Blinking his big round eyes, Doraemon looked back and forth between Brandon White and Firewing.
"Do you… want to use them?" he asked innocently.
"No, no, no, absolutely not!"
Firewing frantically shook her head. She had never actually believed these gadgets could function in the first place. But now? To hear that they could be used—so long as they were on Earth—that essentially meant there were no restrictions at all.
The "What-If Phone Booth" having some kind of limitation actually eased her nerves. If it really worked without conditions, that would have been far too terrifying.
And Brandon—his ability wasn't just to manifest Doraemon into reality, but even to bring along all his gadgets, fully functional.
Not only that, there was also Silly Girl—the so-called smartphone that could actually spar with Sun Wukong!
Sure, that Sun Wukong seemed somewhat weaker—apparently even vulnerable to pesticide poisoning—but he was still Sun Wukong, wasn't he? The fundamental setting of that mythic Monkey King remained.
And if she ever fought him? She wouldn't stand a chance.
Brandon, meanwhile, was quietly reflecting on why the "What-If Phone Booth" had been restricted. He wasn't confused—after all, he understood the inevitable ties between himself, the Chat Group, and the global spiritual revival.
The reason Doraemon's gadgets only functioned within Earth's limits was inseparably bound to him.
If he were to use the "What-If Phone Booth" to revert the world to its pre–spiritual revival state, that would overturn the very cause and effect of everything that had happened.
Without spiritual energy, would the Earth's consciousness ever have awakened? Would Doraemon ever have been manifested?
Would Brandon himself still possess the fortune that had made the Chat Group invite him?
It would inevitably create unknown consequences.
But even setting aside potential disaster—even if the booth really worked without issue—Brandon would never choose to reset the world.
To claim he could willingly abandon everything he had now, just to return to being an ordinary human—that would be far too hypocritical.
The truth was, he had no reason to give up the Authority of Nature, nor any reason to relinquish all that he had gained.
And even if he were willing, could anyone else honestly say the same?
Would ordinary people truly give up the chance that their awakened powers had given them to change their fates?
Would wealthy magnates really surrender the spiritual energy that might extend their lifespans?
Would scientists abandon the new era where science and spiritual energy could fuse to create wonders?
Perhaps a handful might. But in reality, the odds were infinitesimal.
"When will those items arrive?" Brandon asked evenly, glancing at Firewing.
"Ah? Oh—probably by tonight," Firewing replied, startled. Then she realized what he meant: the list of things he had asked her to gather. She quickly clarified, "I'll make sure they're delivered as soon as possible."
"How did you even gain this ability?" she asked curiously. "Is it an extension of your natural power, like you explained before?"
Brandon shook his head. "It comes from another anime world. A special talisman. It can turn stillness into life—and whatever is revived can break through dimensional barriers."
He didn't elaborate further. Jackie Chan Adventures didn't exist in this world, so there was no point.
"Then it works on things like the Shining Rod, the Armor Hero changers, and even Devil Fruits?" Firewing frowned. "But hold on—about the Shining Rod. Even if it were real, isn't it just a particle converter? Don't you also need Ultra-Ancient genes and a giant statue?
"And the Armor Hero changers—don't they require Shadow Stones, Five Elements bloodlines, or contracts? I think Season Two with Xingtian had its own requirements too, right? I don't really remember.
"As for the third season—I never watched it."
She tilted her head, puzzled. "So if you just manifest them like this… do they actually work?"
"Ordinarily, no," Brandon said calmly. "But my case is… special."
If it were merely the Mouse Talisman, of course he couldn't. But his power wasn't just the talisman—it had been absorbed and transformed by the Authority of Nature.
What mattered wasn't logic, but recognition.
Not the original "setting," but the belief. The impression in people's minds—the fantasy humanity built upon reality.
Take the Shining Rod. In people's collective impression, it was what transformed someone into Ultraman Tiga. Whether it was a particle converter or not was irrelevant. Whether you needed giant statues or genetic markers was irrelevant.
What mattered was that people believed the Shining Rod turned you into Tiga.
And if even one person thought that way, Brandon could grant the manifested Rod that ability.
The Armor Hero changers were the same.
Yes, many fans knew that transforming into the Five Elements armors required Shadow Stones and bloodlines. But not everyone did. After all, why did so many kids love buying the toy changers, pretending they could transform into heroes?
As long as someone believed, it was enough.
Of course, this power wasn't without flaws. Take Devil Fruits, for instance. He couldn't erase weaknesses like drowning or Seastone.
But… if someone, somewhere, sincerely believed Devil Fruits could be immune to water… perhaps even that might manifest.
"So basically… it works?"
Brandon hadn't said it outright, but Firewing understood.
He clearly knew the truth of her questions, but he wasn't concerned. His only explanation was that his ability was "special."
Which really meant: yes, it worked.
Firewing's eyes lit up. If Armor Heroes are possible, then maybe even Balala the Fairies could work… right?
But… probably not Shugo Chara. That was more about character guardians, not proper transformations.
What about Sakura? The Clow Cards? Surely those could work!
"By the way, what's that 'Xiong Bing Lian' thing you mentioned? Is it an anime? I've never even heard of it," she asked. "And what are the 'Three Angel Kings'? Like… three kings of angels?"
She frowned. She had at least heard of everything else he wanted. But this? Nothing. Not even a whisper.
Was it some obscure show? A cult classic?
Brandon blinked. So this world doesn't have 'The Black Troop'?
Thinking back, he realized he had never seen any mention of it here.
But that was fine. He still remembered parts of its story. He could always expand on his memories and recreate it himself.
Not just that series, but Jackie Chan Adventures, Kamen Rider Heisei, Pokémon—all of it could be written, drawn, and released online.
He could even create entirely new anime or dramas.
But that was for later.
After all, whatever he manifested would ultimately be tied to his own power. None of those creations could rival his true strength.
Even if he made a terrifying supernatural series, with CGI maxed out and monsters more horrifying than ever, the manifested creatures would never surpass Brandon himself.
So, in the end, he preferred to focus on the things he personally loved.
(End of Chapter)