But there was one thing Otto could now be certain of—this phone was his golden finger. And this cheat power… was terrifying beyond belief.
His phone could infinitely duplicate. Right now, Otto could only pray this wasn't the SCP universe. If it was, the Foundation would be coming to contain him any moment now.
A phone that could infinitely split? That was top-tier gear, no doubt.
Sure, there was a cooldown—he could only split a few hundred to a thousand phones per day—but that was already strong enough. Against regular enemies? He had nothing to fear.
If this was a world of swords and magic, and he ran into a few goblins? Easy. Just summon a thousand phones and crush them. No mercy.
Phone summoning power—OP as hell!
Maybe he should call himself… the Phone Emperor?
Whatever. First things first, pick the phone back up. And as a die-hard shut-in, Otto honestly couldn't imagine how he'd survive without a phone.
These things hadn't just carried him through countless worlds—they had become power, fusing into his body, even understanding what he needed in this new world.
Now, someone might say: "How can you be so sure this phone has a bond with you?"
After all, a golden finger is just a system. Anyone could've gotten it. Maybe you just got lucky.
To that, Otto laughed on the spot. Let me ask—when a normal person opens their phone, do the first things they see on the home screen happen to be a pink app and Heaven?
But this phone? The moment it turned on, there they were—only two apps on the home screen: the pink one and Heaven.
What kind of person's phone looks like that? Nobody's. Nobody except Otto's.
And to top it off, the lock screen wallpaper? Little Nahida in white thigh-highs.
What else was there to say?
Anyone else would've seen this and blurted out: "Holy sh*t, Otto!"
According to the information flooding his mind, Otto began to grasp the truth. Earth—his original world—was actually the source world.
All those endless novels, anime, and games? They were all real. As for why they showed up on Earth as fiction—
It was due to information contamination. Earth had received signals from other worlds, and those signals infected human minds.
In the end, the histories of those worlds were turned into anime, games, novels—even memes and fan edits.
The origin of Otto's cheat echoed in his mind.
It was a man, his whole body glowing with pink light—and Otto could clearly sense that man had the same name: Otto.
That man had broken free from all fate—and then went out to seek amusement. After all, in an infinite multiverse with no other versions of himself, he was the one and only across the cosmos.
But… just in case another version of himself ever appeared, he wasn't petty. He left behind a golden finger—but it could only be activated by someone exactly like him.
Someone with the same kind of brilliance (perversion), and the same kind of uprightness (abstract values).
And guess what? Our Otto inherited it without issue—proving exactly what kind of person he was inside.
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Slander! This is slander, brothers!
Otto immediately protested—but ultimately gave up.
In this moment, let us celebrate: the heir to the infinite power of doujinshi has been born!
The King of Doujinshi—Otto!
Otto stared intently at the phone. He could clearly feel it—within those two apps were endless, beautiful new images. Comics any man would love.
A single tear slid down Otto's cheek. Don't worry, senpai.
I'll take good care of the treasure you left behind.
Because yes—this power didn't just include the stuff Otto himself had seen. It even included all the classic materials that his predecessor had browsed.
What a great man—he left behind such abundant resources. Calling him "Father" wouldn't even be an exaggeration.
The first Otto born from the infinite multiverse—no doubt, he was the real deal.
So… the question remained. Who are you, man?
With that thought, Otto looked forward—yes, now he was really curious. Who exactly was this so-called "author"?
Because if his golden finger didn't come from the author, then what was the point of having an author? Just get rid of him.
(Author: Oh? Try guessing how that Otto achieved transcendence.)
(Technically speaking, I'm the first perverted Otto. That guy's the second. But it seems I don't have any strong powers. I can only support you.)
(Or rather, I am the author. I can influence the story… just not too much.)
"Oh, I see. So you're useless. Trash. Get lost. You call yourself an author? Letting me meet Aha right at the start?"
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Oh? That's how you wanna play it?
At that moment, in another universe, the author—currently typing away—was directly laughing out of sheer rage. What a little bastard. Truly worthy of being my protagonist. Definitely a keeper.
You know you're speechless when all you can do is laugh.
(Author: Fine. But what if I write a scene where you get castrated and then gang-used by a bunch of guys? You get what I'm saying?)
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Bro… aren't you going a bit too far?
Otto instantly panicked. Holy crap. This author…
"Come on, man, that kind of scene would never get past moderation. Don't do that! Readers would be disgusted! They'd stop reading!"
(Author: That's fine. Even if no readers read it—you've still got me, your author. I'll read it on your behalf.)
(Besides, what if I make you into a cat-eared loli… and then have things happen? Are you sure readers wouldn't eat that up?)
(Otto loli content—are you really sure you wouldn't look?)
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Shit. Modern readers… kinda would be into that.
Otto was doomed. He could even feel himself starting to want to see it. Damn it! This author is born evil!
Even though he was fantasizing about strangling the author, on the surface, he quickly dropped to his knees.
"Author Daddy, you know me best! I've always been loyal and devoted to you! Admiring you is practically my entire personality!"
Otto said, groveling with a big fake smile, eyes gleaming with flattery.
"Aiyaa, I can't believe such vulgar and beastly words just now actually came out of my mouth! Wait a second… we encountered that Joyful Aeon earlier, right? It has to be his fault!"
Otto's expression instantly darkened. His brows furrowed so tightly they looked like they could crush a fly.
"Yes, that damn Aeon clearly influenced me—that's why I spoke such blasphemous things to you! Hmph! That damn bastard! Next time I see him, I'll beat him to a pulp! Skin him alive!"
Otto grew more and more animated, waving his fists, slamming his chest with angry thuds.
His face twisted with fury, as if he could already see the Joyful Aeon writhing in agony beneath his wrath. In his mind, it had already become a foregone conclusion.
Meanwhile, far away in the infinite multiverse, Aha—still leisurely searching for Otto—was speechless.
Seriously? You're blaming everything on me now?
Looks like this little funball needs a bit of discipline. When he grows up, I'm definitely gonna… re-educate him.
But Otto knew none of this.
He still naively believed he had fully escaped Aha.