A Modern Man Who Transmigrated Into The Murim World の小説・ストーリー

machines retreating and then at the wolf-queen who had taken the poison for him. "You're... you're bleeding," he said, his voice trembling. "I told you," I whispered, coughing up a fine, silver-dusted blood. "I'm Human." I looked at the horizon. The "Clean-Zones" were rising. The walls were being built. The 184th Chapter was the end of the "World of One." It was the beginning of the World of Two. "The North is no longer a place," I said to the crowd, my voice carrying the weight of the New Cycle. "And the West is no longer a cage. We are a Species in Transition. And the only way we survive... is if we stop being Others."

He exclaimed when his mind returned to the present. " Maxwell Angelo von Heinlein.....He must be the human in the prophecy." He added in a low voice. The giant bird monster was still a little far from the moon gate of the dark lord's fortress when suddenly he jumped down. He was rapidly falling to the ground but he didn't care about it. He was still calm. When he was almost on the ground, he suddenly transformed into a chiropteran. He immediately flew through the window of the fortress where the seven pillars were having their assembly. Then Mir instantly transformed into a human form when he entered the area.

Rumors said that a Yuraeceon Rank powerhouse had sealed himself here. A man sat in a lotus position on top of the spiritual mountain in the depths of the Hallr Zone. He had disheveled hair, and his body was covered in scars, with black pus continuously oozing from the wounds. At this moment, he sensed something and stood up. His injuries instantly healed. The man, who had just been covered in wounds and looked miserable, transformed into a handsome and extraordinary guy in an instant. He stood up and glanced at the deepest part of the Dark World, then disappeared from the spot.

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.

the other said as the books started to float out of their shelves pass him by then arrange themselves elsewhere . After doing this for a while he heard a loud crash coming from where his worlds where . " huh?" . defteros said as he vanished from the shelves and appeared where the voice. came from only to meet a man standing there in a small crater "i-i did it, I have ascended to a higher realm hahaha I am a genius " the man laughed . " A mortal ? from one of my worlds ?" defteros was a surprised as he stared at the man as he seemed to have stopped laughing.

He called, revealing his left wrist, where two fingers had been chopped off. “But I’m the only one who knows how to create the one poison they use to oppress the werewolves. If I hadn’t given in to their demands years ago, I would still be living a good life with my wife and child, had we run away from Eshville,” he cries. Myra stiffens at his confession. Wait, Eshville? “You may not believe me, but I am a human from the new world, the mortal realm. I was a renowned scientist, and the first time I encountered supernaturals, I hit one with my truck,” he called bitterly.

“I am what remains after warnings are ignored.” Suddenly, the world twisted. The sand turned to glass, sharp and cracked. The sky bled crimson. And from the horizon, a great shadow rose, not a beast, not a man, but a tear in the world itself. Through it came fire. Came screaming. Came him. Morvani. Eyes like twin voids. Fingers like roots. His voice was a chorus of forgotten names. He did not see her. Not yet. But he was coming.

he said, even though he felt nothing other than sadness after arriving in the first realm. “You found a reason. But you wanted to go back,” the old man exclaimed out of happiness. “What’s that reason?” “I haven’t,” he corrected the official, ignoring his question. He continued walking past the official, but the old man followed him behind. “You did. What is it? I know you. Is it a person?” the old man said hurriedly. “What kind of human change your mind?” Xurden stopped, turning his head one last time to the official. “He’s not a human,” he told him.

It is definitely, without a doubt, not what Sol Ming was expecting, there is no familiar thing that could speak if she is still somewhere on Earth. And she has only accepted it, she transmigrated into the unknown but surely primitive world. Aware of such a fact, she can't help the fear and anxiety surrounding her heart. Why is she here? Why is she still alive? Where are her sisters? Are they here too? So many. Too many. The questions keep ongoing inside her head. That she doesn't notice another living person's approach. The tall figure of a well-built man; tanned skin, darkened long hair, wearing an animal-dried skin on his lower body, is one of the Dou Yun Shan tribe warriors.

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."