“A newcomer is here.”
Makoto closed his eyes.
At the moment of peeling away from the world of comprehensive manga, all the colors of this world were dyed in black and white; the colorful world became monotonous in this instant, and its movement and pulse came to a standstill.
When he opened his eyes again, Makoto had already appeared in the familiar co-transmigration space.
This place was a glimmering chaos; there was nothing in the chaos except for a small, solitary grave; the glimmer shone upon it, illuminating the black-and-white photo on the tombstone.
In the photo was a young man with a ‘Smart’ hairstyle.
He had a face exactly like Makoto’s, and he was grinning playfully.
In fact, the person in the photo was also Makoto.
A Makoto from a different world.
At the instant he originally transmigrated into the main world of comprehensive manga, he had simultaneously transmigrated into many other worlds.
When the Makotos of other worlds died, they would appear here, leave their last words, and then everything about them would turn into ‘points’ for the main world’s Makoto to grow stronger, finally returning to nothingness, leaving behind only an empty grave.
Usually, only Makoto would occasionally enter here alone.
Today, there was one more person here.
“So, this is the inside of a proctologist’s toilet.”
That person said so.
He had the same face as Makoto, looking less than twenty years old; his figure appeared somewhat thin and weak, his face pale, his temperament gloomy, and his eyes contained an extreme indifference that regarded human life as grass.
He looked around, and after receiving the message from the co-transmigration space, he smiled with some emotion: “A variant of the co-transmigration trope?
Inheritance type…
hmm, quite interesting.
Too bad this Golden Finger didn’t fall to me.”
Makoto was also smiling: “Look on the bright side.
In a sense, I am the main body; I should be the one to enjoy the Golden Finger!”
“I suppose so.
What’s your situation now?”
“I’m in a daily-life comprehensive manga world, picking up girls, enjoying bands, and spending money lavishly.
What about you?
What kind of world are you in?”
The dead Makoto sighed: “It should be the world of the movie ‘The Witch.’ I only got my past life memories after coming here.
Sigh, if I had awakened them earlier, I might…
no, it seems I wouldn’t have lived much longer anyway.”
The Witch world?
Which Witch movie?
“How did you die?”
“Failed to assassinate a high-ranking South Korean official and got blown up.”
Oh, an assassin?
Hearing him say this, Makoto actually became interested in the tragic life of his other self: “Tell me the details.”
“Tell your mom, go look at my memories yourself.
I’m tired.”
“Do you have any last wishes?”
The dead Makoto waved his hand wearily and lay down directly next to that old grave: “I’m an orphan who was adopted by the organization since I was a child; I don’t have any friends or family, so I won’t leave a last wish for you to take care of anyone.
My last wish is to live well; if you agree, it’s considered completed, and you can inherit everything of mine with a clear conscience.”
Makoto was puzzled: “What are you talking about?
My inheriting everything of yours is set in stone; there’s no need to complete your last wish at all.
Even if I don’t complete it, I’ll still inherit everything!”
What?
The dead Makoto suddenly snapped his eyes open, roaring like a corpse brought back to life by anger: “Then why did you ask me if I had any last wishes!?”
“Uh…
a bit of end-of-life care?”
“Thanks for your end-of-life care, piece of shit.”
The dead person closed his eyes.
His figure dissipated bit by bit, leaving only a grave on the spot; on the tombstone, besides a black-and-white photo, his name and brief life were carved, prioritizing simplicity.
At the same time, memories belonging to his other self flooded into Makoto’s mind.
“So it’s this Witch movie.”
He suddenly realized.
It was a South Korean movie with elements like superpowers, violence, and gore.
The female lead was a super genius who escaped a mysterious organization over ten years ago.
The plot of the movie was about her living in an ordinary family, later realizing her time was up, so she exposed her identity on a variety show stage to lure the mysterious organization to find her, taking the opportunity to wipe them all out and find the medicine used by the organization to prolong life.
The other version of himself was precisely an augmented human from that mysterious organization.
Strength, speed, perception, exaggerated self-healing, and brutal killing methods—it was as if they were a newly evolved species of humanity.
But the price was a very short lifespan.
Makoto looked at those two graves, sighed for a while, and then looked at his own data panel.
[Name: Makoto]
[Race: Human]
[Spirit: 15]
[Constitution: 22]
[Energy: 0]
[Skills: None]
[Passive: Jumper]
[Remaining Points: 60]
Good grief, as expected of a version of myself from an augmented human assassin background, he directly dropped sixty points.
While satisfied, a trace of regret appeared in Makoto’s eyes.
Although he gained so many points and inherited the brutal killing techniques and violent methods of his other self, he didn’t inherit the Psychokinesis of the male and female leads, which was a bit of a pity.
“Close-quarters combat, firearms, bombs, poisoning, driving, disguise, various languages, lip-reading…”
A person’s energy is limited.
To obtain genius-level abilities, one must have long-term persistence to succeed.
But augmented humans with compressed lifespans were different; having undergone cruel modification since childhood, their learning ability was astonishingly powerful, mastering countless abilities in less than twenty years.
After transmigrating, Makoto had to spend a lot of time every day learning how to defend himself, or rather, how to kill.
In case his identity as an ‘alien’ or’superpowered person’ was exposed, how would he continue to live his carefree life?
He had to prepare for the worst-case scenario.
But now there was no need to continue learning; the other version of himself had already learned it all.
“Awesome!”
Makoto collected his thoughts and divided the sixty points into three parts.
The largest part was added to [Constitution], the next part to [Spirit], and the smallest part to [Energy]…
as for the passive [Jumper], it seemed this thing couldn’t be improved by adding points.
[Spirit: 35]
[Constitution: 52]
Energy: 10
Skills: None
Passive: Jumper
Remaining Points: 0
He took a deep breath.
The improvement in his physical strength was visible to the naked eye.
His mental strength also felt enhanced, giving him a sense that ‘the world became clearer’ and ‘his mind worked faster’.
Only the ten points added to [Energy] gave him no sensation at all.
“Was it too little?
Whatever, I’ll try more next time.”
At this moment, he felt he could defeat ten of his former selves, even feeling invincible and capable of anything!
Makoto understood this was merely an illusion brought on by the sudden surge in power.
He was far from invincible, so he had no intention of suffering in the ‘Witch’ world.
The first-generation witches were only formidable in hand-to-hand combat, unbeatable in close quarters.
But the second-generation witches…
that Psychokinesis, it was practically like some cultivator, terrifying.
Most importantly, the modification technology in that world, though crude, wasn’t something Makoto coveted.
He had a comfortable path to become stronger.
Why seek discomfort on an operating table?