A Transmigrator Privilege Novels & Stories

' "You are confined in bed for One year and half a month so****---" She lick her dry lips because of the sudden beats inside of her heart. "Congratulations Host! You are one of the Transmigratory in a novel chosen by the most amazing AL in the world! Which is the main system and my Father of course" 'Transmigratory? What? What the hell! So your telling me, while I'm confined in bed for One year and half a month. I need to play this fucking game! And my first mission in the game is to get killed by a fucking villain too!'

"It’s not just a database, Chalida," Pim repeated, her voice thin, vibrating with a terror she couldn't mask. "It’s a ledger of human obsolescence. Look at the timestamp on the final migration log. The day our mother was appointed Minister—that was the day the Aegis protocols were hard-coded into the Algorithm’s core logic."

They simply asked for a peony flower but Elise needed money to survive. Elise after reading many novels of reincarnation and transmigration have an idea that money and knowledge are a necessity to live in a fantasy world, aside from rank in the society but Elise wakes up as a commoner, only having money she can have freedom in this kind of world. The people can’t simply look down on her because she has something they greedily wanted. Bwi made a magical space to show Elise his treasure but he won’t allow Rio and Rj to enter it.

Taika was a little different from other transmigration, she didn't wanted vengeance neither or wealth, she wasn't betrayed by her close ones neither did she get killed by anyone. In fact Taika had a normal peaceful life, a lovely parents and doting siblings and great friends who supported her when she was facing hardship or trouble. Like a bad dream her prefect life shattered one very night, her life took a double turn when she woke up only to find out she is dead and was bond to a transmigration cycle without her consent. She became a life puppet to the system cycle, due to her pure character she had to take twisted classes in order to be a villainess.

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.”

I picked a gap between two thick directives and drove the pen into it like I was slotting a new line on a page. The code there rippled under the impact. Text bled outward from the pen’s tip, black at first, then flaring into a muted, stubborn white. CONSENT, I wrote. A new function, jammed between PROCESS_REGRET and ENSURE_THROUGHPUT. Under it: IF SUBJECT_DECLINES_PARTICIPATION → RELEASE. No more kidnapping people whose only crime was dying badly. “YOU WILL… DOOM THEM,” the Admin snarled. “WITHOUT ENFORCED PROCESSING, SUBJECTS WILL REFUSE. REGRET WILL ACCUMULATE.”

Vera then continued, “Young Master, since you used the analogy of college entrance exams, let me compare all those overcoming the heavenly tribulation cultivators to high school seniors who are about to take the college entrance exams. Becoming an immortal is basically equivalent to being admitted to top universities such as Queenston University, A-state University, Harvard, or Cambridge. As long as one doesn't get admitted to these top universities, they are basically eliminated, kicked out of high school, and sent directly to society, never having the chance to step into the campus in their lifetime.” “Transcendents are like those unfortunate students who missed the cutoff for these top un

Tyr rubbed his temples and said, “Tell me.” Emerson lit up a cigar and took a deep puff before he said, “Recently, your organization has transformed into a Transcendent organization. All the members in your organization, from Palace Master, the Kings, and the Great Generals, are Transcendent powerhouses. Many elites in lower ranks have undergone the same transformation too. We call such a powerhouse a supernatural being in the West, while you guys called yourself Transcendents. “According to the Second World’s regulations, an organization with more than thirty supernatural beings can be considered a Transcendent organization. So, I think Regal Palace has far more than thirty supernatural bei

" I do know a definite way for you to gain more power. " Caroline raised a brow. " What is it? " " More than anything, producing an heir would gain you a lot of power. " Caroline cocked her eyebrow in surprise, "An heir? As in, a child?" "Yes, a child." Molly replied, smiling. " Well, if having a child will give the power that I want and also secure that power, then I am willing to carry that child," A snicker escaped Caroline's lips. "It will, but first..." Molly tried to say before Caroline interrupted her.

And there, hovering above each person, were designations: PLAYER_PRIMARY_CAMRYN_CHAVEZ_STAGE_III_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_AMON_CAELAN_STAGE_III_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_MIRANDA_CASTELLAN_STAGE_II_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_WHITNEY_SOREN_STAGE_II_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_FABIAN_MOREAU_STAGE_IV_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_REGINALD_CASTELLAN_STAGE_II_ACTIVE PLAYER_SECONDARY_OLYRIENNE_ROSSETTI_STAGE_III_ACTIVE "No," Whitney breathed. "No, this can't be," "It's real," I said, deactivating the device. The code disappeared, but the damage was done. "We're all players. Transmigrators pulled from our original worlds into a game designed to test whether we can save an underground nation from apocalyptic threat.