Transmigrator Novels & Stories

A breeze rustled the leaves as if in answer. I smiled. He would not be lonely. His music and kindness would live on in countless beautiful melodies across the world. [Revenge mission complete. World line reshaped. Do you choose to return?] The long-forgotten system alert sounded. I stood and looked at Xavier’s smiling face on the tombstone one last time. “Goodbye, Xavier. Goodbye, this world.” Then, I said, “Yes.” … White light flashed, and I returned to the real world.

"It was a very small raw potato." "And you were holding his hand." "For the Heimlich," Lucien said, with the face of a man who had never been so proud of a lie. "It is a hand technique. It is taught in maid school." "There is no maid school." "There is a very good one in Switzerland." Camille's gaze moved slowly from Lucien to me. I did the only thing a trained professional could do. I coughed. Loudly. With great pain. "See?" Lucien said. "He is still recovering."

"The Director has prepared clear conditions." He read them out like a list of chores. "One meeting per month. One handshake. One hug, to satisfy the matching AI. Monthly compensation of one million star coins. After three months, a severance payment of five hundred thousand, and the match is dissolved." Silas's hand curled slowly into a fist on the table. I picked up the paper and read it. Every line. Twice. They expected me to cry. I could see it in their faces. They were waiting for the poor E-rank girl to beg, or shout, or run out of the room.

Grim asked quietly, his warm breath brushing against her neck. "Look at these murals, Grim," Elodie whispered back, pointing her soft fingers toward a central carving depicting a glowing human soul floating across a rift of stars from a world filled with high rise buildings and modern books into a medieval fantasy empire. "They depict a soul crossing from another universe. The ancient architect who constructed this temple was a transmigrator from my former world." Grim's expression softened into intense curiosity and fierce, protective affection. He pulled her flush against his broad chest, holding her tight.

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?"

With regained calmness and a cold glint flickering through her beautiful black eyes, Audrey willed the fire to vanish and then she ordered the captain, "Tell me everything about everything that I should know it the Cape of Habibi… 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. No matter how one denies it, it was a fact t

’ Nozomi’s expression became gloomier. ‘This is getting tough... It feels like their slipping away...’ Memories of her lives in earlier worlds began to play in her mind. ‘How many more fathers, mothers, and siblings would I have...? How many more years would I have lived...? It’s only been a few lifetimes and I’m already feeling the weight of it. How many more can I take? Will I forget about them? Will they become nothing more than my past?’ BaoBao did not know what he could say to comfort her. It was the truth and a real possibility. A few transmigrators were with them for eternity for that very reason – They had moved on.

But here he was! "Excuse me, may I help you?" The woman in her forties approached him as soon as he entered the Admission's Office, which was located on the second floor of the Administration Building. "Ah, yes. I mean, I am a transferee here. I was wondering whom I need to submit my papers to," he answered, showing the folding he'd been carrying around. "Oh, you're Hercules Gaston?" "Yes. And please...just call me 'Hero'." "Okay, Hero. Come, follow me," she said, guiding him to her table and offered him a chair. "Have a seat."

[sleepy eiycee: I’ll start referring to Raine as Xuiying from this point.] As days pass by, Raine at least knows that she has indeed transmigrated and is now a young lady named Qi Xiuying. She is now the second lady of a well-known family of merchants in the capital of the Feng empire. Today, her mother Xi Hui is accompanying her while embroidering. She felt loved as she heard her mother talk of their past, although those belong to the original owner of her current body.

Dina sighed disapprovingly, “Hm, are you ATs like that? Robotic and cold?” “We ensure to do our jobs and do it well, some although more amiable could be unreliable so yes, most of us are strict.” “I see, okay whatever, I just imagined something disturbing so let’s not dive deeper and go to the main event, hm?” “If you say so, Dina.” Zero began divulging the rest of the required knowledge a Transmigrator was meant to have which was locked up before due to Dina’s rank. In the first place came an introduction to character integration where the concept of OOC was finally introduced.