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

What should I say now? Do I play stupid or admittingly tell the General that I've been transmigrated into Celie? He knows Celie is dead! General Wright patiently waited for a response, the rest of his platoon awaiting for the same answers. Their uniforms consisted of a wool dark blue coat with buttons, dark blue trousers, and most of them wore caps on their heads. "I survived." Phuture mustered up a half true, Celie's body did survive after her death. But Phuture's soul now controlled her vessel, transmigrating into another world and time. "Now... can we talk about how we are gonna capture this island?"

Elara looked at her pitfully "take the medicine and you will be fine, your children are outside the door waiting for you" Kira looks in confusion as the old woman walks out " Children?" Just as she was wondering she felt a sharp pain in her head as the memories and experiences of Seraphine merges with her own. Kira suddenly regained consciousness again as she tried to process the information she just got. This was when realization dawned upon her that she has transmigrated into another world. "Jeez I can't believe I transmigrated to another world. I thought this only exist in fairy tales"

His hunched over posture, unkempt beard, and deep dark circles denoted an exhausted existence. "My name is Guardian" the old man began "I am the god in charge of a distant world, a world different from earth, you have two options." "two options?" The old man nodded, but just before he could respond, he began to sneeze violently. After wiping the slime from his mouth using his faded tunic, he spoke: “The first option is to return to the wheel of transmigration, you would lose all the memories of your life and you would be reborn as a living being somewhere on Earth, this would be what normal."

The pain was so strong that I wasn’t able to talk and I pulled myself into a fetal position. “Shit.” Samuel said as I felt the bed dip and I knew he was sitting on it beside me. “You transitioned and you haven’t fed.” He said and his words made no sense until I realized what he was talking about. I was no longer human. I was an immortal that obviously needed blood to sustain life now.

But then… why had I seen myself in the hospital? I closed my eyes, trying to focus on that vision. I could still hear the frantic beeping of the machines and the desperate attempts of the doctors to revive me. That wasn’t supposed to be me. Or was it? No, it couldn’t be. It was Darren. Darren was the one in that hospital bed, struggling to survive. My breath hitched as the reality began to set in. I’m not dreaming. This wasn’t some twisted hallucination or fantasy. I had actually been transmigrated into the world of the novel. This is real.

He looked like a pale remnant of his former self. "Emma…" Jake called out. He slowly stepped toward me, his eyes laced with red veins. "After four months, I finally transmigrated into your world. I've waited an eternity for your return…" I raised my hand to stop him from getting closer. At that moment, my mind felt like a pressure cooker about to blow. "System!" I screamed internally. "Get out here! Stop pretending to be dead!" After a few crackling noises, a hesitant electronic voice finally spoke.

Elias turned. Someone was standing several meters away. A young man. He looked almost ordinary, except for his eyes. One was completely white. The other was completely black. Elias immediately recognized him. "The Second Lifeform." The young man smiled. "You remember." "You were born in the Ninth World." "No." The answer was immediate. "I was born before it." Elias frowned. "Before the Ninth World?" "Before the first." The young man stepped closer. "I was the possibility that existed before anyone understood what possibility meant."

"This should answer all your questions." "You mean..." If I were keeping up with this man's sporadic thought process, then this book should be about body snatchers. Surging forward, I looked at the cover, taking in the gold letters that read Transmigration. Lifting a brow, I looked up from it and back to Geofrey. "You don't even know what it was that you did?" He huffed, seeming to be becoming genuinely fed up with me. "Your soul transmigrated from your original body to the one you're in now."

He heard something moving towards them with their feet going click, clack, and felt the hair on the back of his neck standing up. He moved back a few steps and then suddenly something jumped out of the shadows and... ********* Some things I like to make clear, there was a plot for the world the Mc transmigrated into, it was supposed to be the cliche campus love story, we all read at some point but the Original soul created the zombie apocalypse hence it derailed & the Female lead died. The Mc: He is zombified meaning he is not a human, he's almost like a vampire but not, he needs to drink human blood to survive and if goes too hungry he must eat human flesh(don't worry that's gonna happen to

Grim asked quietly, his warm breath brushing against her neck. "Look at these murals, Grim," Elodie whispered back, pointing her soft fingers toward a central carving depicting a glowing human soul floating across a rift of stars from a world filled with high rise buildings and modern books into a medieval fantasy empire. "They depict a soul crossing from another universe. The ancient architect who constructed this temple was a transmigrator from my former world." Grim's expression softened into intense curiosity and fierce, protective affection. He pulled her flush against his broad chest, holding her tight.