Honkai, Transmigrating into Otto, Path to Godhood

Black silk stockings, long legs, absolute territory, silver hair, black armor, gentle and wifeable...

Was that Cecilia Schariac—the one he regretted never pulling from the gacha in his past life?

But Otto's gaze suddenly turned strange:

Why was the last one a housewife?

Sure, he did like Cecilia... but she was already dead... killed by his predecessor, no less.

Oh right, there were clones of her somewhere...

No way! If he kept thinking like that, he'd achieve the miracle of finishing a chapter in one book!

"Because if Otto had grown tired of the original Kallen," Void Archives said, as if reading Otto's thoughts, using Cecilia's synthesized voice, "maybe he'd develop an interest in a Kallen with a different personality~"

Chapter 2: From Now On, I Am Otto

Ah, well...

Come to think of it, both were saints, both loved humanity, both were the face of Schicksal at the time, both were nurtured by Otto, and their values were very similar... Cecilia really did overlap with Kallen in several attributes.

And the parts where Cecilia differed from Kallen... seemed to suit his tastes quite well...

If a man got tired of cleaning up after a naive, sweet dumpling like Kallen, wanting to push the jade-like hips of a gentle, homey silver-haired saint didn't seem like much of a problem...

Hmm...

Was this also a kind of pure love? Did he always love white hair?

Otto's soul blazed up before being extinguished. He stared expressionlessly at Void Archives' version of Cecilia Schariac.

But Void Archives thought she had figured out the nature of the Otto before her.

Arrogant, self-righteous, greedy, lecherous—that was the sum total of this new Otto.

—This was perfect!

An Otto weakened on all fronts!

She, Void Archives, was finally going to escape her suffering!

If she couldn't handle the old schemer of five hundred years, couldn't she at least fool this young punk?

Hehehe, she was invincible this time!

Cecilia-skinned Void Archives brought her pink lips close to Otto's ear, gently blowing. Only when the tips of his ears turned red did she speak softly:

"Remember to keep it up, don't get caught. After all, the old Otto scared me too."

"We can join hands, spin a lie, make the world our hunting ground, and then each take what we need."

"Alright, good luck, little Otto. Hope you fool everyone. When it's done, I can be whatever form you want~"

With that, Void Archives blew into Otto's ear once more, then dissolved into white mist and vanished.

"Heh."

The moment Void Archives left, Otto instantly regained his composure, fingers tapping idly on the table.

Speaking of... did all Herrschers have a pufferfish phase? Even Herrscher cores weren't exempt?

Sure, he was a pervert, but as a man with 10GB of videos on his computer, if he wanted to hide it, he wouldn't let that much emotion show.

But... why hide it?

Wasn't it fun watching a fool think she'd found his weakness?

Better yet, let her think she could control him, let her go out of her way to help him adapt to this Honkai world, cleverly eliminate all unfavorable factors, and even go further to set him up, all so that when she was sure the old Otto was dead, she could have him completely—

Only for him to flip the script at the last moment, take her seven times in and out while she stared in shock, looking like a defeated waifu, dazedly muttering, "Lord Otto is amazing~"

Wow, that would be just perfect, my dear Void Archives!

After tricking Void Archives into his corner, Otto's next consideration was how to mimic Otto's mannerisms down to the smallest gesture.

That was a bit tricky, since it tied directly to his future survival.

Should he... strike first?

A plan quickly formed in Otto's mind: put Amber into hibernation, tell everyone that he'd messed up again, and a clone had tried to assassinate him before fleeing Schicksal, with Amber taking the blow for him...

No.

Asking for too much at once would lead to some sorrow.

Walking the tightrope could only be saved for the final step.

To stage this murder, he'd need to involve quite a few people. If even one sensed something off, his life would be in danger.

After all, no matter what clues appeared, they might assume the real Overseer was the one on the run, and he was just a clone pretending to be the victim.

His first move couldn't be such a clumsy trick.

Amber couldn't go offline. The upheaval it would cause was too great.

And more importantly, he didn't want to personally clean up the documents from every continent.

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but sigh. Being Otto was fine, but why couldn't he have been sent to his childhood to take things slow?

A non-simp Otto—couldn't he easily win over little Kallen, who was already his fiancée?

He'd have Kallen clinging to him like a little bird in no time, with Yae Sakura as a dowry!

But hey, a rookie plays with a new account. If you pick up a server-first account, everyone knows the player's changed!

After all, not everyone is Cecilia—she hadn't played long before she could break Otto's five-hundred-year-trained game records!

Besides, once recognized, as the Archbishop of Schicksal, he'd have to fight the Honkai...

So what should he do...

Otto helplessly pressed his forehead, but the moment his arm touched it, his brow inexplicably twitched.

What was this?

Otto wasn't one to be easily startled, but he still had to worry.

After all, this time, he was in his most original flesh, not Soul Steel.

After resurrection, who knew whether he or the original would wake up again.

He wasn't keen on dying just yet, so he had to be extremely cautious.

The brow issue... what caused it?

He calmed his mind, probing the painful spot with his thoughts.

After a long investigation, he suddenly widened his eyes, full of surprise.

In his brow was a self-contained space, and at its center... was that ancient book that had sent him through time?!

A stream of information transmitted from the book in his brow to Otto's brain, shifting his expression from surprise to delight.

This ancient book... could actually alter the past!!!

So the thing that sent me through time wasn't ordinary!

This book was called the Book of Void, possessing a certain ability to distort time.

Using certain individuals as anchors, it connected the past and present, altering the fuzzy time points around that person, thereby affecting known reality.

For example, the original's long-cherished wish to revive Kallen—he could simply take Kallen as an anchor, go back five hundred years, and tamper with the history of Kallen's death.

This cheat... was absolutely fantastic!

Though it couldn't directly grant him immense power... as long as he operated it properly, he would be allowed anything in this world!

Otto stretched, feeling a sense of confidence for the first time since his transmigration.

And just as the tension in his heart eased a little, surging thoughts made him unable to control his emotions. The fear he had forcibly suppressed since transmigration split his head with pain.

But his well-honed skill at disguise kept him sitting properly in his chair, making no major movements—only his back trembling slightly as he let out a low laugh.

"Hahaha... chaotic time... disordered fate... fools who think themselves wise... tools to overturn the past... haha, hahahaha..."

A tear dripped from the corner of Otto's eye, whether from empathy or sympathy.

But the corners of his mouth were raised high, fixed in a gleefully exaggerated smile.

False god, oh false god—who would've thought that even you, scheming for five hundred years, your mind full of the obsession to revive Kallen, all your efforts in the end wouldn't match a single page of this book?

How absurd and laughable reality is, twisted and cruel—you gave everything for that so-called Saintess, yet in my hands, it's so easily denied?

Hahaha...

Heh.

Otto vented his emotions, gradually calming down. He raised the wine glass on the table, gazing through the rippling light at the midday sun, which wasn't warm, his face solemn.

After a long moment, he curled his lips into a smile and turned the glass upside down.

"To Otto Apocalypse."

Then, with a "clatter," the glass fell, shattering on the ground.

From now on, I am Otto.

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Chapter 3: Cecilia Schariac

"Who should I use as an anchor, and which fuzzy time points should I change..."

Otto analyzed and understood the information given by the Book of Void while pondering candidates.

Though the Book of Void hadn't stated it, from the transmitted information, it still had some limitations.

At the very least, this ability to alter the past didn't completely ignore the rules of the Imaginary Tree.

The results of this limitation currently seemed to be fourfold:

1. Small trends could be changed, but major trends were hard to alter;

2. He couldn't move beyond a hundred meters from the anchor;

3. Relying on the Book of Void's own recovery ability, it could only be used once a month;

4. There exist "temporarily" unchangeable fixed points in time.

"Can't completely ignore the rules... but what if I mastered them?"

Otto clicked his tongue, immediately spotting the loophole in the information.

"Furthermore, altering the timeline... is the future plot part of the timeline? In that case, can I..."

Thoughts surged forth in an instant, but unfortunately... there was no time to prepare just yet.

He had to first find a way to protect himself within the modifications, then pursue other goals.

For now, the most obvious use of the Book of Void was to bring the dead back to the living world, solidifying his foundation.

So... who should he save first?

That was the question.

Otto pondered suitable candidates, sketching them out in his mind.

On the surface, the most reliable first step would be to revive Kallen. That way, even if the original owner awakened, he should have no complaints.

But he scoffed at the idea.

He remembered a friend once telling him while drunk that a boss's ambition was always inflated by his enterprise.

As long as a man didn't die, his desires would roll like a boulder down a mountain—the longer it rolled, the greater the impact when it hit the ground.

Let alone Otto.

A man by that name wasn't worth trusting.

That's right. He thought the same of himself.