Griffin Family, Stewie's bedroom.
Following the infant into this ordinary infant's room, Chris looked around curiously.
In the cartoon, Chris knew that this ordinary room hid many secrets.
Just like Grandpa Rick's garage and Phineas and Ferb's backyard, Stewie Griffin also had his own secret base.
As the infant activated a mechanism, a doorway opened in the wall, and then a futuristic secret base appeared in this ordinary room.
Looking at the magical space expansion technology before him, Chris chose not to delve into how it was achieved, but simply followed the infant's footsteps inside.
After all, in such a nonsensical cartoon world, nothing was surprising.
As Chris stepped into the infant's secret base, the original entrance closed again, and the room reverted to an ordinary infant's room.
The infant, upon entering her secret base, did not immediately rush to ask Chris what he knew.
She unhurriedly walked to her monitoring platform and sat on her small stool.
As the stool rose to Chris's height, the infant pressed a button on the platform, then gave a charmingly evil smile.
She shouted, "Stewie Griffin! Tell me your origins!"
Immediately, various long and short guns, along with infrared rays, appeared around Chris.
"Woah, woah! What kind of technology is this? How are all these things stacked together? Can they actually still be used normally?"
Looking at the guns around him, Chris was not panicked; he admired the circle of weapons as if appreciating flowers.
He even asked the infant with great interest.
Seeing Chris in this state, the infant sighed slightly, feeling a bit bored, then pressed the button again, and these things were magically retracted.
"It seems you still possess some traits of my elder brother; you're as idiotic as ever!
However, I still hope you can be more rational and tell me what exactly you are? Are you from Heaven or Hell, or some other chaotic dimension?"
Seeing the infant put away the weapons, Chris's face instinctively showed a look of regret.
But that was immediately followed by fear; the Transmigrator's soul still couldn't accept such a reckless personality.
It seemed Chris's body's instincts still held a certain sway; after all, he had genuinely wanted to understand the principles behind those things.
He had seen that the tails of many guns were connected, without magazines or firing mechanisms, just like the sudden appearance of numerous firearms in Tom and Jerry cartoons.
However, hearing the infant's question, Chris's face froze. What was that?
Heaven? Hell? Did this world have such things?
He recalled the Transmigrator's memories and found that this world actually seemed to have such things.
God seemed to have made an appearance, but the God of this world also seemed quite beastly.
The infant clearly took him for some mysterious entity in this world, believing that they had taken over Chris's body.
Thinking of this, Chris understood the infant's general idea.
He said seriously, "None of the above. I am a Transmigrator. I don't know if the novels and animations in your world have developed similar concepts. If not, you can understand it as an extraterrestrial demon."
Facing Chris's honest answer, a strange expression flashed across the infant's face.
She really hadn't expected this unknown entity to tell the truth.
The devils she had caught before were never so honest; they not only tried to trick her soul with sweet words but also constantly made various small moves.
Even those monsters who called themselves angels were all arrogant.
None of them were like this guy.
Like... simple? Or foolish?
Forget it, whatever!
The infant thought indifferently, her many preparations were wasted, and so much of her energy was expended for nothing.
Heaven knows how she convinced rupert to spend two hours every day completing these preparations.
But she hadn't expected this guy to be so easy to deal with!
However, despite thinking this, the infant would not believe a one-sided story; she still had to check.
Turning to open her monitoring system, she found no signs of Chris lying, and only then did the infant begin to search for the information Chris had mentioned.
"Hmm! Let me see... Transmigrator, right? I remember recording relevant information in the Multiverse!"
Chris watched the infant hunched over an instrument panel he didn't understand, muttering incredibly informative words.
Pondering how to save his own life, Chris prepared to walk over and see what the infant was up to.
But just as he lifted his bulky body, Chris saw the surrounding guns instantly appear, then aimed at him again.
At this moment, the infant's pure, baby-like English slowly came, "Hmm, darling! Before I confirm your identity, please don't move, okay? I don't want to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings and then break my older brother's body; that would leave him without a complete corpse!"
Looking at the cold cannons emanating chill around him, Chris nervously swallowed, then raised his hands to show he meant no harm, and quietly lowered his raised right leg.
But the infant acted as if nothing had happened; after giving her warning, she continued to lean over and search, only this time she didn't put away the weapons.
Time slowly passed until Chris's cold sweat accumulated into a puddle on the ground, and only then did the infant sigh in relief.
"Aha, finally found it!"
Her tiny body erupted with astonishing strength, her hands slapping the metal control panel with a thunderous sound, startling Chris and making him drip a few more drops of sweat.
"Reincarnators, Main God Space, Paradise... Oh, it's this!
Transmigrators, time-space travelers from other worlds, generally divided into body transmigration and soul transmigration, usually possess extremely high time-space affinity, able to easily travel to parallel universes, and even other multiverses."
The infant's small hand slowly slid across the holographic projection, but the information displayed on it once again made the Transmigrator tremble with fear.
How was this little devil even more exaggerated than she appeared in the cartoon!
How did she even know about things like the Main God Space? Could this be a world that some big shot had modified?
Or did family guy just add these elements after I transmigrated?
The Transmigrator's consciousness within Chris's body became restless, and the machine constantly monitoring the soul in this body issued an alarm at the opportune moment, which also startled Stewie, who was focused on checking the information.
His oval-shaped large head squinted at the Transmigrator, then revealed an 'evil' smile.
But to the Transmigrator, this smile looked a bit like someone straining with constipation, clenching their teeth.
However, this was clearly something the infant could not know.
And the soul-monitoring instrument apparently lacked the function to analyze consciousness fluctuations, so the infant drove her high stool to Chris, smiling as she patted Chris's shoulder and said, "Shall we discuss the cost of you using my older brother's body? Trust me, I'll give you a fair price!"
Seeing this little runt imitating the Godfather, the Transmigrator cooperated with the performance at the right time.
"Of course, sir!"
He lifted the infant's right hand that was patting his shoulder, and lowered his head, about to kiss it.
But before Chris's greasy big mouth could touch her, the infant recoiled her right hand as if electrocuted, then vigorously shook it, as if it had been contaminated with something dirty.
"Woah! You really don't have to be so true to the original!"