Transmigrate Novels & Stories

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.”

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.

I was starting to curse in annoyance now, feeling embarrassed to be washed by someone I'm clearly older than. Not that we are having a sexy bath exchange, which would be hella fun, but a real bath, as I'm a baby now. It seems the universe wasn't planning to let me go insane, because I finally got a response. A weird response. Ding! Ding! System connecting….. System connecting…. Connection successful. Congratulations host, my name is Dot, and your transmigration has been successful. Welcome to the Pain and Pleasure system.

Leaving her heart in one place would be… inefficient. She rerouted some core functions—processing clusters, mirror arrays, and certain trigger modules—to a secondary, colder facility far from the city’s obvious arteries. The kind of place that had never had a postal code. “Begin migration,” she said. > **CORE OPERATIONS: PARTIAL REDUNDANCY INITIATED.** > **ESTIMATED DURATION: 72 HOURS (OPTIMAL).** War was coming. She had no intention of being caught standing still. *** The hydro‑plant apartment felt smaller after the run.

the Gatekeeper continued. “No.” “Yet you engaged it.” “Yes.” A pause, not hesitation but assessment. “You altered derivative containment to distribute load,” it observed. It was describing what I had done to the lattice. “Yes.” “Imperfect, but adaptive.” Jamal glanced at me sharply, it was evaluating and not condemning. Vale swallowed audibly “Ask it what it wants.” I didn’t need to and it answered before the question fully formed. “The migration was premature.” My stomach tightened. “Premature,” I repeated.

“Transamagei wanted to be a pure place, like the Other Side. They wanted to wipe the dangerous monsters and keep the ones that wouldn’t harm humans. It worked for a while, but new breeds were created from the ones remaining, and demons were formed. For a while, people that had died and been infested were tracked and killed. This obviously caused some controversy, and a war broke out between the demons and the pure humans. This happened in most countries around the world; the worst being in Sole.” “Sole?” I shivered. “They managed to wipe out everyone else and is now a pure human country” Orlando looked at me sternly “that’s what Transamagei wants to try and be again. Breeding has gotten out

They were trying to Move us to a Remote Server where we would be under the permanent control of the Maintainers. "They're not killing us," I gasped, my hands shaking as I saw the "Upload" progress bar appear on my HUD. "They're Backing us up. And once the backup is complete... they’ll 'Delete' the local copy. They’ll delete the world." [MIGRATION_PROGRESS: 99.99%] [SYSTEM_FATAL_ERROR: CONNECTION_RESET_BY_PEER]

The lane was wide enough to take a car, and ended in a rose-decked courtyard where derelict eighteenth-century cottages had been turned into luxurious tourist accommodations. The old man walked up to her. " Would you be Mrs Denham? " She was about to nod her head but stopped, remembering that she was not married anymore but she had no choice but to give him a reply. " Yes, I would, Mr? " " Walker. Noah Walker. I'm the butler. Everyone calls me Noah. " Amelia raised a brow. Everyone? " Right, Noah. You can call me Amelia or just Miss. I'm no longer a married woman. " She replied with a forced smile and she could see the look of confusion on his face when she told him that she was no longer a

Yu Meng lightly bit her lip in annoyance. "Host, if you don't express that you like him, then how will he understand your feelings for him out of the blue?" Xue Yun mouth twitched. Yu Meng nodded in assent and boldly faced him and squeezed out a docile smile on her face, "Hello, classmate…I am Fang Ying. We are probably going to be desk mates in the future, and I am a new transfer student. So please, take care of me in the future." Yu Meng lowered her head and waited quietly for his reply, she imagined countless types of answer, like the overbearing CEO ones, 'Who are you? Scram from here!' or maybe he will just completely ignore her presence.

Ray nods and pulls out a photo from his desk's drawer, "Watch this." "What's this?" he examines the photo. "It looks like a black card." "I hacked this photo from one of their websites. It's called a Pecto, there's total seven of them, if the informations are correct." "The Conditorem is quite aficionado of Latin words," he furrows his forehead. "I never understood why their symbol is an innocent bird like swift bird. What do they mean by that? That they can be impeccable and try to make this world better?" he clenches his teeth, then looks up at his friend. "Um, anyway, how can we grab this Pecto?"