nodded, “you were out cold for a while. The doctors said you were lucky.” I took a deep breath. “Richard, I’m not really Ava. I… I was transmigrated.” He stared at me as if I’d spoken in a foreign language. “Transmigrated? Ava, this isn’t funny. What do you mean by that? That doesn’t even make sense.”

They told me that if I ever need them again, I just have to use the amulet that my father gave me. “Mei, do you know of a place where I can read manuscripts?” I asked Mei. We were back in my room and I was mulling over the thought of what the old lady told me. She said there were more like me in this world. She even said that she knew I wasn’t from this world. Did she mean that there are others who came from my world, died and were transmigrated to this world? If that were the case, then maybe there are some manuscripts written by those people in the past.

He had discarded his jacket and rolled the sleeves of his dark shirt up to his forearms, revealing a thin, pale scar across his left wrist that the novel had never bothered to mention. “Your father has threatened to cut off your allowances,” Cassian said, his voice smooth and untroubled as he cut a small piece of meat with absolute precision. “He can try,” I replied, swirling the water in my crystal glass. “I have never spent half of what he gave me anyway. The old Genevieve spent it all on silk dresses and expensive gifts for Christian Whitmore.” “And the new Genevieve?” “The new Genevieve is saving for a very quiet retirement on the coast, as far away from corporate boardrooms and rooftops

The System sees that the Host's soul is suitable to be transferred to this world. “Transmigration? Like what happens in novels? Oh my god, I didn't expect this to happen to me,” Poppy muttered, still not believing what was happening to her. After her confusion, a smile began to appear on Poppy's face when she realized that she no longer had to think about having to work again.