*Mō.* This word had once briefly appeared from the mouth of that big sister who always wore a bright smile.
When she said it, she had been staring at manga on her phone, grinning so hard she was practically drooling.
But when he asked out of curiosity, her expression changed instantly.
She hid her phone behind her back while making up clumsy excuses to divert his attention.
Osamu didn’t push further.
After she left the hospital room, he looked up the word on his phone.
[“In ACG culture, ‘mōmō’ is an internet term originating from fan circles and fandom culture.
It refers specifically to fans or fan mindsets that feel intense infatuation, affection, and creative impulses toward specific characters (especially submissive or bottom characters).
Its core lies in placing the character in a cherished, adored ‘submissive/bottom’ position through fan creations, emphasizing the character’s vulnerability, contrast, or ‘tragic yet beautiful’ traits.”] After reading this passage, Osamu understood.
Who knew she was actually an ACG fan?
Curious, Osamu downloaded some ACG platforms, and the algorithm quite intelligently recommended her account to him under “People You May Know.” Looking at the label next to her handle, Osamu remained silent, unsure whether to thank the big data era.
Her homepage was filled with pictures of handsome men.
Osamu carefully appreciated them one by one until he finally formed an intuitive impression of what “highly mō-able” meant.
She really was a gentle girl filled with maternal warmth.
Whether it was a muscular mercenary self-conscious about facial scars, a slender, quiet boy with long hair, a gentle stay-at-home dad, or a bright, dog-like kid with a dazzling smile…
she could always discover a beautiful, endearing side to feel affection for.
…How nice.
Her favorite character was Orochimaru, who seemed to be a character from an anime called *Naruto*.
That was Osamu’s first contact with the world of *Naruto*.
As an ultra-long, wildly popular shonen manga, it had many charming, beloved characters—and, of course, characters people hated to their core.
Danzo Shimura undoubtedly claimed the No.
1 spot for “Most Hated Character.” And now…
inside Danzo Shimura’s decaying, sinful shell resided Osamu’s soul.
Osamu thought carefully for a few seconds and decided to find a good opportunity to simply restart his life.
Hesitation leads to defeat.
Who would want to boost the positive image of an uncute old man like this?
Better to end this meaningless life quickly and save food for this resource-scarce world.
The moment this thought crossed his mind, a deafening scream shattered his thoughts, making his head spin.
“Host—!
System baby, don’t be so resistant!
( ´•̥̥̥ω•̥̥̥` ) At least you have a healthy, handsome b—…
Huh?” Seemingly finally seeing what terrible shape its “host baby” was currently in, the voice—presumably the system—fell dead silent.
One cannot, and should not.
Telling a 73-year-old geezer to “work hard to become highly mō-able” was practically elder abuse worthy of reporting to the authorities.
Osamu could already feel that his body’s sphincters were no longer healthy or strong.
A body like this lacked any capacity to be mō’d—unless the *Naruto* world also had a Lolita Island that didn’t reject ALS patients and presumably didn’t mind disabled old men either.