A Transmigrator Privilege Novels & Stories

On top of that suspicion, she was making this sudden compelling choice to move western. Phuture transmigrated just a day ago and now was beginning to take the role as Celie. She battled in a naval victory, helped free Willie Lou and Chicago, and then activated The Realm afterwards. All of this had been accomplished without any rest, and her lack of sleep was beginning to catch up. The fact that she couldn't remember much of her memories, the peculiar transmigration after Celie's death, the sudden summoning of two spiritual energy users, and now Willie Lou was a main suspect of being one of them.

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.”

Right then, the beautiful notification sound of the system rang in my mind. [Ding—Damage transfer successful.] [Target Olivia's bilateral corneas have been conceptually removed, causing permanent blindness.] [Based on the damage assessment, the host's wealth has increased by 1 billion dollars. It has been automatically deposited into the system's virtual account and can be withdrawn to any bank globally at any time.] Olivia, didn't you want money? Now, I have traded your eyes for my very first fortune. Are you satisfied with this grand gift?

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.

I never felt so cheated like this before, "How am I suppose to collect that much?!" Before I can even protest, the blank space starts distorting around me. What the heck? "Well, Goodluck Host St412c120883D! Look how lucky we are, there's already an available world for you! It's even a high-rank world! Maybe a Class-B or Class-C. Let's grab it before anyone can even find it!" "Hell no, wait!" "Transmigration starting 10% ... 27% ... 54% ... 89% ... 100%! Your soul will transfer in 3, 2, and 1."

Rachel thought frantically. Immediately Rachel heard the girl's "You are not in hell either. You need to listen to me now. I don't have much time left." Hearing the urgency and the desperation in the girl's voice, Rachel decided to listen to her. "I am Araceli, A Billionaire Heiress. I don't how it happened but transmigrated into my body. I'm already dead but you are occupying my body right now" Araceli explained as she whimpered. "I'm in your body? Rachel asked, shocked. Is there something like that? Transmigration?