"Don't worry, I will never change my mind."
Su Mo, unaware of her thoughts, responded firmly.
"My dream is to live a peaceful life like a plant. Adventuring is not for me at all."
That was a lie.
Men remain boys at heart until they die.
Of course, Su Mo also longed for adventure, battles, and beautiful women.
However, he was well aware that with his aptitude, it was impossible to level up like the protagonist Bell in the original story, skyrocketing like a rocket.
After all, even though he was a transmigrator, he didn't have any cheats.
No awakened magic, and his talent was utterly ordinary.
As for godlike golden fingers, divine artifacts, or system assistance—he hadn't seen a single trace of them.
An adventurer without protagonist-level plot armor, if they tried to follow Bell's path, would only end up dying tragically in the dungeon.
So, knowing full well that he was just an ordinary person, he rationally chose the safer path.
Survival was the true way.
"Alright then, goodbye."
Eina sighed, then turned around to leave, looking somewhat disappointed.
Watching her retreating figure, Su Mo shook his head.
No matter how beautiful Eina was, he wouldn't let himself be bewitched by her beauty and lose his senses.
Go adventuring in the dungeon?
Ha!
Maybe when he awakened a cheat ability—if he ever did.
Thinking of that, Su Mo suddenly felt a bit sad.
Taking the payment in one hand, he handed over a plate of fried rice with the other.
The moment he handed out the fried rice—
Suddenly.
A flash of white light engulfed his vision.
When his sight returned, he found his vision obstructed—he couldn't see far ahead.
Looking around, he realized he had been transported to a vast, empty space filled with thick white mist.
"Where is this?"
Somehow, he felt a strange sense of understanding.
After walking about ten meters forward, he arrived at a spacious plaza.
At the center of the plaza, two figures stood talking.
And for some reason, these two figures looked eerily familiar.
The more he looked, the more they seemed to be—himself?!
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002: I Have Simultaneously Transmigrated to Countless Worlds
"Oh? A newcomer?"
"Looks like our numbers aren't limited. Welcome, newbie!"
The two figures, who looked exactly like him but were dressed differently, noticed Su Mo.
Then, they greeted him enthusiastically.
Unexpectedly seeing two people with his own face, Su Mo wasn't afraid.
Instead, he walked straight toward them.
"Who exactly are you…?"
Just as he was about to ask, the young man in the red-and-white uniform—an outfit that looked oddly familiar but he couldn't quite place—stepped forward and patted Su Mo's shoulder.
"Explaining would take too long. This way is faster."
The young man, dressed in what looked like a special operations uniform, said with a smile.
The moment he was patted on the shoulder—
Su Mo suddenly felt as if he had been enlightened.
A wave of mysterious information surged through his mind naturally, as if a long-lost memory had finally awakened.
It didn't feel like something transferred from an external source—it was more like knowledge buried deep in his consciousness, finally resurfacing.
"So that's how it is… this is my cheat ability!"
Su Mo finally understood.
"I knew it—getting transmigrated without a golden finger would just be pure suffering!"
"Although, to be fair, I haven't really suffered that much."
Running a small food stall, making money effortlessly, then going home to snuggle with a certain blue-ribboned goddess—
Honestly, even without a cheat, this life was already good enough for Su Mo.
But of course, having a cheat was even better!
With the information that had awakened in his mind, Su Mo finally understood the identities of the two before him.
These people, who shared his exact appearance—
Were really himself.
For some unknown reason, when he transmigrated, he hadn't just crossed into one world.
Instead, he had been transmigrated into countless different worlds simultaneously.
All the versions of him that had entered different worlds—were actually the same person.
One is all, and all is one.
The specific theoretical basis was unclear.
According to quantum mechanics, they might be different possibilities of himself, each representing a different probability cloud.
According to relativity, they might be versions of himself from different points in time, each existing in its own independent time flow, accidentally converging in this space.
Though the reason for the transmigration was unknown—
The important thing was this fog space.
All the versions of himself, across all the different worlds, could enter this space.
And here, they could talk to each other.
More importantly—besides talking, they could share each other's powers.
Whether it was superpowers, magic, special physiques, swordsmanship, spiritual energy—even cooking skills and singing talent—
Everything could be shared.
And there was no conflict between them.
However—
Only powers were shared. Memories were not.
Each version retained their own experiences, but their personal memories remained private.
Only the knowledge related to power was shared.
As for specific experiences, daily conversations, or sights they had seen—those were completely inaccessible to others.
This was probably a safeguard for privacy.
Although technically, "invading" your own privacy wasn't a crime—
Su Mo really liked this setting.
After all, his little goddess Hestia was his alone.
Even if they were alternate versions of himself, they had no right to experience those memories.
Though this also meant he couldn't peek into the experiences of his alternate selves—he didn't feel like he was missing out.
As long as powers were shared, that was enough.
Satisfied, Su Mo was about to test out the abilities he had just gained—
When one of his other selves spoke up.
"By the way, which world did you transmigrate into?"
The Su Mo wearing modern casual clothes asked, looking puzzled.
"I don't feel any power difference after sharing with you. It's like you're a regular person."
"I mean, I don't have much power myself, but judging by your outfit, your world shouldn't be a normal one, right?"
Even though he had never been to the Dungeon City Orario, Su Mo's attire was clearly in the style of an adventurer.
He also carried light weaponry and armor, indicating he came from a combat-focused world.
So, the modern-dressed Su Mo was confused—
It made sense that he was weak, but why was this other version of himself also so weak?
Hearing this question—
The Su Mo from Danmachi gave a mysterious smile.
"Think about it. Think carefully."
"Hmm…"
The two alternate versions closed their eyes and focused.
After a long moment, the modern-dressed Su Mo opened his eyes and shook his head in defeat.
"I don't sense any power difference at all."
Only the red-and-white-uniformed Su Mo, after deep thought, finally reacted.
"I found it!"
He suddenly exclaimed.
"What power is it?"
The modern Su Mo immediately asked curiously.
"Is it some kind of hidden talent?"
"Or an ability we've never encountered before?"
He couldn't help but guess.
Hearing that, the red-and-white Su Mo had a strange look on his face.
"No… The only difference I noticed is that… my fried rice cooking skills seem to have improved quite a bit."
"…"
"…"
For a moment—
The entire plaza fell into silence.
The two alternate Su Mos looked at their Danmachi counterpart with utterly speechless expressions.
"So… that's it?"