Transmigrated as a Ghost

Marcus followed behind Sato as the other transmigrator led him to a private room where they could speak.

Once the door was closed and he had activated a magic device that would prevent any eavesdropping Sato opened his mouth and began the conversation.

"From your appearance, I'm guessing that you are a reincarnation rather than a transmigration like me. Unless people on Earth have started being born with platinum hair and purple eyes."

From Sato's point of view, the way Marcus looked was outside the realm of possibility for anyone on Earth unless they dyed their hair and put in colored contacts.

However, Marcus' hair and eye color changing from how they were back on Earth was from his race being changed to an Unbound Ghost.

"Actually, I am a transmigration. My hair and eye color are like this for other reasons. It's a big world and things happen." Marcus said, staying intentionally vague. He had just met Sato, and just because they were both from Earth did not mean he was going to spill his secrets immediately.

"I see. And here I had been hoping that you might have been a Japanese person like me." Sato responded, his tone slightly melancholic.

Still, he only let his disappointment show for a moment. They may not have been from the same country, but that did not change the fact that both of them were from Earth.

"Ah, I just realized, I know your name since your pretty famous as the leader of an adamantine party, but you I haven't introduced myself yet." Marcus said. "It's nice to meet ya, the name's Marcus Ferrous.

After introducing himself in a friendly and causal manner, Marcus waited for Sato's reply.

Except instead of answering right away, several different expressions passed through Sato's face incredibly quickly. It was pretty unsettling for Marcus to watch since the first one was clear hostility.

Nevertheless, Sato's face turned into a mask devoid of any emotions and he picked up their conversation as if nothing was wrong.

"Yes, it is a pleasure. As you already know, my name is Tachibana Sato, though, everyone in this world calls me Sato Tachibana or just Sato. I've been here a long time, so there's no need for you to worry about adhering to the culture of our old world."

With introductions out of the way, the two of them went through topics just about any transmigrations or reincarnations would when meeting with another. Such things as how old they were when they died, where they were from, and how long they had been on Mirrion.

"I can't believe that you have not even been here for a decade. I'm over two hundred years old but you're already nearly as strong as I am. It almost makes me feel like the effort I've put in has been lacking heavily." Sato said in a slight self-deprecating manner.

"No, that's definitely not true. I'm only this strong because of some lucky encounters, and either getting dragged into incredibly dangerous battles, or sometimes charging headlong into them. There have been several times that I have ended up being very close to death." Marcus said, trying to make Sato feel better.

Unfortunately, this did not seem to work. Although Marcus was not trying to cause any friction, Sato was unable to hide some of his envy. It had taken him over two centuries to get where he currently was, but Marcus had nearly caught up in less than a decade. This would be disheartening for just about anyone.

Nevertheless, he pushed down any sense of jealousy to not cause any unnecessary tension. There was one thing he truly wished to ask Marcus.

"I understand that this might be a bit of a heavy question to ask since we just met, but as another person from Earth, I want to know your opinion on this subject. What do you think of this world called Mirrion?"

Taken aback, Marcus had not expected to be presented with such a question.

For a few minutes there was compete silence as Marcus seriously thought about the topic. He could tell from the serious look on Sato's face that a half-assed answer would not be acceptable.

"Overall, I would have to say that I like this world. There have been hard times, but I'm having fun most of the time and enjoying my life with people I care about. There are some strange things that popup every now and then that I still have difficulty wrapping my head around, however, I try not to get hung up on the unexplainable."

After hearing Marcus' honest feelings, Sato looked disappointed. Clearly, he had not received the answer he wanted.

"It seems that I was not quite specific enough." Sato said, a scowl on his face. "Don't you find this world to be nonsensical? People from Earth have been here for centuries, yet technology has not rapidly advanced. There are no cars, no trains, not even hot air balloons!"

Having it blatantly laid out before him, Marcus finally understood where Sato was coming from. There certainly were some things that seemed off about the world if one thought about how many people from Earth had arrived on Mirrion. Surely at least one person would have attempted to recreate certain technologies from their past life.

Even though Boreas had founded his own nation, more advanced technologies like cars and planes had never popped up. In fact, something like electricity and tools it could power were absent as well.

Still, this world had many things that Earth did not. The most glaring difference being magic.

While they weren't widespread, there were teleportation circles that could transport people across great distances in a single moment. Also with his forge skill, Marcus could create things that honestly outstripped any of the technology on Earth.

Honestly there were many things on Mirrion that worked better than similar things on Earth.

Of course, most of the highly advanced magical tools were only used by those born into privileged families, or the people that rose up to a high enough level to earn a prestigious position.

"Okay, I get what you mean now, but isn't that just because magic takes the place of the things you mentioned? What are you really getting at?"