Chapter 7: Transmigration
24th July 2030.
Motionless and blood-stained, the body lay on cold, wet concrete.
There's no visible injury.
The finger twitched.
Muscles jerked.
Heartbeats resumed.
Light returned into their eyes.
Dark blue hair, eyes hidden behind squared glasses, they wore a white shirt underneath a blue jacket, complemented by blue pants and red necktie.
Instinctively, he reached for the phone in his pocket.
His gaze locked on the time. It seemed to be past midnight.
He tidied his clothes, sniffed, and recoiled in disgust.
Note to self: I need a shower ASAP.
He commented, his heartbeat steady, gaze unmoved as he let out a sigh.
His consciousness buzzed.
Memories flooded his mind.
It was not his but the new inhabitants.
His lips curled up into a smirk.
Nathaniel had successfully transmigrated.
The feeling of being biologically alive feels foreign.
The breathing, the subtle pain, the dizziness.
Where is this place?
He wondered, the surroundings resembled that of a modern city but the air was thick with strange energy.
He also felt a faint stare, not from a mysterious existence but from a human.
Can I see my status?
He thought, curious.
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Name: Gregory Vonhatten ( Nathaniel Lee )
True Name: Ezykiel — The Amalgamation
Race: Human
Status: Healthy, Soulless
Lifespan: 60 years
Tier: 1
Rank: E
Titles: False God, The Transmigrator
Bloodline: None
Physique: None
Symbolism: None
Spirit Beast: None
Attribute: Swift
Reactor: White
Affinity: Soul (EX-rank)
Talent: Origin of Mana (XXX-rank)
EGO: None
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EGO? That's something new, I guess that's the 'power' of this world?
Nathaniel thought, he left the alley and walked home.
Standing at the rooftop of the nearby building, a figure calmly observed his move.
Dressed in black, face masked, arm wrapped around a rifle, he held his phone near his ear.
"I saw a corpse come back to life, there's no visible wound but I definitely sense his soul consumed by that thing."
His voice, slightly raised and shaky.
Behind him, a six-eyed figure, menacing, stood at twice the height of an average man, its maw dripping out drool.
The scene shifted into the darkness that stretched out into the infinity.
"Interesting."
Nathaniel muttered, amused.
"So that's how the Transmigrator talent worked? Well, it's also probably thanks to your assistance…"
He glanced over to his side.
Beside him, calm and composed, sat a woman in her early twenties, hair flowing, white as snow, dressed in a majestic white dress that flowed through the air, her expression stoic, unreadable as she drank a cup of tea.
"It's not a problem."
She answered, detached and cold.
Nathaniel didn't seem to mind her demeanor, he reminisced on the moment he met her.
He had just been returned from his own Mind Domain and was greeted by a disembodied voice, the Will of the World.
They conversed, he noticed something, the Will of the World had chuckled multiple times, upon realizing it, the Will had tried to keep it hidden.
Nathaniel was amazed, despite being an entity entirely other compared to mortals, it was strangely human.
After sometime, the Will of the World materialized itself, a temporary vessel, the woman beside him now was that vessel.
Nathaniel felt a strange sense of familiarity when talking with the Will of the World, it was like they had known each other since the start, like they were an old friend.
He pushed the thought to the back of his mind, sealed deep within the abyss.
The Will of the World had known about his identity, as a human from outside the sea, as a transmigrator that ended up here.
"That title of yours, the Transmigrator, right?" she paused. "How about I lend you a hand?"
She asked, her eyes sparkled with anticipation.
Nathaniel as composed as usual replied.
"Sure, what might you be able to help me with?"
Her cold, detached air dispersed, replaced with a soft smile.
She asked.
"You know, your title works on the basis of dimensional travel, right?"
Nathaniel nodded.
She put the cup down on the table, her head turned to face him.
"You haven't awakened neither the Space nor Time affinity, and even if you have, you wouldn't be able to freely travel to a specific location unless you're aware of its coordinates—which I can provide."
She said, voice steady and confident.
"I see, so you offered me the help to assist my transmigration into these places? What do you gain from this?"
He said, doubtful, curious, and vigilant.
"It's a secret, I'm not telling you."
She said, expressionless.
That's fair.
Nathaniel thought, compromising, he decided to let the matter go.
"Alright, let's start then." Nathaniel stood up, arms raised in a long stretch, joints cracking as he arched his back.
"You're quite impatient."
Her gaze was serene, the table, the cup of tea, dematerialized on command.
She stood up, her index finger pressed against Nathaniel's forehead.
"What is this?"
He uttered, confused.
"Done, I have shed off a part of your consciousness and sent it away into a new dream."
She smiled, pushed his forehead playfully, and then walked away.
Nathaniel couldn't help but grin, her shenanigans entertained him.
"Is that so? What about my soul?"
He wondered.
She turned her head, lips curled into a smirk, eyes squinted, her hair flowing pushed by the breeze.
She rested her index finger on her chin, thinking.
Then, her lips parted.
"Consciousness, Souls, both are intertwined in their existence, Consciousness came from the Mind Domain and Souls are a being's essence, though both can exist independently."
She explained, her voice smooth, yet cryptic.
Nathaniel nodded in understanding, satisfied with the result.
Murmurs, inaudible and loud, anchored him to the present.
He glanced over to his left, a woman sat beside him on a bench, it was the Will of the World.
He smiled unconsciously.
"It's beautiful, right?"
She asked, pointing at the formation of a new concept.
He dragged his gaze to the bouncy letters.
Their dance, graceful, became wild, they circled around each other.
Chaotic, they moved like a monstrous storm, warped into an electrifying lightning bolt, and then a sluggish wave of tsunami.
Then, two of them crashed into one another.
They were cracked and destroyed into chunks, those chunks merged into a new concept, a new symbol.
His eyes glued to the performance, it was completely otherworldly, but it had grabbed his attention.
The Will of the World drifted her gaze toward his face, the edge of her mouth curled upward.
I hope that you won't leave me alone once again, Ezykiel…
She thought, longing evident in her tone.
His attention was suddenly grabbed by a distant whisper, it's different than before but achieved the same effect.
He instinctively closed his ear.
The whisper's voice dampened, but his intuition seemed to scream out, he gave up resistance.
"I have somewhere to go, let's meet again in a few minutes." He said, distracted by the noise.
It's like everything is spinning, why does the sound—the prayer make me react like this?
He asked in puzzlement, he walked off into the distance, braced himself for the light to engulf him.
Suddenly, a pillar of light descended into view, it brought upon an enormous gate that stood on cloud.
Beside him, the Will of the World measured the size of the giant gate.
"Is this your gate?"
She asked.
He didn't reply and stared at the gate, the noise came from behind it.
He ran his fingers through his hair, amused and surprised, he smiled.
His arm phased through his cranium.
I guess… this is a reasonable development…
He thought.
To be continued…