A Modern Man Who Transmigrated Into The Murim World นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Everything made sense now. " I misspoke. Your wolf was sacred. But you used his power to make a wish that goes against the Moon Godness and as such, all your power has been revoked. Except for startling people, you cannot do anything, you can't even transform. That's why you are not self-healing. " She looked at Milene and as she nodded, she knew her guess was the right one. " What did you wish for?" Milene gulped and fisted her hand to the point that her knuckles turned white. " I destroyed Mezdoxa's wolf and switched myself as Madoxe's mate. "

For a moment, he thought it was a dream, but everything feels so real, the pain was certainly real, he felt this level of pain in his entire life. Many possible weird ideas appeared in his mind like someone kidnapped him and injected another person's memories in his mind, or he becomes a lab rat of neuroscience lab. But none of them fit right other than he was really transmigrated into the otherworld. He has read many web novels in the 21st century, he knew what transmigration was. But he never thought he would also get transmigrated into another world. Furthermore, the timing was worse.

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.

One of the wolves, a slightly larger, black one, begins to transform, his body contorting rapidly while he stands upright, black fur melting away to be replaced by skin—human, naked skin. I break my gaze instantly, my heart pounding frantically as I try to catch my breath. I’d heard the stories before, of course. Men shift into wolves and back again effortlessly, a power we as humans can’t quite fathom. But I’ve never seen it happen with my own eyes before. As the newly shifted man starts to speak, I sneak another glance through the crack in the curtain, amazed to see that somehow, he’s now partially dressed. “I am Beta Turgan Rumok of Oceana,” he hollers, his voice firm and frightening. “Wh

"Was that some sort of translator?" "My apologies, but what do you mean by translator?" I've come to realize that their comprehension was limited. Might be because we didn't come from the same world or where am I again? A parallel universe? Another world? Another planet? "Nevermind," I responded. "Young miss, the name was Pierre," a man with red eyes said. "Merko," came from man whose grip was still at the bowl. A sickening feeling then again reverted. "I am Yura," said the one with purple pupils.

His cat eyes widened his animal pupil turning into slits, as his instincts get the better of him running to the corner so as not to be smashed by the boulders rushing and rolling forward very fast. There was a loud crashing sound followed by the dust and crashed rocks exploding. Caden found a little hole to hide, fortunately. When everything fell into silence, Caden went out of the hole and was stunned when he saw the light coming from the outside pouring down from the blasted hole. Now, the entryway can hold even 4 to 5 adult humans, not to mention a little kitty like him. But what shocked him is that the world outside doesn't resemble anything as he remembered. Did he transmigrate, not jus

Even if they did, they would quickly ascend back to the upper dimensions. Yet, Orkot and Fremont chose to stay in Earth's dimension. Wilbur could not understand their reasons, but perhaps it was because Earth was their homeland, and they longed to return. Wilbur shared a similar sentiment and could not find a better explanation. After a moment, the bronze mirror absorbed enough energy and emitted a pulse. Wilbur knew the time had come, so he quickly recited an incantation, transforming into a beam of white light as he entered the bronze mirror world. The mirror then returned to its original state, resting on the bed.

"Mister, you are far from home, aren't you?" The young man's eyes rotates toward my direction, "W-What do you mean?" Don't tell me.. he read my book and transmigrated into it too? I inquire, "You transmigrated into my story 'A Thousand Canola Blossom', didn't you?" He indulges in a state of confusion. Finally, he says in denial, "Your story? Don't you mean.. MY story 'Brotherhood of Blades'?" I blink. His story? Wait. Don't tell me..

“Trouble your mind no more, young prince, I shall tell you who I am! I am a young god who appeared in this world, created by three of the four most powerful infinite beings in existence and sent from the heavens.” He levitates and projects images in the air of a young man. “Who is that?” Mukura asks looking at the image. “That is me, little girl, centuries before your birth!” “So, you age backwards?” she attacks his manifestation as a child. “Actually, how I look is a matter of how I want to look, how I would like to manifest myself in this mortal realm.” “Gods! How typical.” Gurudza says in a harsh low tone.

“It is I, Muriel.” His eyes remained shut. But his senses began to come back one by one. “What do you want?” he asked out of curiosity. Had he slept for long? He felt like he was just woken up from a very long dream. “I need you to do me a favor.” “What is it?” “You’ll need to wake up now.” He had his eyes opened. But found himself still somewhere unfamiliar. It looked like a dimension that only good entities can enter. He found Muriel standing in front of him.