Little Garden 281-285

Title: Protecting Our Little Garden

“With the identity of Athena’s Inverse Demon · Medusa, seize everything that ugly girl would lose.”

“But unfortunately, that ugly girl doesn’t want it, and even intends to repay kindness with enmity.”

Algol said with slight anger. Luckily, she had thought of many things for Athena, even using an unfinished Another Cosmology.

An Another Cosmology aligned with the Spirit Status she prepared to reach Inverse Demon of the Gods was certainly not simple.

The Tao Heart Demon Seed could plant a demon seed in others’ Spirit Status, absorb their Spirit Status, and slowly make them fall into a demon inverse to themselves.

And the fallen or born demons would be under her control, becoming her avatars.

Of course, there was the unique habit of demon sects: lack of control and easy loss of control.

However, every time a god fell into a demon, it would give her a certain amount of power. And if a Two-Digit existence fell into a demon, it could significantly increase her Spirit Status completion rate.

To make Athena willing to fall, she had planned for a long time, even deciding to hand over Medusa’s Spirit Status.

But Athena preferred starting over rather than becoming Medusa.

Strange if she agreed.

“…”

The corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched. Though it would become Two-Digit, the price was using Medusa’s name, becoming Algol’s avatar, and ultimately spending a lifetime with Algol’s appearance.

Considering Athena’s hatred level toward Algol, she’d rather die, fall into eternal destruction, and be absorbed by the other Athena.

She wouldn’t accept such a possibility.

“Cruel, truly cruel.”

Shiroyasha was stunned hearing that. Algol indeed deserved to confront Buddha back then. Her play was too vicious.

“Al-chan is the Demon Ancestor.”

Algol couldn’t help rolling her eyes at Shiroyasha. Did anyone think the Demon Ancestor wasn’t a demon?

“This is just fitting for demon methods.”

While saying that, Algol felt slight regret.

“Too bad. Otherwise, Al-chan could give you a Two-Digit maid.”

“Forget it. A Two-Digit maid, I’m afraid I can’t afford it.”

Though knowing Algol meant well, a Two-Digit maid was a bit too scary.

“By the way, why does Al-chan’s Another Cosmology effect sound familiar?”

Aslan asked with slight curiosity. Don’t tell me Algol used his previous failed research results.

Research to create a Cleansing virus, drop gods into demons, and ultimately failed because ordinary viruses couldn’t infect even Four-Digit or Three-Digit gods.

“Mmm, after Al-chan’s extraordinary wisdom, of course Al-chan succeeded.”

Algol said with slight pride. However, this demon seed wasn’t easy to plant.

Aslan’s previous research direction focused more on infectivity and concealment, so naturally not easy to succeed.

The Little Garden wasn’t without Gifts like viruses and plagues. The Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse, want to try? Especially a virus modifying Spirit Status like this.

Of course harder to birth.

“Al-chan learned and referenced that bald guy’s redemption ability. Didn’t the bald guy say? Put down the butcher’s knife, instantly become Buddha.”

“Then Al-chan naturally could create a demon seed.”

The demon seed bestowed by Algol was more like Buddha giving others a path to fall. The demon seed wouldn’t affect the host’s mind, only slowly absorbing negative energy.

At the same time, when the other did evil, it would increase evil deed merit digestion efficiency, thus slowly inducing the other to fall into a demon.

At the same time, the demon Spirit Status would also give the other stronger combat power and a faster path to increase strength.

Algol could now confidently call herself Demon Ancestor.

When she truly became Two-Digit, she would be a true Demon Ancestor.

“But the problem is, to truly complete this Spirit Status, at least one Two-Digit and one major Pantheon need to fall.”

Algol said not too happily. Besides Athena, she didn’t know who else she could drop.

“This is indeed troublesome.”

Aslan shook his head. Currently, no way to solve this problem. Dropping a Pantheon was easy.

But dropping a Two-Digit into a demon? Unless the other volunteered, otherwise absolutely no possibility.

Three-Digit dropping Two-Digit? Just listen as a joke.

Athena was indeed Algol’s chance, but unfortunately Athena didn’t want it.

Could only say Algol and Athena truly loved and killed each other, mutually achieving and blocking each other’s important paths.

Such fate, Aslan didn’t know how to evaluate.

“Whatever! Think about later problems later.”

Algol looked at it openly. After all, she had found a route to the peak.

What needed thinking next was just how to complete this path.

Though the conditions were a bit difficult, compared to those stuck at Three-Digit, unable to even see how to become Two-Digit.

She was already very lucky.

Though completing both conditions could become Two-Digit, completing one condition, though unable to become Two-Digit.

Three-Digit Outlier should still be possible.

“At most just wait a few more years.”

While saying that, Algol suddenly turned, looked at Aslan’s eyes affectionately. She hugged his neck, and said in his ear.

“Al-chan is very beautiful, you’ll definitely help Al-chan, right?”

Algol said with a very seductive voice. At the same time, her soft snake-like body slowly rubbed against Aslan’s body.

(Algol the Succubus!!)

Aslan couldn’t help cursing inwardly. He almost couldn’t control himself. Now he only felt blood rushing, almost exploding.

The small head almost controlling the big head.

However, Shiroyasha’s existence forcibly stabilized his last bit of sanity.

“Of course.”

Aslan said smiling. At most just falling into a demon. Changing Spirit Status identity.

Algol thought very simply. Since Athena didn’t want to help her, couldn’t Aslan just help her fulfill this condition?

She didn’t believe Aslan couldn’t become Two-Digit.

Hearing his words, Algol’s face showed slight joy.

She without hesitation, directly pressed her lips to Aslan’s, and kissed very strongly.

Then she said softly in Aslan’s ear.

“Tonight, Al-chan is yours.”

Algol wasn’t sure if Aslan would agree.

After all, even in such difficulty, Athena still refused her help. Though this was a mutually beneficial matter.

As for other Two-Digits? Though falling into a demon didn’t affect them much, but why? Why should they help Algol?

Just because Algol is beautiful?

As for Aslan? After all, it would ultimately benefit him. What difference early or late?

Algol’s favor debt to him was already unrepayable. At most just adding achievement kindness.

“Ahem, ahem, I’m still here?”

Shiroyasha coughed lightly twice. The feeling of seeing her former Goddess and most trusted subordinate being intimate was a bit strange.

Making her confused who to be jealous of.

The atmosphere interrupted. Algol looked at Shiroyasha very annoyed, no intention to continue.

Of course, if Aslan wanted, she didn’t mind.

After all, she was a Demon Star, never having normal moral views.

However, Shiroyasha might not accept it.

Yes, might directly run away.

After that, after sensing Athena’s movement, Algol also pulled this avatar and directly left.

But before leaving, she sharply stared at Shiroyasha.

“Shiroyasha, dare interrupt Al-chan’s good deed, Al-chan remembers you.”

Shiroyasha was shocked, but after sensing she really left.

She patted her flat chest in relief.

“Scared me half to death! I thought you’d really put on an erotic show with Algol.”

Aslan smiled awkwardly. Earlier, under Algol’s seduction, he indeed almost lost all sanity, having the urge to do it directly.

Could only say Algol indeed deserved to be a Demon Star.

At that moment, Shiroyasha raised her teacup, sipped gently.

“When do you plan to find Halloween? This matter can’t be delayed too long?”

Aslan scratched his head, looked at the Little Garden’s Central Core, stunned for a moment.

“As soon as possible.”

The Little Garden’s Central Core had just hinted that when the mythological shift completion would happen depended on Aslan’s will.

So, strictly, couldn’t delay too long, but delaying one or two weeks was still possible.

“As soon as possible? Then right now!”

Shiroyasha decided without hesitation. She knew well this matter couldn’t be delayed. The longer delayed, the more terrifying the chaos caused.

“I don’t want our Little Garden destroyed by those old folks.”

Shiroyasha sneered, said very annoyed.

The Little Garden finally stable for a few thousand years. This stability must not be ruined again.

“Our Little Garden?”

Hearing that, the corner of Aslan’s mouth couldn’t help curving slightly.

He really liked Shiroyasha’s words.

“Sure. But I think I need to tidy my appearance first.”

Aslan scratched his nose with slight embarrassment.

Because of Algol’s reckless action earlier, his body was now full of her scent.

After all, he would meet Halloween Queen. Going with Algol’s scent…

Aslan somewhat couldn’t imagine how wonderful Halloween Queen’s mood would be.

Though the effect was almost the same if he went with Shiroyasha.

But two Star Spirits causing trouble was better than three Star Spirits causing trouble, right?

“Go. Remember to wear the clothes I prepared for you.”

“I want that Halloween bitch to see my subordinate well.”

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Title: One Sentence Makes Shiroyasha Truly Blaze

Amid the distortion of space and time, Aslan and Shiroyasha arrived at a castle covered only by a thin veil of sky.

The sky veil here had been lifted, allowing sunlight to shine directly onto the central courtyard.

Aslan and Shiroyasha stepped onto smooth white marble flooring, surrounded by flower beds filled with blooming four-season flowers.

Shiroyasha glanced at the flower beds and the excessively luxurious decorations and furnishings, unable to hold back a mental curse.

“Show-off. I don’t understand why Halloween wastes so much money on this.”

For some reason, Aslan detected a hint of sourness in her tone.

After all, Halloween Queen, the most famous wealthy woman in the Little Garden, couldn’t be compared to Shiroyasha, whose wallet was completely empty and whose every expense relied on public funds.

Now she couldn’t even use public funds—she was using Aslan’s account.

Passing through the four-season flower beds, at the end of a jade-white corridor stood a small pavilion.

The pavilion was entirely made of marble. The joints between beams and roof tiles had no gaps, as if carved from a single massive marble block.

Beneath the pavilion, beside a stone table, a young woman wearing a platinum-gold crown, a fiery red gown, hair as bright as the sun, and ruby-like eyes—flirtatious yet pure—was smiling as she looked at Aslan and Shiroyasha at the courtyard gate.

She was the Two-Digit Star Spirit, revered by many Pantheons as Queen.

She was also the only Star Spirit forbidden from attack by the Heavenly Army and major Pantheons, despite being a Demon Lord.

She was also the only transcendent existence known solely as Halloween Queen, with no one knowing her true name.

“My knight, come closer.”

Queen Halloween brushed the hair at her temple and smiled toward Aslan.

Seeing this, Aslan took a deep breath and stepped forward toward the central pavilion.

At that exact moment, Shiroyasha suddenly blocked in front of Aslan, extended her hand to stop him, and shouted at Halloween Queen in an unhappy tone.

“What do you mean your knight? Aslan is my subordinate God!”

“Oh? Is that so? Since he’s not my knight, please leave. Paradise Garden doesn’t accept outsiders.”

Halloween Queen chuckled lightly. Aslan could fully see the word “pleasure” in her eyes.

It seemed targeting and tormenting Shiroyasha gave her great joy.

Yes, the word “seemed” could be removed.

Aslan was certain Halloween Queen definitely planned to torment Shiroyasha through him.

Instantly, Aslan felt a headache. Queen Halloween was as difficult to deal with as ever.

Sure enough, the next second, Shiroyasha leaped out, teleporting in front of Halloween Queen, and said loudly.

“What do you mean, you blonde midget? Can’t I bring my subordinate God to visit you?”

(Oh no!!)

Those words flashed through Aslan’s mind. This time it was truly over.

The contradiction had fully exploded.

Halloween Queen said nothing, her smile unchanged… really? From the furrow in her brow, her mood was clearly far from pleasant.

“Oh? Is that so? I’m not the sister toyed with by the Gods, even sealing her own Spirit Status!!”

Halloween Queen gritted her teeth. Did she really want a “sister” like that?

Wasn’t it because of Shiroyasha’s actions that she became a Sun Star Spirit, seized her Sun Authorities, and blocked her path?

And now she still dared call herself her sister?

Shiroyasha’s expression froze momentarily, then she narrowed her eyes. She pulled Aslan and sneered at Halloween Queen.

“Heh, I have more Sun Authorities in my body than you! I also have a baby Creator God subordinate!”

(Wait? Why is the war fire hitting me?)

Aslan hadn’t even reacted before being pulled by Shiroyasha.

While Aslan was still confused, Halloween Queen looked at Shiroyasha before her with a smile, saying with a somewhat dangerous grin.

“Compared to a trash Star Spirit who can’t even feed her subordinates, I think it’s natural for him to come to me to become a knight.”

“That’s still better than a knight who fears his own Lord so much he doesn’t dare seek his Lord. Hehe, I now live with Aslan every day, you know.”

Shiroyasha chuckled lightly and happily patted Aslan’s sturdy body.

“That’s still better than someone who eats off her subordinate every day and uses her subordinate’s money!”

Halloween Queen smiled and exposed Shiroyasha’s current embarrassing state.

“Want to fight?”

Shiroyasha immediately stood, pressing her forehead against Halloween Queen’s.

Halloween Queen’s aura was not weak at all. She clashed power with Shiroyasha.

Yes, forehead to forehead.

“Come on, let’s fight. Let’s see if you, who lost the Geocentric Theory Spirit Status, can fight, or if I’m superior?”

Halloween Queen said fearlessly. Her gaze carried strong aggression and threat.

She really didn’t mind fighting Shiroyasha.

After all, the loser wouldn’t be her now.

If she won, even better. She could openly seize Aslan.

Both sides intensely pushed each other for a few moments.

“Heh, blonde midget.”

“Hmph, white-haired little kid.”

The two “little kids” coldly snorted at each other and turned their faces away.

Picking up the teapot on the table, Shiroyasha took a gulp and smacked her lips.

“Good tea. Tea from Doumu?”

“Didn’t expect you still kept this treasure.”

Doumu Yuanjun, known as the Mother of All Stars. Though she was no longer in the Little Garden, her legend still circulated in Little Garden Star Spirit circles.

If Zeus was number one for most liking to acknowledge children in the entire Little Garden, Doumu could definitely be called number two.

However, Zeus accepted anyone, while Doumu only liked acknowledging Star Spirits as children.

Among them, Halloween Queen and Shiroyasha were the most frequently pestered by her.

Even if rejected, she stubbornly came and kept bothering. That was also the period when Shiroyasha and Halloween’s relationship was best.

After all, people won’t hit a smiling face. Before someone full of maternal aura, Shiroyasha and Halloween couldn’t quarrel at all.

Of course, Star Spirits have no mother.

“I’m not like certain people who drink lavishly every day. Of course I still have some left.”

Halloween Queen sipped lightly and said smiling.

But Shiroyasha smelled and tasted carefully, then slammed the table.

“You think I can’t taste it? Damn blonde. This is clearly fresh, freshly picked from the Star Tea Tree!”

After all, Doumu was the woman who would become Mother of All Stars. Coaxing Star Spirits was naturally her expertise. She was highly skilled at cultivating Spirit Roots extremely beneficial to Star Spirits, promoting Star Spirit growth.

“I only asked Doumu for one sapling.”

Halloween Queen glanced at Shiroyasha and said casually.

“I’m not like certain people who know nothing but fighting.”

“You!”

Shiroyasha gritted her teeth looking at her.

Lies don’t hurt, truth is often the quick knife. It was indeed so. Shiroyasha truly knew nothing but fighting.

“Alright, let’s not talk about these trivial things.”

Halloween Queen happily took her teacup and sipped lightly.

“They say you suddenly came looking for me, there must be something needing my help.”

Halloween Queen said very confidently. She knew her own reputation well. Generally, if nothing, Aslan and Shiroyasha wouldn’t casually seek her.

“Why, can’t I come to show off my subordinate?”

Shiroyasha sharply stared at the woman acting before her.

(This bitch always wants to mess with her mentality. So annoying.)

(Indeed, shouldn’t have let Aslan seek her. Better to find my own Boss.)

(Boss is far better than this annoying blonde.)

“You must already know why we came looking for you, right?”

Shiroyasha speechlessly stared at the relaxed woman before her and snorted.

“I don’t believe with such an obvious mythological shift, you don’t know?”

“Oh, just that little problem?”

Halloween Queen said with little interest. Didn’t Shiroyasha know she had no Pantheon at all? How could a mythological shift affect her?

“Aslan has become a God with Arthur’s identity.”

“Oh~, interesting.”

Halloween Queen instantly became interested, excited, and narrowed her eyes. Her instinct told her there might be an unexpected surprise waiting.

“Forget it, Boss, let me speak. The situation is a bit complicated, can’t explain briefly.”

Aslan stepped forward and directly switched to Arthur’s Spirit Status.

The next second, Halloween Queen narrowed her eyes in surprise and carefully examined Aslan’s Spirit Status.

“This is Pantheon core authority. Aiyaya, Round Table Knight Divinity is out too…”

Instantly, even Halloween Queen couldn’t avoid feeling shocked by the surprise.

After all, she had spent a lot promoting the Legend of King Arthur back then, just to build a Pantheon and revive the inheritance from the Dystopia War.

But who knew the Arthur she trained died in the Dystopia War.

In the end, the entire Round Table Knights were made by Halloween Queen similar to inherited Divinity Spirit Status legacies.

Could only say it inherited their Gifts and names, with no relation to the originally trained core Pantheon members Round Table Knights.

And what shocked Halloween Queen most was that all Round Table Knight Divinities brought by Aslan were Composite Divinities.

Most of these composite Divinities had complex origins, tracing back to Celtic, Nordic, Canaan… Many from Pantheons.

How many strong Spirit Statuses could emerge from this?

And it could also revive the foundational Pantheon she inherited back then. This was truly a huge profit!

She did think investing in Aslan wouldn’t lose and would definitely profit, but she never expected the first dividend to come this quickly.

Instantly, Halloween Queen’s gaze toward Aslan became more enthusiastic.

Forget the Star Holy Sword back then. How could there be more surprises?

But Halloween Queen became unhappy.

(Too bad, such a good knight follows the wrong lord?)

(Why wasn’t I the first to find Aslan, but Shiroyasha?)

(That white-haired little kid, maybe all her lifetime luck was used to be born and find Aslan?)

Halloween Queen thought very annoyed. If possible, she even wanted to seize Aslan on the spot.

-

Title: Little Garden’s Central Core: Hah...

“What are you thinking?”

Shiroyasha stared at Halloween Queen warily.

They had been enemies for years. She knew what Halloween Queen would do.

She could clearly see Halloween Queen was pondering how to poach her subordinate.

Or more accurately, since seeing Aslan, Halloween Queen had never stopped her intention to poach.

Shiroyasha looked at her with an annoyed expression and snorted.

“Want to poach? I’m telling you, impossible!”

“After the favor debt is paid, let’s see if Aslan still cares about you.”

Hearing that, Halloween Queen propped her cheek and smiled at Aslan.

“Is that so? But repaying favors is a way to strengthen relationships, isn’t it?”

At that moment, Halloween Queen clapped, summoning Scáthach to serve another table of tea and snacks, and bring a chair, gesturing for Aslan to sit.

“If my guess is correct, you must have a big problem and need my help, right?”

“Is it King of the End Spirit Status?”

Halloween Queen said with great interest. For her, who could smile watching the world and live in seclusion, the chaos caused by King of the End couldn’t possibly affect her. In fact, many old folks would even offer quite attractive conditions to keep her from interfering.

Chaos might be a disaster for others, but for the strong, it was a time to make easy money.

Coincidentally, Halloween Queen qualified to earn in chaotic times.

“Yes and no.”

Aslan paused and said.

“Watching gods kill each other for King of the End Spirit Status certainly aligns with our interests, and we’d be happy to see such a scene, profiting in the murkiness.”

“But this damages the Little Garden too much.”

“At least Shiroyasha and I don’t want the finally stabilized Little Garden to return to the chaotic Dawn Era.”

The good thing about the Dawn Era was gold everywhere, opportunities everywhere.

The bad thing was life unsecured, Demon Lords robbing everywhere, Pantheons and Pantheons, Dragon Race, gods, and Star Spirits killing each other on Earth.

For example, it could be seen as the situation six thousand years ago in No Game No Life.

Only after Gaia’s death triggered the God Star War, Vampire Race arrival, and Floor Master system completion did the Little Garden nearly enter peace, building the current Gift Game system.

Then, due to Vampire Race destruction, the Little Garden nearly returned to chaos. But because Leticia willingly bore all sins, the Floor Master system was maintained.

Order was barely preserved, though not as stable and peaceful as during the Knight of the Garden’s tenure.

After that, with Dystopia’s rise and Heavenly Army formation, the Little Garden truly entered the current peaceful Little Garden City era.

Though slightly disturbed by Demon Lords, all disputes could be resolved with Gift Games.

Of course, this wasn’t without the reason that Human History couldn’t advance, gods had no way to gain merit, and gradually calmed.

“Is that so? Still for Shiroyasha~”

Halloween Queen propped her head with one hand, looking at Aslan with slight affection in her eyes.

Hearing that, Shiroyasha raised her brows proudly at Halloween Queen.

(See, this is my little brother. He cares so much about me. You definitely don’t have one like this.)

Halloween Queen smiled thinly, not caring much about Shiroyasha’s provocation.

“But when did Shiroyasha become so soft?”

Halloween Queen asked back.

“When did you repent?”

When the White Night Demon Lord heavily struck various Star Spirits in the Little Garden back then, she never cared about casualties like this.

During the First Sun War, Shiroyasha seized the most Sun Authorities, and the greatest casualties were also caused by her.

The title of Oldest Demon Lord wasn’t given casually.

Shiroyasha was instantly silenced by Halloween Queen’s question. Wasn’t it her who repented?

Seemed she had repented?

At least now, besides liking to take advantage of pure beautiful girls, she could truly be called a moral exemplar among gods and Buddhas at other times.

(Wait, no!)

Shiroyasha quickly realized.

(Isn’t this the task the Boss gave me?)

(Damn, trapped again by this Halloween.)

“It’s not like that. We just don’t want the Little Garden destroyed into a mess.”

Aslan glanced at Shiroyasha with slight resignation and said casually.

Why did it feel like Shiroyasha was so easily controlled by Halloween Queen? Lucky she could still hold fourteen Sun Authorities now.

Not being tricked by Halloween Queen was already Shiroyasha’s fortune.

“And, Your Majesty the Queen, don’t you think the current number of gods and Buddhas in the Little Garden is too many?”

Aslan smiled and looked at her.

But Halloween Queen slightly tilted her head. Her ruby eyes reflected Aslan’s handsome face.

Invisible pressure came pressing.

Though not using any power, not any authority, just that gaze alone gave Aslan terrifying pressure.

She just looked at him and said very amused.

“Don’t try hiding from me. I think this isn’t the real reason, right?”

Seemed her knight was a bit presumptuous. Daring to interfere in her talk with Shiroyasha relying on her affection? And daring to hide something from her?

Hearing this, Aslan sighed and looked at her with some resignation.

“Alright, indeed can’t hide from Your Majesty the Queen.”

“Then I’ll be honest. King of the End Spirit Status is just a blank check. Even that world’s mythology was created.”

After his words, Shiroyasha was stunned.

“What? The mythology where only a few hundred fairies played the entire Human History was created?”

“Then where did Arthur’s Spirit Status and Trinitarian Athena come from?”

“No, why is Little Garden’s Central Core so stupid? Even fictional mythology can be judged real, triggering such a serious mythological shift?”

Shiroyasha said with a shocked face. She had a deeper understanding of Little Garden’s Central Core’s stupidity.

Hearing that, Halloween Queen’s eyes curved, as if seeing something very funny hard to explain.

Even Aslan almost couldn’t hold back laughter.

Must not laugh. Absolutely must not laugh now!

[Hah...]

For some reason, a silent sigh passed before Aslan’s eyes. Even Little Garden’s Central Core didn’t know what to say.

Instantly, he couldn’t hold laughter more.

Aslan and Halloween Queen exchanged glances, understanding each other’s thoughts. The laughter in their hearts couldn’t be hidden more.

But Shiroyasha seemed to sense something, suspiciously glancing at Aslan and Halloween.

“You’re hiding something from me? There must be, right?”

“No! Boss, don’t you trust me?”

Aslan held his chest and said confidently.

(Hope after Shiroyasha regains her Origin Star Spirit Status and truly controls Little Garden’s Central Core later, she won’t want to kill the current me.)

(What the hell, the Little Garden’s Central Core she always curses as idiot is actually herself?)

Halloween Queen said nothing, just silently recording this scene for Shiroyasha’s dark history.

But from her eyes, her mood was clearly very happy.

“Wait, explain to me, kid. Why did you cause such a big problem and not tell me?”

Shiroyasha looked at Aslan confused, asking somewhat dazed.

“But Boss, didn’t you not want to hear? You said just do what I want, no need to report, just show up after problems occur.”

“Seems… indeed so?”

Shiroyasha scratched her head embarrassed. After all, if Aslan wanted to tell her, it had to be inside Amanoiwato to avoid leak risks.

She understood the principle that one more knowing person meant one more risk, so she let Aslan act alone.

“But since you want to know, then I’ll be honest. This is a byproduct of Canaria’s attempt to break through Four-Digit Outlier and collect authorities—variant Poet Spirit Status, Fictional Historian.”

As soon as Aslan’s words ended, Shiroyasha widened her eyes, staring as if doubting life.

(Wasn’t your relationship with Canaria just nonsense? When did it become real?)

Even Halloween Queen slightly turned her face in surprise.

But Aslan acted as if nothing happened and continued speaking.

These things were enough known by everyone. One voice saying Canaria did it was sufficient.

“So, Your Majesty the Queen, are you interested in pranking the gods together?”

Aslan smiled brightly and looked at Halloween Queen.

But one thing he didn’t explain: King of the End Spirit Status could be real or fake.

After all, it depended on Little Garden’s Central Core judgment, and Fictional Historian was also new to Little Garden’s Central Core.

So, final interpretation right was always in Aslan’s hands.

If he hoped this Last King and mythological shift were real, then it was real.

If he hoped it fake, then all this was fake.

Real and fake, that was the true meaning of fiction.

“Interesting.”

Halloween Queen smiled brightly, sipped her tea lightly, and nodded slightly toward him.

“Of course. I also really want to see the old folks’ expressions jumping around, finally realizing they were pranked.”

Of course, she was more curious what funny expression her beautiful disciple would show when returning to the Little Garden and suddenly realizing she bore this huge problem.

Hope Canaria doesn’t scare to death.

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Title: The Newborn Junior Aslan

Of course, there was one more thing Aslan didn’t explain: pranking and toying with the gods also carried risks.

As happy as the gods would be when King of the End Spirit Status was revealed, that’s how furious they’d be upon learning it was fake.

The retaliation received would likely be far worse than what Algol faced.

But Halloween Queen naturally knew this—what could the gods do even if they knew?

They couldn’t beat Halloween Queen. They wouldn’t dare come seeking accounts.

And who said Halloween Queen couldn’t be a victim?

Even she had been pranked by her former disciple, Canaria.

“This plan, I approve.”

Halloween Queen narrowed her eyes and smiled.

“Tell me, what help do you want from me? I hope my effort exceeds the pleasure it brings me.”

Hearing that, Aslan looked deeply at Halloween Queen, then the corner of his mouth curved slightly, and he smiled.

“That’s for sure. Your Majesty the Queen, please look forward to my performance.”

He naturally didn’t need Halloween Queen to give anything. The only help he needed was for her to appear and show her stance.

Best if she also allowed him to move freely under King Arthur’s identity.

Then, subsequent matters would naturally be much simpler. He just needed to leverage his network and lobby Krishna and others.

For such things, he already had plenty of experience. At most, threaten and entice.

After that, Aslan switched to Arthur’s Spirit Status and left happily with Shiroyasha.

But Shiroyasha’s little hand was a bit dishonest before leaving.

After Aslan and Shiroyasha departed.

Halloween Queen, sitting before the stone table, propped her chin with one hand and said heavily.

“Scáthach, what method do you think I have to drive away that annoying white-haired little kid from my knight’s side?”

Scáthach, standing beside her, changed expression upon hearing this.

Could she answer this question? Though in the community, her power and position were just below Halloween Queen.

Even in the Little Garden, she was an existence worth reckoning with.

But touching Shiroyasha’s person? Poaching from a Two-Digit’s hands? Forget it.

She also clearly knew Aslan wasn’t the type who could be poached. He couldn’t possibly be that ungrateful.

(And Your Majesty the Queen, why don’t you think why he didn’t come report to you, and why he created the King Arthur Spirit Status?)

(Wasn’t it just to get rid of you?)

But faced with Queen Halloween’s command, Scáthach couldn’t refuse, only lowering her head and answering.

“Perhaps, Your Majesty the Queen, you could consider seducing with beauty. I think a young man Aslan’s age wouldn’t reject a beautiful girl.”

“Beauty?”

Halloween Queen suddenly paused, recalling Aslan’s experience in Arcadia, and suddenly understood something. This might be a good idea.

She looked at Scáthach, pondered a moment, and smiled.

“What if I gift you to him?”

“Eh?”

Scáthach instantly showed a shocked expression.

(Your Majesty the Queen, serious? Is this really allowed?)

She didn’t care if she became someone else’s concubine or not. That was mere physical pleasure.

But to leave Halloween Queen’s side this way—that’s what she wanted most.

How long had she wanted to quit this job.

Scáthach forcibly suppressed the joy in her heart, lowered her head, and answered in a low voice.

“Yes, Your Majesty the Queen, this subordinate will immediately submit resignation to the maid department.”

“No need. You can still be my maid while he serves as my knight.”

“Hah?”

Scáthach instantly showed a confused expression.

What did this mean? Wasn’t she supposed to be gifted and then leave Queen Halloween, living freely?

Halloween Queen gave that smile and spoke arbitrarily.

“I mean, I really want to see my knight and my maid together. Understand?”

These words went in Scáthach’s left ear and out the right. She listened expressionlessly.

So, not only must she surrender herself, but also find a way to coax Aslan to come?

And make the other willing to become her knight… Better she just marry herself off.

(Stubborn unwanted person!!)

Scáthach angrily slammed thousands of punches at the Queen’s illusion in her mind.

(No wonder lonely for life!)

Scáthach sour-faced, looked speechlessly and resigned at Halloween Queen. Finally, she lost under the other’s smiling gaze.

“Yes, Your Majesty the Queen.”

In the end, she still couldn’t oppose her. No one knew the consequences of opposing her better than she did.

Over thousands of years serving as Queen Halloween’s maid, she had seen countless real examples.

At this moment, Scáthach saw a soul clump in Halloween Queen’s palm that seemed newly born but suddenly died.

Looking at its Spirit Status origin, it seemed related to the Highland Pantheon.

When she realized this fact, Scáthach’s breath instantly caught.

Don’t tell me Halloween Queen wanted to train a brave hero who could use Kusanagi Sword?

And as her thoughts churned, she heard Queen Halloween’s murmur.

“Should I add that Aslan’s blood to this little child?”

“But if so, he could really achieve a Star Spirit Grand Slam. No, must not.”

Halloween Queen looked hesitant, as if unsure whether to give blood to this little child.

But if given, it was too disadvantageous. She planned to train her as her own Child God.

Siblings killing each other—this was also a drama she had long anticipated. She was curious who Kusanagi Sword would ultimately choose.

If Aslan were still here, he might guess who the fragile soul in Halloween Queen’s hand was.

The original protagonist’s twin younger sister, Kudou Asuka, who died before birth due to maternal malnutrition, Kudou Ayato.

This was the result of the discarded Arcadia executives’ efforts back then to return to the Little Garden and create the dream of a new great Floor Master alliance Arcadia.

The result of those efforts was the birth of the prodigy Candidate King of the Nameless Pantheon Gods, exploiting the void in Japanese society during World War II, combined with their own Gifts, and blessed by time, place, and people.

Namely, the twin sisters Kudou Asuka and Kudou Ayato. However, as the price of the miracle, before the twins’ birth, backlash had already struck both in the womb, causing the two children to devour each other, and only Asuka was born.

While Ayato, who died in the womb, was summoned by Halloween Queen.

For information, the Takamagahara Pantheon back then nearly sacrificed the entire Chinese Pantheon worldview to create the Two-Digit Kusanagi Sword. The current Highland Pantheon no longer existed in the Little Garden.

There might be remaining existences, but they had long joined Buddha with Shinto, like Isanaten, one of the Heavenly Army’s Twelve Guardian Gods, the Far East God.

The current Little Garden had absolutely no Highland Pantheon, only Island Shinto under Buddha.

Of course, Halloween Queen wouldn’t stoop to seizing someone else’s planned ace player. She accidentally found the suddenly dead Ayato’s soul.

She summoned her to the Little Garden and gave her Spirit Status and a physical body to successfully survive.

If she wanted to seize someone, she generally seized in front of others.

But after thinking repeatedly, Halloween Queen finally restrained the idea of giving Aslan’s blood to Ayato.

First, Aslan’s essence was a bit too high. At most she could only give blood in a biological sense, or create a Pseudo-Dragon with part of Aslan’s awakening Dragon Race blood.

Not to mention this would contaminate her core essence as the Highland Pantheon center and lose the possibility of inheriting Kusanagi Sword. Too much loss.

Second, Aslan was just her knight. Though she doted on him greatly, she had no intention of devoting herself.

She, the Sun and Gold Star Spirit, Halloween Queen, had no intention of dedicating herself to her knight.

Even if Aslan would surely surpass her in the future, the future was just the future. She was still one of the current eighteen strongest rulers in the Little Garden.

But becoming his mother-in-law might not be impossible.

Thinking this, a drop of golden god blood seeped from Halloween Queen’s fingertip and gently floated into Ayato’s fragile soul.

Giving her the Halloween Child God Spirit Status and a resilient physical body.

Thinking this, Halloween Queen exhaled and said.

“Scáthach.”

“Yes.”

“Take this child and train her well. Hope Aslan will like his little junior.”

“Yes.”

Scáthach licked her dry lips.

Raising children—that was what she was least skilled at. And would she really not be swayed by Aslan?

But fortunately, the other was given Halloween Child God Spirit Status. She wouldn’t grow from infancy like a normal human child.

Instead, she would have naturally inherited knowledge, born knowing, with rapid mental and physical development.

Perhaps it wouldn’t take long to grow into a normal teenage girl.

Thinking this, Scáthach’s weary heart felt slightly comforted.

She gently stepped forward, took a white cloak from a Gift Card, and wrapped it around the little girl.

In just a few minutes, Ayato had grown from a baby into a little girl. Even Scáthach had to admit her astonishing talent.

Looking at the little girl in her arms looking around confusedly and uttering baby words like “ah, ah”.

Even Scáthach couldn’t help showing a slight maternal smile.

But who told her to be found by Halloween Queen?

Thinking this, Scáthach’s expression couldn’t help carrying slight pity.

“Faceless, that’s her name.”

Halloween Queen sipped her tea lightly and said casually.

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Title: Your Excellency Krishna, You Wouldn’t Want Anything to Happen to Kalki, Would You?

Looking at the Magic: The Gathering card printed with a Hydra pattern, Aslan sighed, then gently snapped it.

The card broke softly, and a locked sensation appeared in his mind.

His expression unchanged, he let the power lock him. Then, with his cooperation, the surrounding scenery gradually distorted clockwise.

*WHOOSH!*

A muffled whistling sound rang out.

The environment around Aslan instantly changed from a city full of life to a dense forest with towering trees.

The crisp chirping of sparrows could be heard.

Aslan immediately raised his head, gazing at the giant tree over a hundred meters tall and more than forty meters wide before him, raising his brows slightly, then looking down ahead.

A seemingly bottomless karst cave beneath the tree.

“Heh.”

Aslan chuckled lightly at the sight and stepped forward without caution, entering the karst cave.

Once inside, the seemingly bottomless karst cave from outside actually held another world.

It was a wooden hut built inside the karst cave, without a roof.

An orange-red fire blazed in a stone-shaped hearth on the right, and a kettle hung by wire boiled noisily there.

A soft, dense fur carpet covered the not-too-large room floor, only about thirty square meters.

In the center, furnishings like sofas, power outlets, wall clocks, and more were fully available. Additionally, on the left wall was a door seemingly leading to a bedroom.

This western picnic-hut-like appearance made him raise his brows, then he looked at the figure sitting on the central sofa.

“Sit.”

Wearing casual robes, Krishna sat on a single sofa and pointed to the long sofa across from him.

Beside his right armrest, a one-eyed raven stared curiously at Aslan.

“You seem to have come faster than I expected.”

Krishna looked at Aslan, who sat opposite, legs crossed, looking relaxed.

“So what? After all, I, the Vice Leader, would sooner or later deal with you, the General Leader.”

Aslan shrugged casually and said very cheerfully.

Though he knew this was Krishna’s lair, and the man before him was Krishna’s avatar or true body.

But precisely because it was the true body, Aslan wasn’t panicked.

Ridiculous—how could the Little Garden allow Two-Digits to act?

If daring to move, let Winds of Decadence perform.

As for Three-Digits, what about Vajra-Vairocana? As long as not reaching Two-Digit in the Little Garden or facing equal Another Cosmology clashes, Aslan feared nothing.

“After researching my Gift for so long, I have to come collect royalties.”

Aslan’s eyes turned to a box of Magic: The Gathering cards beside Krishna’s hand with the Planeswalker logo.

This was also his best-selling product Gift sold in the Little Garden, though it had only appeared a few months ago.

But now, this item had become a must-have Gift for community operations, on par with Boundary Gates.

Hearing that, Krishna looked at his research results and the storage-type Magic cards he imitated, saying with slight resignation.

“Asking for money right upon arrival. If only you were as interesting as your Gift.”

Hearing that, Aslan’s brows twitched.

“Leave the ‘interesting’ description for a woman named Canaria.”

At that, Krishna’s handsome face instantly showed disgust.

“Forget it. Canaria is too incompatible with the word interesting.”

With Canaria’s bad personality, interesting? He even wanted to give her a punch.

After speaking, his gaze toward Aslan changed slightly. But he didn’t remember Canaria having an ace disciple?

And this kid’s Gift—he couldn’t even imitate it. Truly strange.

Just a sealed space dimension inside a card—even using Truth, he couldn’t see the principle and couldn’t make a similar Gift.

Indeed, must gather information slowly.

Krishna sighed, then shifted the topic.

“What royalties do you want?”

Aslan was stunned hearing that, switching crossed legs and muttering softly.

“He’s really giving?”

The next second, he raised his head enthusiastically and looked at Krishna.

“Another Cosmology—”

“At most one authority. Another Cosmology, don’t even think about it.”

Krishna pinched his brows and nodded slightly inside.

(Hmm, this shameless style even Canaria couldn’t achieve. If Canaria were this shameless back then, how could she fail to borrow Another Cosmology?)

(But this guy is still as hard to deal with as ever.)

Krishna said with slight melancholy.

“You didn’t come without reason. Say it—what business do you have seeking me?”

(This kid is really annoying.)

But strangely, he had no way to strike. The previously good situation was completely ruined by that idiot Judas.

Now this kid was backed by Shiroyasha and Queen Halloween—hard to act.

If there was a chance to kill Aslan, Krishna was sure he wouldn’t hold back like with Canaria.

Aslan was truly in the way.

Having driven out Canaria, who knew another Aslan would appear?

If the Little Garden didn’t enter apocalypse and gods didn’t fall into despair, how could Kalki grow?

If Kalki didn’t grow, how could he step further toward Vishnu Spirit Status?

So, Aslan must die, or be discarded like Canaria was fine.

“Alright, then I’ll say it directly.”

Aslan crossed his legs, leaned slightly forward to better observe Krishna’s expression.

“Your Excellency Krishna, you wouldn’t want anything to happen to Kalki, would you?”

The air suddenly fell silent. Krishna was truly stunned.

(What does he mean, I wouldn’t want anything to happen to Kalki?)

(What could happen to Kalki? He’s now in the Little Garden, with at least five Two-Digit levels watching him. Could something possibly happen?)

(And where did this Heavenly Highland tradition come from?)

Krishna’s brain hung for a moment, asking somewhat shocked.

“How do you say that?”

Anything making Aslan come discuss with him was certainly no joke.

Hearing that, Aslan smiled, leaned back, and said very arrogantly.

“Aiya, my throat’s a bit dry for some reason.”

(Damn, really begging for a beating!)

Krishna’s eyelids twitched, unable to hold his brow furrow.

But for information, He endured.

Krishna waved his hand. The kettle hanging over the hearth flew to him. He poured hot water, brewed two cups of tea, handed one over, and sat staring.

Waiting for Aslan’s explanation.

Aslan smiled, accepted the tea, and sipped lightly.

“Good tea.”

This attempt to test Two-Digit convergence mechanics was indeed worthwhile.

After all, he wasn’t Two-Digit, so unclear about Two-Digit convergence mechanics. Could Two-Digits in the Little Garden directly take over accounts like Da Tianzun and Bhagavan… or directly unify everything from their other-world selves?

Like the last Kurma World Dragon experiment—it automatically unified everything related to him.

And unifying everything meant a process, not instant like Daluo, where every other “I” is “I,” and each could be the true self.

Clearly, Two-Digits hadn’t reached this stage.

Two-Digits were more like Little Garden’s Central Core, continuously observing new worlds and unifying selves.

But Two-Digit self-unification might be more mystical. Like Athena—if Athena didn’t know of the Saint Seiya world’s existence… she might avoid confronting Saint Seiya’s Athena.

But that way, the end might be more tragic.

Now knowing beforehand, she still had a way out. But becoming Two-Digit only then facing Saint Seiya’s Athena—if mistaken, truly over.

Just like now, clearly Krishna hadn’t unified Campione!’s Krishna.

Otherwise, He should already know what happened.

“King of the End.”

Aslan casually uttered those words.

Hearing them, Krishna’s head seemed to explode with a boom, his face showing realization.

Two-Digit convergence mechanics required connection? Aslan was stunned momentarily, then smiled.

Now he could breathe easy. No need to worry about future big bosses catching him red-handed when acting again.

“How does it feel? Still holding up?”

Aslan looked at Krishna smiling.

Krishna’s current expression wasn’t far from His name (Kala, meaning black). Very black, almost pot-bottom.

“Still time if I destroy that world now?”

Krishna said slightly gritting teeth.

“Brother, still time, Brother. Rest assured, I guarantee I won’t stop you.”

Aslan held back laughter and said. Krishna’s expression looked very amusing to him.

Krishna looked at him with slight annoyance but not too angry. More than that, He felt relieved.

“Don’t worsen the situation now.” Krishna said softly.

Mythological shift had begun, meaning that world was observed. If He destroyed it again, wouldn’t that be surrendering to Winds of Decadence?

(Besides, stop me? Could you stop me?)

When the mythological shift truly completed and King of the End Spirit Status became known to all, what treatment would Kalki receive?

Krishna couldn’t imagine how many old folks would risk attacking Kalki and seizing his Spirit Status.

After all, King of the End and Kalki were both Saviors, and King of the End even encompassed Kalki.

Obtaining Kalki’s Spirit Status would certainly boost King of the End completion greatly.

Kalki instantly turned from His Excellency Ouroboros into prey.

If the old folks hesitated a moment, He, Krishna, would directly change name to follow Aslan.

“Say it—how do you plan to handle this? How should I cooperate?”

Krishna sighed. He chose to accept defeat, unless willing to abandon Kalki.