Upon hearing this, Otto took a closer look—and the moment he did, he was utterly shocked.
These books were so familiar. They were all ones he had read before. He remembered each of them clearly.
In that instant, these weren't just paper and ink. They were his friends, his guardians in this strange new world.
A tear slid silently down his cheek—tears of gratitude, of being deeply moved.
This was the bond between him and the doujinshi. This was the ultimate a pervert could achieve.
He took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. But when he saw Aha gathering power again, ready to strike, a surge of fury welled up inside him.
"Enough, Aha!" he shouted. "Stop underestimating the bond between me and my doujinshi!"
His voice echoed through the air with a strange kind of magic. The books seemed to hear his call, spinning around him faster and faster, glowing more brilliantly—as if responding to his resolve.
And then, the books began to transform. They formed into a massive pipi shrimp, its body composed entirely of doujin pages, each glowing with its own unique light.
This shrimp seemed alive. It turned its head, gazing gently at Otto with eyes made of books—as if inviting him to ride.
Otto didn't hesitate for a second. He stepped onto the shrimp's back, and once seated, he shouted, "Pipi shrimp, let's go!"
At that moment, he was like a warrior setting off for battle.
The pipi shrimp responded immediately, transforming into a strange beam of light, carrying Otto as it tore through countless worlds—moving so fast that even Aha couldn't keep up.
They darted across space and time, far outpacing Aha's pursuit.
As time passed, Otto felt exhaustion wash over him. His body and mind were stretched to their limits.
Lying on the back of the pipi shrimp, he slowly slipped into unconsciousness, falling into a deep sleep.
They drifted through infinite worlds and universes. Who knew how much time had passed?
And then, the endless doujin books began to change. Slowly, they abstracted, dissolving bit by bit into Otto's body.
The knowledge, stories, and emotions within the books became part of him, pulling him into a black, dreamlike world—false, yet real.
The books led Otto gently into this new world and constructed for him a brand-new physical form.
...
Watching Otto disappear completely, Aha didn't feel sadness. In fact, a smile once again crept across his face.
"Interesting. So very interesting. You… I'll find you. I will definitely find you."
Countless masks surrounded Aha, continuing to carry him across the endless multiverse.
Bored for who knows how many ages, Aha now had a grand new source of amusement.
He believed this fun was definitely worth looking forward to. And even though Otto had escaped, Aha had already left his mark.
That guy still carried Aha's power. He could still be observed.
Though he didn't know Otto's current location, it was only a matter of time before he moved again. Aha would find him eventually.
...
Morning light filtered through the dense forest deep in the mountains, dappled across the grass below.
On this peaceful patch of ground, Otto lay quietly. A soft pink glow radiated from his entire body, like dewdrops glistening in the morning mist. Slowly, the light gathered in his hands.
As the glow coalesced, the outline of a phone began to take shape.
This was no ordinary phone. Its lines were sleek, the material seemed woven from light and shadow, and it gave off an aura both mysterious and futuristic.
After all, this wasn't just any phone—it was formed from the power of infinite doujinshi. A pervy phone!
When the last shimmer of light faded into the device, it was fully formed, resting silently in Otto's hand.
At that moment, Otto slowly opened his eyes—and immediately felt like his vision was about to explode.
His hand was glowing. As the light gradually faded, Otto let out a sigh of relief. Thank god—it was just his hand.
If other things had started glowing, he would've totally lost it.
He would've had to start wondering if he'd eaten too much radioactive seafood.
Then he noticed—it wasn't his hand glowing at all. It was the phone now resting in his palm.
"Holy crap, scared the hell outta me,"
Otto yelped, tossing the phone away. No way was he holding onto a glowing phone—that thing was definitely going to explode.
He had just been resurrected and transmigrated. No way he was dying again by phone detonation.
The moment he saw the phone, a sharp pain stabbed through his brain. An endless flood of information poured in.
"UghghghghghghghahhhhhhHHHH!!!"
Information transfer always came with pain. Unfortunately, this time it was Otto on the receiving end—so it stank. Literally.
But hey, it was Otto. That's just how it went.
His screech, rank and loud, scared off any nearby hilichurls who had been looting the area. Honestly, even regular animals fled.
Otto's scream echoed through the morning forest, filled with power and fury—so intense, the very air trembled.
It wasn't just stinky—it carried a terrifying pressure that made any creature nearby feel like death was knocking.
Every living thing that heard it felt their butts clench in fear—as if they were about to get wrecked.
Slimes, hilichurls, wild beasts—none were spared. All bolted from the area.
Within a two-mile radius, no living creature remained—only Otto stood alone.
For a mere mortal to clear such a wide area on his own? That was unquestionably powerful. (serious face)
But the stench and scream didn't just disappear. They spread out, like an irresistible force, piercing through the forest and reaching far beyond.
The sound traveled... and someone heard it. Someone... interested.
That "someone" was none other than a blonde-haired Traveler and a floating white mascot, exploring the nearby forest.
They heard the scream. They smelled the stench.
Paimon's wide eyes sparkled with curiosity. The Traveler frowned slightly, clearly sensing something off about the sudden outburst of power.
"Traveler, should we go check it out?" Paimon's voice was filled with excitement. Clearly, she was thrilled by the idea of a new, mysterious adventure.
The Traveler hesitated. He didn't want to invite unnecessary trouble—but the stench was just too strong, too abnormal. "I was planning to say no, but it smells so bad… I think I have to look. If I don't, I might regret it for the rest of my life."
What choice did he have? If it were just any regular stink, he might've walked away. But this? This was beyond human comprehension.
He finally made up his mind—to investigate the source of this power.
The two immediately changed course and headed toward Otto's location.
And what about Otto?
He was still receiving data.
That earlier flood of info had wrecked him. He was still clutching his head in pain.
How to describe this pain…?
It was like sleeping peacefully, then suddenly getting bitten right on the balls by a mosquito.
That kind of sharp sting? That kind of twisted agony? Absolutely intolerable.
It took him a long while to recover. Once he did, he tried to organize the data in his mind—then a strange glint lit up in his eyes.
It was the shine of wisdom. A dazzling, dumb genius glow. Otto was starting to figure things out.
He widened his eyes and stared intently at the phone he'd tossed aside earlier.
He understood now. Even though he still didn't know what world he'd ended up in...