It had been two days since Arwin West found himself in this new world.

At first, he was completely confused. He had gone to sleep in his small apartment back on Earth, only to wake up in a futuristic apartment with a completely different body. The confusion didn't last long, though. It took him only two days to fully understand his situation, and now, he was starting to process everything properly.

He was no longer in the 21st century. Instead, he had been transmigrated into a world a million years into the future.

The sheer scale of everything he had learned was overwhelming. Humanity had advanced so far that he could hardly wrap his head around it. Technology had developed beyond his wildest dreams. Long ago, humans had unlocked the secrets of hyperspace travel, allowing them to travel between planets, even galaxies, in mere moments. With access to infinite resources, they had terraformed countless planets, expanding their reach to an unimaginable scale.

Trying to determine how many planets humanity occupied was impossible. The number of people? Also impossible to count. The human race had become something like a universal civilization, spreading far and wide across space.

And Arwin West was just one of those countless people now.

In this life, he was a 20-year-old young man living alone in a high-rise apartment in one of the many massive cities in this universe. His age was considered very young, since people in this era could live for around 2000 years thanks to medical advancements.

His parents? They were dead.

They had died in a hyperspace accident, an extremely rare event. In fact, it was the first accident in the last 50,000 years. Hyperspace travel was supposed to be completely safe, but for some unknown reason, their ship had vanished.

Because of that, he had received a compensation payment—enough to live comfortably for now.

At least he didn't have to worry about money. That was one good thing.

But other than that, there wasn't much to be excited about. He had no family, no real connections, and despite being in this incredible futuristic world, something felt... empty.

Over the last two days, Arwin had spent most of his time learning about this world, its history, and especially its entertainment industry.

And what he found was disappointing.

In this advanced era, entertainment had become bland and repetitive. Almost everything followed the same boring formula. The most popular stories were all about humans discovering a new planet, taking it over for humanity, and eradicating the non-sentient species.

That was it.

Every novel, movie, and game followed that same dull premise. There were no unique characters, no deep plots, no emotional depth—just the same generic "conquer new planets" storyline over and over again.

The worst part? People loved it.

Arwin couldn't believe it.

"How is this even possible?" he muttered, staring at a holographic screen displaying a bestseller list. Every single title had something to do with galactic expansion.

"Isn't there even one fantasy story? A romance? Hell, I'd even take a bad isekai novel at this point," he sighed, scrolling through the options.

It was all the same.

But then, something caught his attention.

Recently, humanity had discovered ancient records from the past—his past.

These records contained information about Earth from around a million years ago, including details about daily life, culture, and even old forms of entertainment.

It was a huge discovery.

For the first time in ages, people were curious about how life used to be. Because of this, a new trend had started in entertainment: stories about the first planetary explorations and the early days of technological advancement.

But to Arwin, even this was boring.

These new stories were still uninspired. They were just retellings of historical events, focusing only on technological achievements and scientific progress, with no real creativity.

No interesting characters.

No deep conflicts.

No emotional storytelling.

It was all lifeless.

"This is seriously depressing," Arwin groaned, rubbing his temples.

That's when he made a decision.

If this world lacked culture…

Then he would bring culture to this world.

Arwin knew he couldn't just jump into making something without knowing how. He needed to learn how to use the technology of this era.

"Leah," he called out.

A soft, melodic voice responded immediately. "Yes, Arwin?"

Leah was the AI assistant built into his apartment. From what he had learned, she managed everything in his home—from environmental settings to entertainment and even virtual workspace functions.

"Do I have a way to quickly learn how to use animation software?" he asked.

"You have access to an education pod," Leah replied. "Would you like to use it?"

An education pod—one of the greatest technological advancements of this era. It was a capsule-like device where a person could lay down and sleep while the pod transferred knowledge directly into their brain.

"Yes," Arwin said without hesitation.

The pod opened, and Arwin climbed inside. "Leah, teach me everything about animation."

"For full proficiency, the recommended time is seven days," Leah said.

"Do it," Arwin confirmed.

The pod closed, and soon, he drifted into sleep.

When Arwin stepped out of the pod a week later, he knew everything he needed to create an anime.

His head was filled with information about storyboarding, keyframes, frame rates, backgrounds, character design—everything.

"Leah, open a list of available animation software," he said.

A massive list appeared on his walls. The number of options was overwhelming.

There were thousands of different programs, each with its own specialties. But after filtering through them, he found what he was looking for—a 2D animation software that suited a solo creator.

This particular software allowed him to:

• Create characters with text descriptions

• Move characters automatically based on instructions

• Generate backgrounds

• Use AI for voice acting and music

It was perfect.

"Leah, buy this one," Arwin said.

"Purchase complete. 2,000 credits deducted."

Arwin winced slightly. He still had 500,000 credits, but spending 2,000 on just software still stung a little.

Still, he knew it was worth it.

Now came the important question—what should his first anime be?

He already had the answer.

"Doraemon… Stand by Me," he muttered.

It was one of his favorite childhood movies. The story was emotional, heartwarming, and nostalgic. It was something that could introduce true storytelling to this world.

But he wasn't going to copy it exactly.

Instead of the 3D animation style from his past life, he was going to make it in 2D.

He had always felt that Doraemon looked better in traditional animation. The 3D version was good, but it lacked the charm of the original series.

Now, he had the chance to remake it the way he wanted.

"Leah, open the software," he said.

A screen appeared in front of him. Within this screen, he could do everything needed to bring the movie to life.

Instead of relying on AI descriptions, he grabbed the hard-light drawing pad and pen and began sketching.

The first character he drew was Doraemon.

Big head. Round belly. Small arms. Tiny hands. And, of course, his signature pocket.

After finishing, he grinned.

"Leah, save this character as Doraemon," he said.

"Character saved."

And with that, his journey had officially begun.