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“It will be much like it was at the World’s Fair opening, Evelyn. Simply follow my lead. Can you do that?” Evelyn’s pulse kicked up a notch. Their trip to the World’s Fair had been like visiting an alternate existence. It went beyond simply politely 'familiar'. That had been an imaginary World of Tomorrow where the natural hierarchy and boundaries of wealth and social status had been erased, like the idealized Democracity or the egalitarian Futurama. Where people attracted to one another were free to explore that gift in each other's company without question.

Surprisingly Gage was seen walking, tracing the paralleled crack while carrying the still snoring transfigured henchman on his shoulder. Leaving him wasn’t good enough for a Divine Humane, knowing full well he was ordered to kill him but he was also a Humane just like him so with that single reason he can’t leave him behind… ... Many steps later he finally reached a huge split on a unseen wall enough to make his full armored body pass through, probably the end of an unending space full with burning gases of various sizes and alluring colors then he puts his hand on the split wall sensing this, surely this was the exit out of the place and the entrance to the real world.

“Everything is possible, Emir. They were just doing things in hushed. Your wolf families lived in peace, so did our fox world. But because of the Beast Lord’s fret, he destroyed everything and some of us went to your world.” “How?” “Find the person, Emir. He is in your world living in the underground. Days will come you will know you’re all living with different creatures the world has aside for the humans.” I was completely shocked. The Earth was indeed trillions of people living above it but I haven’t heard any of them until now. “You’re running out of time, Emir. Find this person as soon as possible.” The mystery girl slowly vanished. “Please tell me your name!” I curiously asked.

The beast told me, to which I smiled and nodded. “Oh! Before I forget, what are you?” I asked him. “Me? I’m a Chimera. Don’t you forget it.” He tells me, to which I nodded to confirm that I wouldn’t. “Rin the Chimera…” I stated to myself, and suddenly the light engulfed me, transporting me to this world I was once in. Now, I’m returning with a new slate in life. The past is the past, and I want nothing to do with it. Look out world, that other guy is dead, and I’m taking charge... Here I come, Rin the Chimera...

"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."

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.”

The candle instantly blew out, plunging him into darkness, illuminated only by the moonlight filtering through the bathroom window. The mirror no longer reflected him. Instead, it was like a window into another world. He saw an ancient stone chamber, with torches illuminating walls carved with similar symbols. And in the center of the room, stood a man. Strikingly handsome, in archaic clothing, his face stern and defined, but his eyes... his eyes were the red eyes of Morat. The man, Morat in his human form, stared directly at him through the mirror. His expression was not anger, but deep, ancient triumph.

To make it here so he could bring a little death to the nonbelievers of Blackwater Valley—at a time and place where he knew it would do the most harm, during the busy weekly service. Aaban only hoped the old tattooed whore made it here as well, to preen as usual in her most revealing of frippery, and be among the congregation this evening. The olive-skinned young man sensed a transformation coming in the newly arrived Millennium, felt it in the air, in the demeanor and the rumblings from his homeland. He sensed the world was on the precipice of some huge and terrible change, and that nothing would ever be the same again thereafter. So, he’d decided he would take immense pleasure by getting i

replied the world spirit, emphasizing her current status. "Hehehe, it seems I can do that without having to use the second ancestor's body anymore!" said the man, who was then pinched on the waist by the world spirit. "I have discarded the body. Now this is my true body, and with this, I can also cultivate like a human! I can also have children like humans, so don't worry!" replied the world spirit, allowing the man's hand to rest on her chest so that he could feel her heart beating normally.