The Exhausting Reality of Novel Transmigration

was in the real world, but I know this for sure—that I had borrowed someone else’s body while going through various worlds.

If…

If these transmigrations really were related to Rosetta…

Then why the hell did it affect ‘me’?

What did Rosetta have to do with me?

I had a few guesses of my own.

That the premise of these worlds being ‘fiction’ was just a lie, and these were all separate worlds in their own right.

That the wish of ‘Rosetta’ only happened to impact ‘me’ as I was in another world.

Or that Rosetta—as a person or as a side character—was me from a previous life, but the wish I made as Rosetta worked retroactively on ‘me’ from the modern world.

But then, the timeline would become very complicated under that assumption.

It would be a wish from a past life, which would work on my future self, yet would eventually change the past regardless.

What kind of bizarre Mobius strip would that just be.

In any case, nothing really hit home.

But I was still half-sure that either Rosetta or the sacred relic was related to my multiple transmigrations.

Despite how unfathomable and distant these assumptions were, I’d prefer to insist on these premises because of the clear voice of God that rang in my head—that Rosetta wanted this.

So.

“Somehow or another, it’s possible.”

How dare a mere human being comprehend the will of God?

Though my answer was vague, Cassion did not ask me any more questions.

He just nodded with a serious face as though he understood.

“Then, what you’re holding is related to it? Your search to find the connection between Rosetta and the book?”

His gaze dropped sharply, pointing out the diary in my hand.

“Well, similar.”

I flipped through the diary again, skimmed a little, then handed it over to Cassion.

Unlike me, he was more patient about going through the pages.

The first page was empty.

No, it wasn’t just the first page.
Flipping through was enough to tell you that everything’s empty.

“As you can see, nothing’s there, so I can’t find a connection.”

After glancing back at me, his black eyes looked at the diary again.

“This is a diary, isn’t it?”

“Yeah.
But nothing’s written in it, so it could hardly be called a diary.”

It was so utterly blank that I don’t see the point as to why it was hidden in the first place.

Cassion flipped through the pages silently.

“Yeah, it’s empty alright.”

But, in the middle of saying this, his hand stopped flipping the pages suddenly.

It was one of the pages towards the end.

“No, perhaps not.”

“What?”

He returned the notebook to me, opening it on a certain page without saying anything more.

I turned to look at it.

And, indeed, it’s just as he said.

At first glance, it looked blank, but something was certainly written there.

Small letters right next to the seam of the notebook.

“…horn…front…way back…”

The words were also widely spaced out.
It’s difficult to figure out what they meant.

Even if I were to read them aloud, they wouldn’t make sense.

With a wrinkled brow, I stared intently at those words and turned over another page just in case.

Because at the last page.

I stared at one clearly written word.

“Transmigration.”

Yes.
What’s clearly written on this page was definitely the word ‘transmigration’.

As I murmured the handwritten word with a blank expression, I raised my head, and my gaze met Cassion’s.

I traced over the word lightly with one finger.

He stared into my eyes quietly, then soon spoke.

“Now I’m sure that you’re right.
The original Rosetta must have known something.”

“Yes, I think so too…”

The voice of God in her mind was enough, but she couldn’t help but be in disbelief that there was actual evidence.

Then, was this seemingly ordinary notebook the sacred relic?

I closed the notebook and turned it over.

However, I couldn’t feel any special energy emanating from it.

It seemed very much like an ordinary notebook.

In the middle of this thoughtful silence, Cassion and I said nothing as we ruminated.
Suddenly, however, we both heard a knock on the door.

At the sudden noise, the two of us looked at each other at the same time, then turned to the door.

Just in time, a timid voice came from beyond the door.

“Sister, it’s me.
Are you sleeping?”

Alicia? What brings Alicia here, this late at night…

“Are you asleep?”

Another murmur followed.

The voice was trembling ever so subtly.

Wondering if something had happened, I hurriedly replied.

“No, I’m not asleep.
Give me a moment.”

The same time I answered, I hid the notebook in the drawer.

And, catching on quickly, Cassion was already headed towards the window.

“Rosetta,” he whispered.

When I turned to face him, I heard the sound of the window’s latch being opened.

The autumn night’s chill quickly flooded in.

Just as he came, he stood on the windowsill with the back against the evening sky.

The man, with his back to the moonlight, looked straight at me.

“Sleep tight.”

“You as well.”

Our goodbyes were short.

His body jumped back.

Before long, the window closed by itself.

And the drapes sank slowly.

The cold night air still lingered gently inside the room.

“…I told you not to make me worry.”

I muttered unconsciously to myself as I stared at the empty frame.

Soon, I turned away from the window.

Towards the door where Alicia was waiting.

Ka-chak.

When I opened the door, I saw Alicia hugging a pillow over her chest.

As our gazes met, Alicia smiled awkwardly while blinking her wide, doe eyes.

“Sister, can I… Can I sleep beside you tonight?”

She looked shy and anxious at the same time.