“A newcomer arrived.”
Hayashi Makoto closed his eyes.
The moment he separated from the mixed anime world, every color in that world was dyed black and white.
The once vivid and colorful world turned dull in an instant, then stopped moving and pulsing altogether.
When he opened his eyes again, Makoto had already appeared in the familiar Shared Transmigration Space.
This place was a faintly glowing chaos.
There was nothing in the chaos except a small grave standing alone and lonely.
Under the weak light, the black-and-white photo on the tombstone became visible.
In the photo was a young man with a gaudy punk hairstyle.
He had the exact same face as Hayashi Makoto, and he was even grinning shamelessly.
In fact, the person in the photo was also Hayashi Makoto.
A Hayashi Makoto from another world.
The instant he had transmigrated into the main mixed anime world, he had also transmigrated into many other worlds at the same time.
When the Makotos in those other worlds died, they would appear here, leave behind their last words, and then everything they had would turn into “points” that strengthened the main-world Makoto.
Finally, they would fade into nothingness, leaving only an empty grave behind.
Normally, Makoto was the only one who occasionally entered this place.
Today, there was someone else.
“So this place is inside a colorectal surgeon’s toilet.”
That person said this.
He had the same face as Makoto and looked not yet twenty years old.
His body seemed somewhat thin and weak, his face was deathly pale, and his aura was gloomy.
His eyes carried an extreme indifference, as if human lives were no different from weeds.
He looked around.
After receiving the information from the Shared Transmigration Space, he laughed with some emotion.
“A variant of the same-transmigration genre? An inheritance type… Hm. Pretty interesting. Too bad this cheat didn’t land on me.”
Makoto also laughed.
“Look on the bright side. In a sense, I’m the main body, so it’s only right that I get to enjoy the cheat!”
“Let’s just say that’s true. What’s your situation right now?”
“I’m in a daily-life mixed anime world, picking up girls, enjoying band music, and spending money like crazy. What about you? What kind of world were you in?”
Dead Makoto sighed.
“It should be the world of the Korean movie The Witch. I only regained the memories of my previous life after coming here. Sigh. If I had awakened earlier, maybe I could’ve…”
He paused.
“No. Looks like I still wouldn’t have lived much longer.”
The Witch world?
Which Witch movie?
“How did you die?”
“I failed to assassinate a high-ranking South Korean official and got blown up.”
Oh?
So he was an assassin?
Hearing that, Makoto became even more interested in this other version of his miserable life.
“Details.”
“Details your mom. Go look through my memories yourself. I’m tired.”
“Do you have any last wishes?”
Dead Makoto waved his hand wearily and lay down directly beside the old grave.
“I was an orphan raised by an organization since childhood. I don’t have any family or friends, so I won’t leave behind some last wish asking you to take care of anyone.”
“My last wish is for you to live well. If you agree to that, consider it fulfilled. Then you can inherit everything from me with a clear conscience.”
Makoto was puzzled.
“What are you talking about? It’s already set in stone that I’m going to inherit everything from you. I don’t need to fulfill your last wish at all. Even if I don’t do it, I’ll still inherit it.”
What?
Dead Makoto’s eyes shot open.
Like a corpse angered back to life, he roared, “Then why the hell did you ask me what my last wish was!?”
“Uh… a bit of end-of-life care?”
“Thank you for your end-of-life care, you piece of shit.”
The dead man closed his eyes.
His figure slowly scattered bit by bit.
In the end, only a grave remained in place.
Aside from the black-and-white photo, the tombstone was engraved with his name and a brief summary of his life.
The whole thing was extremely plain.
At the same time, memories belonging to another version of himself appeared in Makoto’s mind.
“So it was that Witch movie.”
Makoto suddenly understood.
It was a Korean movie with elements of superpowers, violence, and bloodshed.
The female lead was a super genius who had escaped from a mysterious organization more than ten years ago.
The plot was about her living with an ordinary family.
Later, after realizing that her time was running out, she deliberately exposed her identity on a variety show stage to lure the mysterious organization into coming after her.
Then she took the chance to wipe them out and found the medicine inside the organization that could prolong her life.
This other version of himself had been a modified human from that mysterious organization.
Strength.
Speed.
Perception.
Absurd self-healing ability.
And brutal killing methods.
He was like a new human who had evolved once again.
But the price was a very short lifespan.
Makoto looked at the two graves and sighed for a while.
Then he turned his attention to his data panel.
[Name: Hayashi Makoto]
[Race: Human]
[Spirit: 15]
[Constitution: 22]
[Energy: 0]
[Skills: None]
[Passive: Mind Teleporter]
[Remaining Points: 60]
Good grief.
As expected of a version of himself who had been a modified assassin.
He had directly dropped sixty points.
While feeling satisfied, Makoto also felt a trace of regret.
This version of himself had dropped so many points, and Makoto had also inherited his brutal killing techniques and violent methods.
Unfortunately, he had not inherited the telekinesis possessed by the male and female leads.
That was a little disappointing.
“Close combat, firearms, bombs, poison, driving, disguise, languages from various countries, lip reading…”
A person’s energy was limited.
If one wanted to obtain genius-level abilities, one had to persist for a very long time.
But modified humans with shortened lifespans were different.
They had been subjected to brutal modifications since childhood, and their learning ability was shockingly powerful.
In less than twenty years, they had mastered countless skills.
After transmigrating, Makoto had spent a lot of time every day learning how to protect himself.
Or rather, how to kill.
If his identities as an “alien” and “superpower user” were exposed one day, how would he continue living freely?
He had to prepare for the worst.
But now, there was no need to keep learning.
Another version of himself had already finished learning everything.
“Hell yeah!”
Makoto adjusted his mood and divided the sixty points into three parts.
The largest portion went into [Constitution].
The second-largest portion went into [Spirit].
The smallest portion went into [Energy].
As for the passive ability [Mind Teleporter], it seemed that this thing could not be improved with points.
[Spirit: 35]
[Constitution: 52]
[Energy: 10]
[Skills: None]
[Passive: Mind Teleporter]
[Remaining Points: 0]
He took a deep breath.
The strength of his body had clearly improved in a way visible to the naked eye.
His spirit had also become stronger.
There was a feeling that “the world had become clearer” and that “his brain was running faster.”
Only [Energy], which he had added ten points to, gave him no feeling at all.
“Did I add too little? Forget it. I’ll try again next time.”
At this moment, he felt like he could beat ten versions of his previous self.
He even had the illusion that he was invincible under the heavens and could do anything.
Makoto understood that this was only an illusion caused by his sudden surge in power.
He was still far from truly invincible.
That was why he had no intention at all of going to The Witch world to suffer.
The first-generation Witch characters were only terrifying in physical combat.
They were strong in close quarters and almost invincible there.
But the second-generation Witch…
That telekinesis was practically like something used by wizards.
It was scary as hell.
Most importantly, although that world’s modification technology was crude and brutal, it was not worth Makoto coveting.
He already had a way to become stronger comfortably.
Why would he go looking for trouble on an operating table?
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