This was ridiculous. He was a multiversal-level being, someone who could toy with infinite worlds with a flick of his hand—yet he couldn't read a normal person's memory?
The more you try to stop me, the more I want to see. With that thought, Aha clenched his little hand and grabbed Otto, then began refining him on the spot.
Divine Power of Joy!
He finally managed to crack open a small portion of Otto's memory. Aha dove in without hesitation, diving deep into Otto's mind.
But as he went further, Aha's smile suddenly froze.
He saw that, in the dead of night, that damned Otto had once performed the full process of making a Beijing chicken wrap with soda douzhi... in front of one of his masks.
How should he put it… That mask looked very familiar. Wait a damn second—wasn't that him?
What the hell?!
Our Aha instantly threw out a big fat question mark.
This was too abstract!
And then—he burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"Hahahahaha! This is hilarious! Absolutely hilarious! Someone actually did that to me!"
"Aha has made a decision—Aha shall make you my Messenger!"
Come on, someone this entertaining? No way he could just let him die!
He had wandered the multiverse for so long, and finally—finally—he had found his ultimate source of amusement.
Looking at Aha and all those masks, Otto clearly realized what was happening.
NO! NO! NO!
Otto screamed inwardly, utterly rejecting the idea. Are you kidding me? You think I don't know what happened to your last Messenger, that poor bug?
Anyone who's played Star Rail knows—being Aha's Messenger? Not even a dog would take that job.
But did Otto have any room to refuse?
He was just an ordinary guy. He couldn't do anything!
A wave of helplessness surged in his heart. He knew: to be Aha's Messenger was to meet a tragic end—or worse, become someone's endless joke.
He forced a bitter smile. Honestly? Maybe becoming a Herta puppet would be better. At least then he might meet a Trailblazer and… do Trailblazer things.
Wait—definitely Star, not Caelus. He wanted the cute girl version.
...Though Caelus might not be that bad either.
Wait a minute—what the hell was he thinking about at a time like this?
Get a grip, Otto!
But reality was cruel. Otto was just a regular human. Even if he snapped out of it, what could he do? He had no power to resist Aha.
Being fully aware would only make his suffering clearer. Might as well stay clueless.
His refusal was so insignificant here, like a breeze that could be blown away in an instant.
"That's no longer up to you," Aha's voice rang out again, this time firm and final.
As soon as he finished speaking, Otto felt a formless power gathering above him.
He looked up and saw the floating masks slowly being drawn together, forming a massive invisible hand.
The hand was made entirely of masks, each with a different expression—some laughing, some crying, some furious, some terrified. Yet no matter what, they all wore a smile.
A furious smile, a crying smile, a terrified smile—yeah, this was getting real abstract.
The sight was downright creepy.
Looking at those masks, Otto actually felt a laugh bubbling up. So this was the power of an Aeon?
You sure you're not some eldritch god?
The invisible hand slowly reached for Otto. Though it had no form, it carried an overwhelming pressure. Otto tried to step back, but his feet were locked in place by the very fabric of space.
Then again—how could you walk when you're outside the multiverse? All you could do was float.
His heart pounded faster. Cold sweat dripped from his forehead. His breath turned shallow and erratic.
The hand came closer and closer. Otto could even feel the cold wind it carried, as if it were about to rip his soul out of his body.
He shut his eyes tightly. He didn't dare look. Despair flooded his heart—he knew there was no escaping Aha's grip.
But just then, at the most critical moment, a thought suddenly flashed through Otto's mind.
As a transmigrator, was this really how it ended? Was he just going to be dragged off by Aha?
No! He refused to accept it!
He refused to believe he didn't have a cheat power! Come out, my golden finger!
If you really exist, then protect me—take me out of here!
Because for some reason, back when he was talking to Aha, Otto had noticed something at the edge of his vision—
It looked like… words? From the author? But back then he was so focused on Aha that he didn't get a good look.
(Author: My dear boy, I won't let you become a joke.)
?
Wait—what the hell is this? What the hell does this mean?
Otto stared at the words that appeared at the corner of his vision, floating right before his eyes.
So he really had transmigrated into a novel? But never mind that—his cheat power was that he could talk to the author?
Otto didn't know what to say. Only one thing came to mind—unstoppable.
"Author Daddy! Save me!"
?
Even Aha was confused. Like—bro, you're just a normal dude. What power do you even have?
But then, strange ripples of energy started forming around Otto.
Something—something truly bizarre—seemed to be responding to him.
Otto felt an unusual shift in the air. Countless books began materializing out of thin air, swirling around him, glowing in hues of pink, yellow, and black.
Those lights wove together into a radiant curtain that wrapped tightly around Otto.
Aha's invisible hand tried to pierce the light—but couldn't.
The hand made of masks hovered at the edge of the barrier, but could not touch Otto.
Aha was stunned. He had never seen a power like this before. It didn't resemble any known magic, path, or technology.
Books, though? First thing that came to mind was knowledge. Could this be some unknown power of knowledge from another universe?
"This is… the power of knowledge?" Aha muttered to himself, uncertain.
He looked closely at the books. There were countless volumes, each glowing with its own light, each seemingly filled with boundless wisdom and secrets. Yet… there was something faintly disturbing about this knowledge.
But when Aha looked closer, he realized—these weren't ordinary books.
They were endless doujin books.
What the hell?!
Even Aha—after traveling across infinite multiverses—couldn't hold it together.
But what he saw now? This… this he had never seen before.
The covers were decorated with all sorts of bizarre images. Some had cute cartoon characters. Some were elaborate 3D renderings. Some featured deeply abstract plots.
He even saw Gojo Satoru's lower half molesting his own upper half. Who the hell drew that?
Otto stood there, surrounded by endless doujin books, and he felt a warmth and strength he had never known before.
He froze. Of all the cheat powers, of all the possible saviors—he never imagined he'd be saved by this.
So what the hell was wrong with the author? You made this my cheat ability?
You bastard!
BAKA YAROU!
(Author: ? Say that again. And have you no shame? You really think this is just a simple novel world?)
(Take a good look at those books.)