Honkai, Transmigrated as Otto, Path to Godhood. Author: Low-Dimensional Narrator
Synopsis:
Amid lines of pain and tragedy, who could deny a gray past?
Within the paradoxes of time and logic, who had stolen authority?
A chess game of clasped hands and changing turns guided every play;
The world was shrouded in a fear called coincidence,
Countless choices drifted toward the same fate.
I withered in eternity, humming and singing softly beneath civilization's adoration;
I spun a monstrous lie and made a god's blood fall from the heavens into the sea.
Divine Keys, Herrschers, Stigmata, Honkai...
"Every so-called gift has its price secretly marked upon it, Otto Apocalypse."
"You're right. But my creditor... will not appear."
P.S. The synopsis is just pretending to be serious. This book is also known as "Kaslana: NTR in the Same Hall," "Little Sirin, I'm Your Daddy," "Granddaughters Are Meant to Be Tricked," "Pressing Down the Previous Civilization Aunties"...
The Ever-Changing Maiden, Void Archives
"Hey! Look what I found! A time pseudo-crystal with self-awareness!"
A cheerful voice rang through the chaotic world. Along with it, a humanoid phantom stepped before the screen, pinching a cyan crystal between its fingers.
"Looks like something from another dimension is influencing the Imaginary Tree."
The phantom chuckled softly, then lightly pinched with an organ resembling fingers.
"Hehe, the power of a thousand Captains, transcendent authority surpassing the Imaginary Tree... whose game is this, I wonder?"
A god's gaze fell upon the leaf tugged by transparent threads.
"How interesting."
It extended black tentacles.
Poor world... How could a projection beyond the Imaginary Tree fail to make the seekers beneath it covet it?
December 23, 2013, Schicksal Headquarters.
"Lord Bishop, what are your orders?"
"Nothing, Amber. Let me speak with my old friend alone for a while."
Amber looked puzzled at Otto Apocalypse, the smiling Archbishop of Schicksal.
"Understood, Lord Bishop."
She set down the prepared red wine, gently closed the door, and took away the game console displaying Kallen Fantasy.
"You should have spoken up just now, Otto."
After Amber left, a phantom appeared in the room. On closer inspection, it looked exactly like the Otto in the room.
"That would have suited your hopeless-romantic persona better."
"I think," Otto, seated beside the table, said as his smile dimmed slightly, "someone whose secretary cuts back his game budget wouldn't care about such a trivial matter as 'having his game console taken away.'"
Yeah, right.
If he had not just transmigrated and therefore dared not act rashly, Otto snorted inwardly. He would definitely have shown Void Archives what it meant to have a secretary do the work when there was work to do!
Yes, he was not the original Otto from Honkai Impact 3rd or Honkai Impact 2nd. He was a Honkai fanfic writer who had just transmigrated here.
Who knew touching an old book would let it invade his brain and then inexplicably send him through time?!
And... of all people, why had he transmigrated into Otto Apocalypse, the pure-love warrior and intellectual face of the Current Era?!
The Archbishop of Schicksal whom he had spammed with "Go die, damn Otto!" while watching "Final Lesson"?
The Otto he always cursed whenever he felt sorry for Kiana going from a Kiana to a Kiana?
The old pure-love bastard who had left him silent for a long time when Thus Spoke Apocalypse was released?
He had even written in some comment section that if he ever truly transmigrated into the Honkai world, he would pour a drink before Otto's grave, then smash the glass against the tombstone!
Why had he transmigrated into him?!
This...
Had I finally become what I hated most?
The transmigrated Otto shook his head. The turmoil in his heart quickly subsided, and every other emotion was temporarily suppressed.
Now was not the time to dwell on it. Even if he lacked Otto's intelligence, he still had to grit his teeth and preserve his own life. For example...
"Void Archives," he said calmly, "I'm glad you can remain so composed."
First, he had to bluff his way past Void Archives.
He put on an act, trying to imitate Otto while deliberately revealing certain flaws in his expressions, bearing, and movements.
Otto knew that transmigration was probably—no, definitely—impossible to hide from Void Archives.
He and she had truly fought and killed each other for five hundred years, from the death of Kallen's father until Otto became a false god and went to the Imaginary Tree to reverse all things.
In A Post-Honkai Odyssey, she had even worn Otto's appearance and spoken in Otto's voice.
Perhaps the Otto-Kallen pairing was the officially ordained canon, but Otto-Void fans were clearly the biggest winners!
So, she had definitely already realized that someone else now occupied this body.
But that was not such a major problem. Void Archives had no loyalty whatsoever toward that man—on the contrary, she had always wanted to seize Otto's body.
Thinking of this, the current Otto immediately realized—after he had "possessed" the body, why had Void Archives not seized control of it herself?
Was his soul powerful, or had some cheat power attached itself to him? Or... was she afraid that once his consciousness dissipated, the original owner would return?
The man tugged at the corner of his mouth. He would not consider the former for now; he did not dare be overconfident about such things.
As for the latter... that fear definitely existed.
Then he had to make good use of that fear—
Threatening self-destruction? The man thought of it immediately, but quickly set it aside. It was not because he feared death; it was simply that this method could obviously only be used once.
If he truly played that trump card, he would first need to make some preparations so the benefits gained from such a threat could be maximized. Of course, he could not delay too long either. The longer he waited, the less useful any reward he gained would become.
What he wanted now was merely peaceful coexistence with Void Archives. That benefit was not worth threatening death over.
But if he did not consider that method for now, Otto, who had only just transmigrated and was alone with Void Archives, had no bargaining chips...
Then he would have to do everything possible to subtly deepen the gap in her understanding and her fear through words, while guiding her toward thoughts that fear would produce—thoughts beneficial to him.
That way, she would subconsciously help the current Otto, and when his life was threatened, he could gain even more benefits from it.
The man clenched his fist and spoke evenly:
"Of course I am Otto Apocalypse, the current Archbishop of Schicksal."
"Oh, my old friend," Void Archives said with a smug expression, "let me guess. Are you about to say that you merely lost part of your memory data, which is why you seem somewhat different from before?"
Good idea.
Otto's "pupils contracted," and he "gasped":
"You..."
His tone rose slightly, but he quickly "pretended to regain his composure."
"My old friend, you truly understand my heart."
Hehe. Void Archives sneered inwardly. How could Otto possibly lose his composure like that? This little cuckoo occupying another's nest might have inherited some of Otto's memories and understood him fairly well, but in truth...
Tsk, tsk. Unworthy of the position, blessed with fortune but fated for none!
"So what did you lose?"
Since he wanted to play Otto, Void Archives did not mind playing along.
At least... this Otto before her seemed less difficult to deal with than the previous one.
"I lost... the memories of spending every day with Kallen Kaslana. Then I watched the entire process from a third-person perspective."
Otto pressed a hand to his chest, putting on a slightly bewildered and helpless expression.
"I cannot accept why I was so stubborn before, nor do I wish to return to that deranged state."
Oh, oh, oh?
She knew this scene!
Void Archives had followed Otto for five hundred years. Among everything she had seen and heard, people of this type...
Had been everywhere since ancient times!
Void Archives revealed a sly smile. With a turn of her body, she transformed into Kallen Kaslana. Her sky-blue eyes gleamed, while her long, pale, smooth legs were exposed to the air.
"So you no longer have any interest in this body?"
Void Archives, transformed into Kallen, walked before Otto and bent at the waist to meet his gaze. Her lowered collar allowed the man to see soft, rounded snowy rabbits, while her pale fingers lightly hooked beneath Otto's chin.
"Could you say that again, Ot-to A-po-ca-lypse?"
She used Kallen's synthesized voice.
Otto's breath caught. Though he was not the previous Otto Apocalypse, though the figure before him was only virtual...
But she was so good at this!
Naturally, the transmigrated Otto quickly recovered, then deliberately allowed a trace of greed to flicker through his eyes.
Not affection as pure as a mirror, nor the obsession to bring her back.
Rather... humanity's original, most fundamental, most savage desire.
Reproduction.
"Look, what do I see?" Void Archives spoke as though she had discovered some priceless treasure. "My goodness, Otto Apocalypse, lonely for five hundred years, actually feels lust for me, an artificial intelligence?"
"I do not." Otto answered with feigned calmness, his chest rising and falling slightly.
"Ah, yes, that's right, you have no worldly desire for me," Void Archives said, watching Otto's heaving chest with a smile that showed everything was under her control. "Not for me, this artificial intelligence, but... for her."
"But... what about this?"
Void Archives snapped her fingers and transformed into Yae Sakura, with pink hair and fox ears, her alluring eyes filled with seduction.
The previous bishop would never have entertained even the slightest thought about the pink-haired fox who had cuckolded him. Yet the man's gaze became unfocused for a moment before he seemed to remember his identity and prepared to lose his temper.
"You?!..."
But before he could "fly into a rage," Void Archives spun around once more.
"What about this, my dear Lord Bishop?"
Rita Rossweisse...
A woman whose every feature, aside from her slightly shorter hair, danced perfectly upon his preferences!
But the real black-stockinged maid was already his. Who would still want an illusion like her?
Otto laughed inwardly, but outwardly, he still cooperatively froze before preparing to speak. Just as expected, Void Archives interrupted him again:
"And what about... this?"
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