Griffin Family, Stewie's bedroom.
Following Stewie into this ordinary Stewie room, Chris looked around curiously.
In the cartoon, Chris knew that this ordinary room hid many secrets.
Just like Grandpa Rick's garage or Phineas and Ferb's backyard, Stewie Griffin also had his own secret base.
As Stewie activated a mechanism, a doorway suddenly opened in the wall, and the ordinary room revealed a sci-fi secret base.
Looking at the magic-like spatial expansion technology before him, Chris chose not to dwell on how it worked and simply followed Stewie inside.
After all, in such a ridiculous cartoon world, nothing was surprising.
As Chris stepped into Stewie's secret base, the original entrance closed again, and the room reverted to an ordinary Stewie room.
Upon entering his secret base, Stewie wasn't in a hurry to ask Chris what he knew.
He unhurriedly walked to his monitoring platform and sat on his small stool.
As the stool rose to Chris's height, Stewie pressed a button on the platform and gave a wicked smile.
He shouted, "Son of a bitch! Tell me where you come from!"
Then, guns of all sizes and various infrared beams instantly appeared around Chris.
"Whoa, whoa! What kind of technology is this? How are these things stacked together? Can they really still function normally?"
Looking at the weapons around him, Chris didn't panic; he admired the ring of weaponry as if he were looking at flowers.
He even asked Stewie about them with great interest.
Seeing Chris like this, Stewie sighed with a hint of boredom, then pressed the button again, and the items were miraculously retracted.
"It seems you still have some traits of my brother—you're as much of an idiot as ever!
But I hope you can be a bit more rational and tell me exactly what you are. Are you from Heaven, Hell, or some other messy dimension?"
Seeing Stewie put away the weapons, an instinctive look of regret appeared on Chris's face.
But that was immediately followed by lingering fear; the Transmigrator's soul still couldn't accept his own careless personality.
It seemed Chris's bodily instincts still held some weight, as he had genuinely wanted to figure out the principles behind those contraptions.
He had seen that the back ends of several guns were connected, without even a magazine or firing mechanism, just like the scenes with sudden masses of firearms in Tom and Jerry.
But hearing Stewie's question, Chris was stunned. What?
Heaven? Hell? Does this world have those things?
He recalled the Transmigrator's memories and realized that this world actually did seem to have them.
God had even made an appearance, though the God of this world seemed to be quite a jerk.
Stewie had clearly mistaken him for some mysterious entity of this world, thinking they had possessed Chris's body.
Thinking this, Chris understood Stewie's general line of thought.
He said solemnly, "Neither. I am a Transmigrator. I don't know if the novels or anime in your world have developed similar concepts, but if not, you can think of me as an Extraterrestrial Demon."
Facing Chris's honest answer, a strange look flashed across Stewie's face.
He really didn't expect this unknown entity to be so truthful.
The demons he had caught before weren't nearly as honest; they would use sweet talk to try and swindle his soul while constantly making small moves.
Even those monsters calling themselves angels were the same, all possessing an arrogant attitude.
None were ever like this guy.
So... simple? Or just stupid?
Forget it, whatever!
Stewie thought indifferently; all his preparations had been for nothing, a total waste of energy.
God knows how he persuaded rupert to set aside two hours a day for these preparations.
He hadn't expected this guy to be so easy to deal with!
Despite his thoughts, Stewie wouldn't just take his word for it; he still had to check.
Turning to open his monitoring system, he found no sign that Chris was lying, so Stewie began searching for the information Chris mentioned.
"Ahem! Let me see... Transmigrator, right? I recall seeing related information recorded in the Multiverse!"
Chris watched Stewie leaning over an instrument panel he couldn't understand, speaking words packed with shocking information.
Pondering how to save his own life, Chris prepared to walk over and see what Stewie was up to.
But as soon as he lifted his bulky frame, the surrounding guns reappeared instantly, aiming at him once more.
Then Stewie's refined British-accented English drifted over slowly: "Ahem, darling! Before I confirm your identity, please don't move, alright? I'd hate to cause any unnecessary misunderstandings and damage my brother's body—there wouldn't be enough left of him to bury!"
Looking at the cold autocannons radiating a chill, Chris swallowed nervously, raised his hands to show he meant no harm, and quietly lowered his raised right leg.
Stewie acted as if nothing had happened; after giving the warning, he continued leaning over to search, though this time he didn't retract the weapons.
Time passed slowly until Chris's cold sweat pooled on the floor; only then did Stewie breathe a sigh of relief.
"Aha, finally found it!"
His tiny body erupted with surprising strength, his hands slamming the metal console with a thunderous bang that made Chris break into a few more drops of sweat.
"Reincarnator, God's Dimension, Sanctuary... Oh, here it is!
Transmigrator, a visitor from another world's space-time. Generally divided into Physical Transmigration and Soul Transmigration. They usually possess extremely high space-time affinity and can easily travel to parallel universes or even other Multiverses."
Stewie's small hand slowly swiped the holographic projection, but the information displayed made the Transmigrator tremble with fear once again.
How is this kid even more exaggerated than in the cartoon!
How does he even know about things like God's Dimension? Could this be a world modified by some big shot?
Or did family guy add these elements after I transmigrated?
The Transmigrator's consciousness within Chris's body grew restless, and the machine monitoring the soul within that frame sounded an alarm, alerting Stewie, who had been focused on the information.
The large, oval head squinted at the Transmigrator, then revealed an 'evil' smile.
To the Transmigrator, however, the smile looked a bit like someone struggling with constipation, clenching their teeth and straining.
But obviously, he couldn't let Stewie know that.
The soul-monitoring device clearly lacked the function to analyze fluctuations in consciousness, so Stewie drove his high stool over to Chris, smiling as he patted Chris's shoulder and said, "Let's discuss the fee for using my brother's body, shall we? Trust me, I'll give you a fair price!"
Seeing the little tot mimicking the Godfather's posture, the Transmigrator played along.
"Of course, sir!"
He lifted Stewie's right hand from his shoulder and lowered his head to kiss it.
But before Chris's greasy mouth could touch him, Stewie yanked his hand back as if struck by lightning and shook it vigorously, as if he'd touched something filthy.
"Whoa! You really don't have to stay that true to the original character!"