Novel & Cerita The Exhausting Reality Of Transmigration

The Witness begins moving death refugees to exile realm, millions of consciousness relocating to space outside reality where they can negotiate perpetually. It takes an hour to move them all, the eternal space finally clearing of refugees who’ve been threatening death itself. When they’re gone, Original Death examines the results. “Temporary improvement,” it concedes. “But new death refugees are already forming. The exploit remains. Two hours to close the loophole permanently or I implement a shutdown.” I’m desperately analyzing negotiable death trying to find the fundamental flaw that allows perpetual negotiation. Alistair is helping, both of us racing against the deadline.

There was no blood or any wound, but I felt a phantom pain in my throat. "Tch!" I didn't have much time. If it would go the same way, the commander and the soldiers should be here soon. I opened the letter. [Dear Transmigrator, If you are seeing this letter, you must have died already. How did it feel? It must have hurt, right? I have explained the rules already. But I might have forgotten to mention one or two rules. Pardon me!

The huge claggy clay swampland is being reshaped as our delicate, intricate porcelain travels across the world. All those warriors who lived a life underground have homes, families. New towns have sprung up. The bridges have been a success, encouraging migration and movement between packs. I should bounce out of my bed every morning. It means nothing. Not without Cass. I’m a fucking shell all over again. Why was the brightest period of my life so desperately short?

"What if I leave?" "Then leave." "What if I forget?" "Then forget." She looked at him. "And what if I come back?" The stranger smiled. "I'll wait." The memory blurred. Elara's heart began pounding. She knew what happened next. The system. The first world. The transmigration. The life she had believed was the beginning. But now she realized something. The system hadn't found her. She had found it. And she hadn't created it. She had been trying to escape something.

asked Jeff confusedly. "The connection is maybe from one of your paintings there is a magic painting that can take them to their country," Regina replied, she wished Jeff had a magic painting. ""I don't have a painting like that, ma'am, Scarlett. If someone's soul is exchanged and they want to go back to the past, then they must have a magic spell to be able to open the passage of time," Jeff explained. "Do you have that magic spell, Jeff?" Scarlett's turn to ask, she leaned forward and brought her face closer to Jeff's.

It was very peacefull, very quiet which made her relax. Tera and Seri are out and left her alone for a while but not after they left a transmitter stone near her that would alarm them when something goes wrong but of course the chamber is heavily guarded with booby traps that no one can escape easily thats why this chamber was called the safe room unlike others that are located underground, only the royals are able to enter in and out of this chamber and some authorized servants.

"So I tried to find the reason on why he cant come back with me on the real world. And that's how I found out...that he'e already dead on our world. It means–he was transmigrated not transfered like me." Anastasia freezes at that. "Wait, can you explain the difference between transfered and transmigrated?" The prince asked. "Transfered is like what happened to you. Your soul was transfered inside the book but your real body is still alive on the other world. While transmigration is the movement of your soul after death. It means you already died before coming here." "Is there any reason on why he was transmigrated on the book then?" Alistair asked again.

With regained calmness and a cold glint flickering through her beautiful black eyes, Agatha willed the fire to vanish and then she ordered the governor, "Tell me everything about the royal family and big aristocratic families in Xia Empire's capital… Leave no details unsaid... It is my first test to you as my loyal subject..." People who found themselves transported to another world would usually long to go back to where they came from. It was a natural instinct, born in the depths of one's heart to persist in lingering inside and would rear its head whenever the transmigrator felt like he was already okay to stay in the current world.