Little Garden 271-275

Title: Actually, I Wanted to Say, This Is Just a Visual Effect

In outer space, near Earth’s satellite orbit.

The figures of Aslan and Rama stood in the void.

Here, there was nothing but the planet beneath their feet.

Even the planet below, which seemed close enough, Rama knew was only an illusion of proximity.

But this was good. At least they didn’t have to worry about accidentally destroying Earth due to excessive power.

“Let’s just start.”

Rama observed the spatial structure here and realized this place had been given an effect similar to Zeno’s Paradox.

Approaching infinitely, reaching a point of infinitesimal positivity, yet always failing to close in.

However, he didn’t know how much consumption the other side expended to maintain such a space. At least there was some cost.

Thinking this, Rama self-deprecatingly laughed. Was he now pinning his hopes on such an empty possibility?

“Though I don’t know what you’re worried about, I won’t hold back because of it.”

The corner of Aslan’s mouth lifted slightly, and he joked.

Already fallen into despair? This is too unexciting, isn’t it?

Rama opened his mouth, then laughed in understanding.

“Is that so? Then that’s for the best.”

The Divine Sword of Salvation in his hand stretched and transformed, becoming a Golden Longbow.

He drew the bowstring and body, speaking in a serious tone.

“Be careful. This is the bow given to me by Shiva. Though I’ve lost the bow and arrows bestowed by Hou Yi, with the power currently blessed by the Gods, even if it can’t achieve the feat of shattering the Sun, it’s enough to destroy a star.”

At this point, Rama paused and said earnestly.

“Please don’t die here.”

“Starting with your strongest attack?”

Aslan raised an eyebrow, showing no other reaction. He was still wearing the light armor of Proto Arthur.

“I want to see if you can kill me.”

Rama fell silent, then slowly drew the bowstring.

On the bowstring, black lightning gradually formed and gathered.

Terrifying, highly concentrated magical power continued to compress, condense, and accumulate destructive force on the arrow.

The hero of Indian mythology most skilled in archery, Rama was no exception.

He ignored the damage to the longbow and pulled the string to full draw.

Then Rama’s fingers released the bowstring.

*SWOOSH!*

The golden arrow turned into a meteor, into light, charging at Aslan.

The arrow carried immense power, with terrifying force and speed, striking Aslan.

The next second, the arrow hit Aslan.

Then, the arrow was caught by him and thrown back at Rama with faster and fiercer force and speed than its original trajectory.

“What?”

Rama’s eyes widened, shouting in shock.

He never expected the opponent to directly catch his strongest attack and throw it back.

He couldn’t even confront it head-on.

“Divine Sword Mandala!”

Behind Rama, a massive magic formation suddenly appeared.

It was a square formation with sides about ten meters long.

The formation was divided into countless small squares by golden lines. Each square was a weapon bestowed by the Gods to Rama for exterminating Devil Kings.

Hundreds, even thousands of divine artifacts emerged, and golden lines spread.

At a glance, it was as if a golden mandala appeared behind Rama.

The divine swords stretched out, facing the divine arrow charging at him.

Rama roared.

“Go!”

The divine artifacts one by one turned into golden lightning, rushing toward the incoming arrow.

*SWOOSH!* *SWOOSH!* *SWOOSH!*

*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*

An extremely violent explosion occurred. What the eyes saw was golden flames. What the ears heard was dense explosions and unending roars.

*BOOM!* *BOOM!* *BOOM!*

Explosions continued. The light and heat generated even overshadowed the Sun’s glow.

At this moment, if viewed from Earth, it would seem as if an extra Sun had appeared in the sky.

In the midst of this evenly matched clash of power, Rama gritted his teeth. This also exerted no small pressure on him.

Instantly, he released the Divine Sword of Salvation, appeared to the side, and dodged the arrow.

Because this was meaningless beyond wasting magical power and mythological support.

After all, Aslan wasn’t using any abilities. He purely threw the arrow back with his physique alone.

“Already reacted?”

Aslan showed a slight smile, then raised his Star Holy Sword and pointed it at Rama.

“It was your turn to attack earlier. Now it should be my turn, right?”

“Round Table Conference, Commence!!”

Behind him, twelve figures appeared.

“This is the Star Holy Sword, the Holy Sword that shines to save the planet. Forged to defeat foreign enemies attempting to destroy the planet. It is the Golden Blade that can repel everything!”

An extremely powerful setting!

Rama’s eyes widened in shock.

(But actually, which is the World-Saving Sword—your holy sword or mine?)

For some reason, he felt his Divine Sword of Salvation was outclassed.

Though his Divine Sword of Salvation also bore titles like Devil King Annihilator Blade, Star-Felling Holy Sword, Platinum Blade, Blade of Certain Death that cuts all things in the world, and the End-Times Treasure Sword that can cleave heaven, earth, and planets.

“And it is too powerful to entrust the Holy Sword capable of slaying this planet’s enemies to a single person as armament. Therefore, the King of the ancient kingdom, along with the twelve knights under him, imposed strict restrictions on the Holy Sword and enforced them.”

An incantation from nowhere passionately chanted the legend of the Star Holy Sword.

“It is the second scabbard that conceals the true blade of the Holy Sword, the Thirteen Restraints.”

As the incantation praised, the sword blade in Aslan’s hand began to change. A shadow appeared on his sword.

“Only if multiplied honor and missions are fulfilled can the Holy Sword be released. And for full release, at least seven approvals are required. For the Holy Sword to reach maximum processing, all restraints must be released simultaneously.”

“Though the King and Twelve Knights are no longer on Earth, the restraints will operate eternally. When the King needs to release the Holy Sword, the Round Table Conference will automatically commence.”

Rama gripped the Divine Sword of Salvation, looking seriously at Aslan and the shadows gradually appearing behind him.

He must not let the opponent release the Holy Sword. Otherwise, there would be no chance of victory.

“Round Table Conference, Commence!”

With Aslan’s call, the Round Table Knights led by Lancelot began stepping forward.

“Not fighting fairies, Reject!”

“Must fight to survive, Reject!”

“Must fight one stronger than oneself, Reject!”

“Must be one-on-one combat, Approve!”

“Do not act against humanity, Approve!”

“Must fight to seek truth, Approve!”

“Must fight against evil, Reject!”

“Do not fight for personal desires, Approve!”

“Must fight for honor, Approve!”

“Must fight bravely, Approve!”

“Do not fight the good, Reject!”

“Do not fight women and children, Approve!”

One by one, the Twelve Knights stated their restraints, then gave their answers.

The release conditions finally reached exactly seven, meeting the full release standard.

Rama listened to the entire voting process of the Knights. He also counted in his mind. Upon hearing seven approvals, his eyes widened, staring sharply at the sword in his opponent’s hand.

At this moment, the sword had changed from a silver-white blade to a thick golden blade.

Danger.

An unimaginable sense of danger enveloped Rama’s heart. No escape, no hiding.

At this moment, he was as if locked by the world, only able to await death calmly.

At that instant, the God protecting him, who substituted for Rama to bear the Heretic God’s madness—Lakshmana, Rama’s younger brother—emerged from the Divine Sword.

The brown-skinned Lakshmana appeared half-bodied from the Divine Sword. Seeing Aslan holding the Holy Sword, a trace of unavoidable madness appeared in his eyes.

“Forgive me, Brother! Let me help you one last time!”

“This battle is not in accordance with humanity.”

Lakshmana shouted, then voluntarily charged at the sword blade, letting it pierce his body.

“You’ve already killed me. You can no longer kill my brother.”

Lakshmana’s thinking was simple. Since full release required seven restraints unlocked, he would prevent Aslan from releasing the Holy Sword.

For this, he was willing to sacrifice himself to disrupt the justice and humanity of this battle.

“Actually…”

“Forgive me, Brother. I can only help you this far.”

Before Lakshmana’s figure vanished, he turned toward Rama.

“Lakshmana!!”

Rama cried out in pain, somewhat unable to accept such reality.

The corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched speechlessly.

(Am I the villain here? Even against Rama, they chain emotional bonds.)

(We’re in outer space—still gathering emotional bonds?)

Unfortunately, this wasn’t a shonen manga. Even if his brother died and emotional bonds were gathered, Rama couldn’t possibly burst out again.

“Actually, I wanted to say, this is just a visual effect. And there’s still one restraint left unlocked.”

Aslan raised Excalibur and pointed it at Rama.

“This is a World-Saving Battle! Approve!”

“Divine Sword of Salvation, turn into lightning, destroy all evil!”

With Rama’s chant, intense white light accompanied by plasma lightning transformed into a white star forty to fifty meters tall.

Mighty thunder crackled within the star. Even a small leak seemed like a lightning strike.

“Divine Sword of Salvation, unleash your lightning power, annihilate the Devil King!”

“Divine lightning of salvation, destroy all obstacles, attain ultimate glory!”

Pure white lightning and a flood of starlight collided.

Displaying a fragmented stalemate.

However, as Aslan swung the Golden Blade in his hand.

A massive golden slash far larger than the white star cleaved through.

Directly reducing Rama, along with the white star he summoned with the Divine Sword of Salvation, to ashes.

Even the temporary separate space Aslan created was not spared from the impact and shattered.

-

Title: Grasping the Throat of Fate

“Well, after killing the King of the End, I should be able to become the new King of the End, right?”

Aslan narrowed his eyes, sensing the changes in his body…

Then felt no changes at all. Even the Divine Sword of Salvation, which should have been his war spoils, had turned into a rusted cleaver that looked like it had corroded for thousands of years.

Not a trace of divinity.

No, that wasn’t entirely accurate.

Aslan narrowed his eyes further, spotting invisible golden threads wrapped around the Divine Sword of Salvation.

Without hesitation, he almost immediately raised his hand.

“Come forth, Minelauva Iris!”

Golden magical power surged, and amid the spell, a female knight wielding a massive sword and clad in heavy armor manifested.

The Sixth Beast Vassal, Minelauva Iris.

One of the strongest Beast Vassals of the Fourth Primogenitor, possessing the ability to sever karma.

Minelauva Iris gripped her greatsword with both hands and slashed fiercely at the Divine Sword of Salvation.

The next second, all the golden threads snapped.

The threads, as if having lost their purpose, drifted aimlessly.

“Heh, low-grade threads of fate dare to snatch food from my hand?”

Aslan sneered, kicking the Divine Sword of Salvation toward Pandora.

With the aid of the Circle of Usurpation’s power, he seized the identity and Divine Authority of the King of the End from the sword.

A new King of the End was born!

Aslan closed his eyes, feeling the authority granted to him by the King of the End Spirit Status.

The Privilege of Devil King Annihilation!

When facing multiple enemies that fit the definition of Devil Kings, his power would multiply significantly.

“As expected, the stronger the Divine Authority, the more unavoidable side effects it carries.”

Sensing this Divine Authority, Aslan shook his head slightly.

It must be admitted—this Divine Authority was truly different from those obtained by slaying Heretic Gods. Those were mere fragments compared to the Authorities in the Little Garden.

The Privilege of Devil King Annihilation, strictly speaking, had reached the level of a Four-Digit Authority—and a very strong one among Four-Digit Authorities.

However, unlike the Eastern War God’s Ten Incarnations Divine Authority, this one didn’t delve too deeply.

It was an addition from the King of the End.

But as Aslan pondered,

In the original void, the severed golden threads seemed to sense the birth of the new King of the End.

They all surged forward, wrapping tightly around his body.

“Finally showing yourself, Goddess of Fate.”

Aslan sneered, suddenly reaching out. He grabbed the golden threads and yanked hard, dragging a figure out of the void.

It was a young goddess with shimmering golden hair, expressionless and unclothed.

In Greece, she was known as the three Fates: Atropos, Clotho, and Lachesis. In Norse mythology, she was Skuld. In Celtic mythology, she was Morrígan…

She was the most primordial Goddess of Fate, who drove and regulated the destinies of all, and the representative of the Power of Historical Correction.

She was the Goddess hidden in mythology, controlling fate, and the deity who bestowed the King of the End status upon Rama.

“You appeared because I became the King of the End, and fate slipped from your control?”

Aslan muttered to himself. After seeing the Goddess of Fate’s blank expression, he suddenly thought of something.

“Maybe this can be fully operated—making the Gods work for me and perfecting this King of the End Spirit Status?”

Aslan pinched the innocent face of the Goddess of Fate and murmured softly, completely ignoring her struggles in his embrace.

Struggles? Were struggles useful? Once this Goddess of Fate was discovered by him, her destiny was sealed.

There would only be one path: death.

It should be noted that the so-called Goddesses of Fate in mythology, in reality, mostly couldn’t even enter the Three-Digit category in the Little Garden.

What face did they have to still want to control fate?

Even the top Almighty Domains controlled the Little Garden’s situation through omniscience to manipulate information.

Two-Digit entities were nearly the same. There was never such a thing as fate.

Oh no, that wasn’t entirely accurate. It was somewhat absolute.

More precisely, the only existence in the Little Garden capable of influencing the fate of Gods was the Little Garden’s Central Core.

Yet even the Little Garden’s Central Core influenced things subtly and gradually.

In fact, the Little Garden’s Central Core’s support for Aslan had never ceased—it was all covert, unseen aid.

Slowly shifting situations to favor Aslan.

On a small scale, Gods couldn’t locate him through prophecy; even if they tried, only errors appeared, or instincts failed at critical moments requiring intuition.

On a large scale, it was the Protagonist Halo—smooth sailing, with time, place, and people all on his side.

Without the Little Garden’s Central Core’s support, Aslan, with even a bit of bad luck, could be instantly detected just by muttering in his mind to harm a certain Two-Digit entity.

It seemed unremarkable, but this was Aslan’s true capital for roaming the Little Garden.

Of course, the Goddess of Fate he captured certainly didn’t possess such abilities. Otherwise, there wouldn’t be a cleanser like the King of the End.

And she wouldn’t have been caught.

The Goddess of Fate frowned in displeasure. A slight emotional anger appeared on her expressionless face.

Then, after Aslan pinched her neck again, she suddenly stopped moving and became expressionless once more.

“This King of the End identity shouldn’t be limited to Arthur. I think anyone with a world-saving heart could bear the Gods’ protection and serve as this King of the End.”

Aslan said softly to the Goddess of Fate.

“What do you think?”

The Goddess of Fate said nothing, only staring at him calmly. At this moment, Aslan was the man grasping the throat of fate.

Of course, fate had to be controlled by him.

In the Campione world, there were many Gods worthy of serving as the King of the End. Whether it was Verethragna he had killed before, or Mithras in the Little Garden he had once slain.

Or Rama, whom he had just killed…

Thinking this, Aslan fell silent.

(Am I really the villain? Why have I slashed everyone connected to Saviors/Kings of the End?)

(Ahem, ahem, ignore those losers. Now I’m the King of the End.)

Even Aslan could boldly claim that all Gods related to Steel qualified to be the King of the End.

Lancelot could too. Steel Goddesses were also Steel.

Of course, among them were surely his old friends—members of the former Ouroboros.

Aslan was certain this enticing King of the End Spirit Status would tempt them to taste it and fight for it.

Especially the Almighty Domains whose Spirit Statuses had long stagnated.

As long as the King of the End Spirit Status had potential to become Two-Digit—even if it was just bait—they would forge it at their own expense.

A Two-Digit opportunity was worth them abandoning reason and going fully mad.

“Alright, happily decided.”

The corner of Aslan’s mouth curved into a wicked smile. He was always utterly unscrupulous.

His stance had always aligned with the Little Garden, Shiroyasha, and Human History. Naturally opposing the Gods.

Tricking the Gods, Aslan felt no psychological burden.

“I just hope when the Gods realize the true source of the King of the End Spirit Status is the final Savior chosen by mythology, they won’t curse.”

“No, I can’t bear a pot this big. I need someone to share it.”

As he spoke, Aslan pinched the small face of the captured Goddess of Fate again. He lowered his head, as if remembering something.

“What do you think about you carrying this pot?”

“If you don’t speak, I’ll take it as agreement.”

Aslan laughed heartily.

A King of the End Spirit Status born in fictional mythology, recognized by the Little Garden’s Central Core as having Two-Digit potential.

But how many would smile in this play?

Aslan was cautious and careful. How could he bear such a massive pot alone?

Besides this captured Goddess of Fate, Aslan also thought of another perfect pot-bearer.

His beloved, troublemaking Canaria.

It was common knowledge that the Campione world’s mythology was fiction. So, who was the ancient sage who helped humanity create this fictional mythology?

Hard to guess.

Right, Canaria?

Double pot-bearers for safety.

As for Aslan, he was just a passing Savior Arthur who accidentally saved the world and ended up as the King of the End.

What did this world’s pot have to do with poor, innocent Arthur?

As for Aslan, shouldn’t he still be gathering with Karyou in Arcadia right now?

Shiroyasha could testify.

Having a persona and scapegoats was truly delightful.

Aslan showed a faint smile, then slapped this Goddess of Fate into his Pseudo-Mythology.

Thanks to her relevance to mythology and the Power of Historical Correction, along with her unique Spirit Status and nature.

Killing her would be too wasteful. Better to use her as an Artifact Spirit.

It would also accelerate the formation and forging of his Pseudo-Mythology.

And make this Goddess of Fate more fitting of her name.

Of course, it would also make it easier for Aslan to shift blame, throwing the black pot onto her and Canaria.

The Power of Historical Correction and the Fictional Historian were a perfect pair.

Of course, it must be admitted—the innocent divine girl looked quite appealing. At least she was cute, right?

If it were a man, Aslan might have killed him long ago.

“Next, time to return and see how Athēná’s affairs have been settled.”

Aslan showed a faint smile. Athēná had specifically borrowed the Blessing of the Goddess of Victory from him, preparing to clean house in Greece herself—for revenge.

-

Title: Why Call It a Bug? It’s Clearly a Feature!

The former site of Saitenguu. No, it couldn’t be called a former site—ruins would be more accurate.

Aslan stepped out of the void.

Several figures amid the rubble suddenly turned and looked toward him.

At that moment, Luo Hao and Guinevere showed expressions of relief. Only Lancelot sighed briefly after a startle.

In the eyes of all three, Aslan’s appearance already explained the final outcome.

However, the power fluctuations above had been quite shocking, making them feel as if Earth might accidentally vanish.

At that time, Athena also emerged from the Netherworld. Aslan asked in a cheerful tone.

“Have the Greek Gods been dealt with?”

“Of course. I’ve exacted the Earth Goddess’s revenge and seized the authority of the Greek King of Gods.”

The corner of Athena’s mouth lifted, and she spoke with great delight.

Though defeating Zeus and the others was inseparable from the blessings of another Athena.

But wasn’t that other Athena still Athena? Wasn’t defeating Zeus Athena’s achievement?

Borrowing power from another self—what kind of foul was that?

Aslan nodded and glanced at the Netherworld behind Athena.

“Now our plan only leaves the Heretic Gods hiding in the Netherworld.”

Mythology had been seized almost entirely, especially after Athena defeated the Greek Gods.

And the forging progress of the Pseudo-Mythology had reached ninety-five percent.

After this, they only needed to clean up Heretic Gods like Susanoo hiding in the Netherworld, and the final step could be completed.

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A few days later, Mount Lu (Lushan).

After defeating the King of the End, Aslan openly resided in a small monastery on Mount Lu.

For several consecutive days, Aslan and Athena advanced their plan together.

Athena, Luo Hao, Lancelot, and the other God Slayer all cleared the involved Heretic Gods in the Netherworld, sending them to slumber in the “mythology” Aslan specially created for them.

Because this was a collective action, coupled with the Goddess of Fate’s guidance, all remaining Gods in the Netherworld had been purged.

Additionally, Aslan’s plan to introduce magic technology was progressing steadily.

Though it had only appeared in the world’s view for less than a month, its development speed was already catching up to modern technology standards.

After all, the Campione world was a modern society with a complete system, where power was tightly held by God Slayer.

In Aslan’s view, this level was sufficient. The age of magic had begun.

Pushing further would be impolite and easily expose his little schemes.

Morning, beneath a pine tree on Mount Lu, Aslan lay on Guinevere’s lap, gazing deeply at the sky.

His vision pierced the outer appearance of reality, seeing the empty mythology in the Netherworld. The Gods were all sleeping peacefully there.

A scene like this was far more terrifying than Ragnarok (Twilight of the Gods).

“By the way, isn’t mythology too quiet now?”

Aslan sighed, then smiled and shook his head.

“Forget it, quiet is better. Too lively isn’t good either.”

“It’ll get lively sooner or later.”

In the form of a sixteen-year-old girl, Athena wore a Greek-style white robe and an olive wreath on her head, appearing beside Aslan.

“It’s estimated that after they accept that fictional mythology and faith power gathers again, the Gods will awaken once more.”

“At that time, it will be a battle between Gods and humans.”

Athena shrugged and sighed. She could see Aslan was playing a grand chess game, one beyond imagination.

“So, now it’s time to observe this world and return.”

Aslan shrugged, speaking indifferently.

Once this world was observed, nearly all Gods in mythology—except those he protected—would be absorbed by their counterparts in the Little Garden.

This was also one of Aslan’s ways to avoid detection during this Historical Transition Period.

Athena didn’t refute, even falling somewhat silent.

In the end, escape was impossible? Though mentally prepared.

Athena self-deprecated.

“True, we should prepare to face that person.”

Aslan paused upon hearing this, understanding who Athena meant. The Athena in the Little Garden.

Since borrowing the blessing from Aslan, she had entered this state, isolating herself…

How could the other Athena be this strong?

Aslan sighed slightly, reaching out to pat Athena’s shoulder.

“Relax, the other Athena’s situation isn’t much different from yours now. She also has to be cautious of an even stronger Athena.”

Athena turned to him in confusion, seemingly doubting her life.

(No way. Buddy, are you serious? Are there that many problematic Athenas?)

She thought the War and Wisdom Goddess in the Little Garden was strong enough, but Aslan was telling her there was an even greater one?

Yet the next second, Athena felt somewhat gleeful.

At least she wasn’t unlucky alone.

“I don’t care about that.”

Athena shook her head, then smiled at Aslan.

“I just want to ask you one question. Namely, how many existences will be offended by my Trinitarian Spirit Status.”

Aslan looked at Athena with a very strange expression, speaking with slight embarrassment.

“Haven’t I told you?”

“Told me what?”

Athena tilted her head, asking in slight surprise.

The corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched several times, then he sighed.

“You just need to know that no matter how small or brief the mythology, in the Little Garden it at least corresponds to a mid-to-high-tier Pantheon.”

Small Pantheons? They didn’t even qualify for consideration, unworthy of leaving a trace in Human History.

“So what?”

Athena laughed at this point.

“It’s impossible for every Athena in every mythology to have Four-Digit power, right?”

Aslan opened his mouth, his expression extremely odd.

Seeing this, Athena’s eyelids twitched. She said with a somewhat embarrassed face.

“No way, right?”

Aslan nodded slightly at this point, correcting.

“Not Four-Digit, but basically Legendary Four-Digit, with an upper limit of Three-Digit.”

This time, Athena’s expression directly twisted somewhat. She muttered to herself.

“Surrounded by wolves? No wonder you want to send me to the other Athena.”

She herself barely remembered how many Athena identities existed in other mythologies. But most named mythologies had her persona.

Athena suspected her very existence was an unimaginable bomb.

With a hole this big, could Aslan really bear the pot upon return?

Wouldn’t the Little Garden Athena immediately strangle Aslan?

If she remembered correctly, Aslan and Athena seemed allied…

At this moment, Athena seemed to understand why those Two-Digit entities would choose to destroy this world if those words weren’t hidden.

As Athena fell silent, Aslan said with a smile.

“Enough, ignore that. Let’s talk about something else. By the way, how’s the optimization of Dark Christmas and the Circle of Usurpation?”

“Optimized as per your request, reaching the stage of seizing and granting Authorities without side effects.”

Speaking of this, Athena’s face showed clear confusion.

“But shouldn’t the Little Garden have more mature methods for seizing and granting Authorities?”

“There really isn’t one for this. After all, authorities are engraved in Spirit Status, and any method involving Spirit Status is strictly forbidden in the Little Garden.”

At that point, Aslan said with a disgusted face.

“This is also one of the few rules made by the Heavenly Army that’s still humane.”

“Then what about you??”

“I’m just planning to host a Gift Game. Planning ahead so I can provide a perfect solution later.”

Aslan said with a mischievous expression.

The corner of Athena’s mouth twitched. As expected, she worried in vain.

This man’s boldness far exceeded her imagination. He wasn’t afraid or intimidated at all.

Of course, his methods were also chained, especially that Unofficial History method.

It gave Athena chills. And if she remembered correctly, since Aslan arrived in the Little Garden, it had never been peaceful.

“But what about you? Has the fourth-generation Greek King of Gods Spirit Status been condensed? Has the authority been integrated?”

“Even if it’s just a prototype integrated King of Gods authority, it might get one free authority and reach Four-Digit Outlier.”

After all, as long as it’s a God, natural Gods and Buddhas are granted Four-Digit Spirit Status upon arriving in the Little Garden. Artificial Gods and Buddhas get Five-Digit Spirit Status.

Even embarrassing existences like Japan’s Eight Million Gods, as long as they’re Gods, are Five-Digit.

And if it’s an existence in mythology with a corresponding empty Spirit Status in the Little Garden? It will directly occupy the Divinity, becoming the corresponding God.

For example, Loki in the Little Garden is dead. If Loki from the Campione world went there, this Loki would directly gain Loki’s Divinity and ascend in one step.

Most Five-Digit entities in Little Garden Pantheons come from this. The so-called Million Pantheons are the same.

Of course, their combat power is somewhat embarrassing—more so than Shirayuki-hime.

The fourth-generation Greek King of Gods Spirit Status should at least get Four-Digit Outlier for free.

Of course, provided Zeus and Athena don’t object. Otherwise, it could easily trigger a Divinity war.

“Hopefully it works.”

But Athena didn’t have much confidence in directly jumping to Four-Digit Outlier.

She really couldn’t imagine an existence like the Little Garden’s Central Core having a bug like this?

No, why call it a bug? It’s clearly a Feature!

If Aslan knew what Athena was thinking, he’d definitely defend it that way.

Thinking this, Athena couldn’t help asking.

“How much longer until the Little Garden observes?”

Aslan thought for a moment and looked at Guinevere.

“Wait a bit more. Until Lily and the others have a basic understanding of the Little Garden. And I also need to teach Guinevere Poet Spirit Status knowledge, right?”

“I understand.”

Athena nodded, leaving only Guinevere gazing at Aslan with affection, and Aslan resting while guiding Guinevere in learning Poet knowledge.

Of course, this was very serious teaching. In fact, the Poet status in the Little Garden is very high. Both Gods and heroes need Poets.

After all, poems written and sung by Poets can often enhance influence to a certain extent, boost Spirit Status, and spread merits.

Sometimes, the price of a Poet’s poem is no less than ordinary divinity.

-

Title: Current Victim Is Emotionally Stable

Outer Gate 1224 of the Little Garden, Mount Olympus.

Atop the majestic sacred mountain filled with palaces, dark clouds appeared out of nowhere.

Then lightning flashed, thunder roared, winds howled, and night enveloped the earth.

Even the true sun descended from the sky, transforming into a Divine Bird spreading its wings above Mount Olympus.

Subsequently, six grand Wills descended upon Mount Olympus from the Upper Three-Digit Heavenly Layer.

“Athena, come out!”

“Come out!”

Voices containing terrifying Wills shook the atmosphere. The Temple of the Goddess of Wisdom, protected by intricate divine patterns, trembled incessantly at this moment.

This was the venting of anger from existences at the level of Kings of Gods, residing in the Almighty Domain (Three-Digit).

Howling winds, flashing lightning, pitch-black night, quaking earth, and golden eyes staring at the ground.

Each phenomenon was a manifestation of rage from one Almighty Domain.

Then, the golden Divine Bird embodying the Sun descended.

The true golden Sun flames burned the vegetation of Mount Olympus, turning the once-forested mountaintop into a gigantic torch.

*RUMBLE!*

The sound of waves resounded!

Poseidon took action.

Wave after wave descended from the sky, quickly submerging the entire Mount Olympus.

While extinguishing the terrifying true Sun flames, it also saved the buildings and vegetation on the mountain, adding a blue protective shield.

Then, in the sky, a gigantic sea-blue human face appeared out of nowhere, staring at the golden Sun Divine Bird and speaking in a rather dissatisfied tone.

“Neith, instead of staying in the Egyptian Pantheon Domain, what are you doing coming to my Mount Olympus to burn things?”

At that moment, the golden Divine Bird raised its head, and a cold female voice emerged from its beak.

“Poseidon, this matter has nothing to do with you. Tell Athena to come out and meet me!”

(You’re looking for Athena, why burn my temple…) Poseidon sneered inwardly but still spoke firmly.

“Athena is not home. I’m in charge today.”

Though he was unhappy with Athena becoming the fourth-generation King of Gods, he was still the current King of Gods of Olympus.

No matter how severe internal contradictions, no one would hesitate when facing external enemies.

That’s why Poseidon dared to step forward.

Meanwhile, the faintly flickering lightning in the sky continued to intensify.

A certain Will was restrained in the sky, not yet unleashed.

(Zeus has arrived…) Neith knew clearly in her heart and understood why Greece let Poseidon step forward instead of Zeus.

If the Pantheon-leading King of Gods clashed directly, it could easily trigger a God War. Especially since the Star God War, after Zeus defeated Typhon.

No one knew if Zeus had truly stepped beyond that boundary.

Currently, most existences compared Zeus to the Halloween Queen, meaning Zeus was secretly considered a Three-Digit Outlier.

Just the manifestation of Zeus’s Will represented his stance and was also a threat.

However, now Neith was not afraid of Zeus. She came to hold Athena accountable and was unafraid of Zeus’s threat.

Unless Zeus was truly willing to tear face completely.

“Poseidon, I suggest you step aside, or have Athena come out and give me an explanation!”

The golden Divine Bird, the embodiment of Neith’s Will, suddenly changed form. A golden winged serpent—a Dragon—appeared in its place.

Golden divinity spread, and war drums echoed in the atmosphere.

This was the Divinity of War, and even the Divinity of War from the Greek Pantheon.

“Athena’s Divinity?”

Poseidon looked at Neith and let out a confused sound. If he wasn’t mistaken, what appeared on Neith’s body was Athena’s Divinity.

“Hmm?”

From behind the lightning, Zeus also made a confused sound.

He was also shocked. Had Athena infiltrated spies into the Egyptian Pantheon, developing branches to their King of Gods?

That wasn’t right either. The content of this War Divinity manifestation clearly showed that Neith was an Avatar of Athena?

The Supreme God of Egypt, the negative side of the Sun God Ra, the King of Gods Neith was Athena’s Avatar?

Was today really April Fools’?

No? Wait? Zeus suddenly realized that his own Spirit Status had also changed.

(Why is there a trace of Ba’al’s Spirit Status in my body? And it’s a Two-in-One phenomenon?)

Almost the next second, Zeus understood what was happening.

The Spirit Status shift caused by the Little Garden’s Central Core observing a new Mythological Worldview.

Only, this Mythological Worldview… Why was it like a ghost?

After receiving memories from the Campione world’s Zeus, the corner of Zeus’s mouth twitched.

A few hundred Gods supporting an entire mythology… What kind of magical worldview was this?

Of course, only Two-Digit entities that merged into one would spontaneously absorb their other-world selves, even view their memories, and absorb them.

Though Zeus wasn’t Two-Digit, he also wasn’t an ordinary Three-Digit. His Spirit Status was bound to Human History. The strength of his Spirit Status depended entirely on Human History’s support.

Though not Two-Digit, it didn’t prevent him from having some Two-Digit characteristics.

As for other existences, they could only sense their Spirit Status had shifted but could only absorb possibilities from their homologs through the Little Garden’s Central Core’s observation.

And couldn’t directly turn another Zeus into an Avatar and absorb everything from him like Zeus did.

Other existences wanting to achieve this step would at least need to be in the same world.

It could only be said that Athena gained benefits and misfortune at the same time…

But whose doing was this?

Zeus narrowed his eyes.

It could only be said that this was both good and bad.

The good was that since a few hundred Gods in that world supported the entire mythology, and Trinitarian Spirit Statuses like Athena’s weren’t a minority.

This was considered seeing dawn for many existences stagnant for years.

But the bad was that the scope affected was a bit too wide. The Little Garden would become lively.

Hopefully it wouldn’t trigger chaos like in the dawn era.

A trace of pity flashed in Zeus’s eyes. As the Great Father God, he really didn’t want to see more children lose parents.

He also didn’t want to see the newly peaceful Little Garden plunged into war again.

Thoughts passed in an instant.

In the sky, the Sun appeared.

Within the Sun, a figure wearing a tall hat, with flames burning on his shoulders and an unclear face, sat on a Golden Throne, looking down at Mount Olympus.

The sea-blue face suddenly frowned and uttered the newcomer’s name in a low voice.

“Shamash? Why is He here?”

Shamash, the Sun and Justice God of the Mesopotamian Pantheon.

In this nearly destroyed Pantheon in the Little Garden, several grand existences still remained in the Upper Layer.

And Shamash, the Sun and Justice God, was one of them—a very strong Almighty Domain among Three-Digits.

There were no weak Sun Gods.

In the sky, Shamash spoke in a low voice.

“Tell Athena to come out, Zeus. You cannot protect her.”

“I only want to reclaim the Divinity of my fallen daughter, Nanna. I don’t want to cause strife.”

Hearing this, Zeus frowned and sighed.

How many existences were affected by Athena’s Trinitarian Spirit Status?

In other words, it should be asked who wasn’t affected.

It was estimated that without an explanation today, it wouldn’t end.

And the unlucky ones were Athena and the Greek Pantheon again.

Zeus sighed.

Amid lightning and thunder, a charismatic voice resounded.

“I will have Athena give as much explanation as possible.”

At that moment, in the sky shrouded in dark clouds, the Eye of Horus slowly opened.

Isis, the Life and Death Goddess of the Egyptian Pantheon, no longer remained silent and conveyed Her Will.

“Explanation? What explanation? Since she dared to tarnish our Divinity, shouldn’t Athena be prepared for war?”

Isis spoke in a very bad tone.

Anyone waking up to suddenly find themselves an Avatar of another—would their mood be good?

What was the point of Athena altering mythology out of boredom and making her her Avatar?

Since when did that Athena woman do something so foolish?

The mythological shift and Spirit Status shift brought by the Campione world observation had different impacts on different people.

Like Her, she only found herself becoming Athena’s Avatar. Besides that, she felt no other changes.

Isis didn’t ask for much. She also knew Athena wasn’t easy to mess with. She just wanted Athena to give an explanation.

She didn’t even mention compensation.

Time passed minute by minute. Isis, receiving no response for a long time, sighed.

“War or peace, give an answer!”

Athena wasn’t easy to mess with, but Isis wasn’t just anyone either.

Moreover, the Egyptian Pantheon’s power wasn’t weak—only slightly inferior to the Greek Pantheon.

As soon as the words fell, golden lightning pierced the sky, striking the Eye of Horus in the sky.

Then, the lightning fell, hitting the ground with a massive rumble, also revealing its true form.

It was a completely golden spear, continuously calling for victory.

At that moment, a cold female voice came from the Temple of Wisdom.

“If you want war, then war it is.”

Athena proclaimed war.

(As expected, it’s come to this step?)

Zeus sighed inwardly and simultaneously manifested his form to state his stance.

A middle-aged man with wavy golden hair, bearded, and mature charm appeared.

“Stand down, all of you. Mount Olympus is not a place for you to vent!”

“Fine, fine, fine. Zeus, prepare for war!”

Isis sneered. Neith and Shamash stood silently behind her, stating their stance.

Daring to make other Gods Avatars of oneself—this was already a life-and-death relationship in the Little Garden. They came to negotiate only out of respect for Zeus.

But now since Zeus didn’t respect them, don’t blame them for being impolite.

Seeing the Almighty Domain Wills—projections from the Upper Layer—retreat, Zeus sighed and looked toward the Temple of Wisdom.

(Nana still refuses to yield.)

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Title: Athena: Isn’t That Just Poop-Flavored Chocolate? I’ll Do It! Huek

In the end, the six Almighty Domains retreated after both Athena and Zeus declared their Wills.

After Zeus appeared, Poseidon the Sea King, Apollo the Light God, and Artemis the Moon Goddess also manifested.

Poseidon and Apollo looked at Zeus in confusion. They didn’t understand why he chose to side with Athena.

The muscular, dark-skinned youth with sharp features and curly seaweed-like hair stepped forward, walking in front of Zeus and questioning him with a frown.

“Zeus, we need an explanation!”

Zeus smiled and didn’t respond to Poseidon’s question, instead changing the subject.

“You’ll understand after meeting Athena.”

“Hmph.”

Poseidon snorted in annoyance. He was already unhappy with Zeus becoming the Greek King of Gods, especially after Zeus became the Great Father God with a Spirit Status bound to Human History.

This half-dead, indifferent state had caused Zeus to lose authority within the Greek Pantheon.

Seeing this, Zeus didn’t mind, simply smiling as he led Poseidon, Apollo, and Artemis toward the Temple of Wisdom.

After the three Gods arrived at the temple entrance, Artemis voluntarily stepped forward first.

After all, the Temple of Wisdom was Athena’s private domain. How could the Virgin Goddess’s temple easily allow outsiders in?

The tightly closed tall stone gates of the temple opened automatically. Seeing this scene.

Artemis didn’t hesitate and immediately stepped inside.

Passing through a long corridor, the silver-haired Goddess walked to the center of the temple. Beneath the giant Goddess statue, she saw Athena.

At this moment, Athena was closing her eyes, strengthening her Spirit Status. But the chants surrounding her body also revealed her state.

[Great Queen of the Trinity!]

[You are the embodiment of Wisdom, You are the mercy of the Earth, You are the incarnation of War, You are the plunderer of the Heavens.]

[You are the Supreme King of Gods!]

Hearing such chants, Artemis immediately assessed Athena’s current state.

Seeing this, Artemis stepped forward and asked with a frown.

“Athena, whose plan are you following? Or…”

(Is this your own plan gone wrong?)

The last sentence, Artemis didn’t ask. In her view, if it was truly Athena’s plan, it was impossible to go wrong.

But Athena’s Spirit Status right now was too unstable.

She could truly see that Athena’s Spirit Status was shifting and ascending toward the fourth-generation King of Gods.

But Athena was suppressing this Spirit Status shift.

After all, the Greek Pantheon’s current situation wasn’t good. The Greek Pantheon dominated too much faith and had become a thorn in the side of many Pantheons.

If not for the Greek Pantheon hiding in the Lower Layer, plus Christianity in the Upper Layer drawing attention, the situation would be worse.

But Christianity at least had the Holy Son as a Two-Digit. The Greek Pantheon was very awkward.

Though Zeus was strong as the Great Father God, the Great Father God’s power clearly couldn’t be used freely.

The Gods were wary but not overly so. At least the deterrence wasn’t as strong as the Holy Son’s.

Moreover, now, besides Buddhism, Christianity had the most Three-Digits. Three-Digits weren’t afraid of being besieged by Pantheons at all.

If Athena’s state was exposed, many existences would surely come to cause trouble.

Facing Artemis’s question, Athena shook her head, indicating she wasn’t entirely sure.

“An unfinished Four-in-One King of Gods Spirit Status? It does suit you somewhat.”

Artemis looked at her suspiciously. Wasn’t this Athena’s plan?

Wasn’t it Athena’s attack on the King of Gods throne?

Of course, she didn’t mind Athena becoming the next-generation King of Gods.

“Yes. Unfortunately, the Little Garden’s Central Core is still fluctuating. The transforming Spirit Status cannot fully manifest.”

Athena answered calmly, though she was also somewhat confused inside.

Who would give her such a massive gift?

Yes, a massive gift. Though this massive gift was a bit hard to realize.

But in Athena’s current view, this Spirit Status was very helpful to her. Though it might not necessarily help her become Two-Digit, it could at least advance her a big step.

But for some reason, she sensed an ominous aura in this Spirit Status.

This Spirit Status always gave her a very strange feeling.

Like poop-flavored chocolate, making one uncomfortable.

The more curious it made one.

However, this clearly wasn’t the time to investigate this, but to handle the Almighty Domains coming to demand accountability.

Thinking this, Athena reached out. Several silver-white light points appeared and materialized in her hand.

“By the way, Artemis, help me give this Divinity to Hestia in the Heavens and ask Her to mediate on my behalf.”

Issues involving diplomacy were best left to Hestia with her wide network.

This Greek Main God Head, with her gentle nature and most of the network inherited from Gaia, perfectly suited Athena’s current needs.

At least, most Almighty Domains were willing to give Hestia face.

Otherwise, if she stepped forward, the end result would be war! War! War!

Understand what a true Greek War Goddess means!

“I understand.”

Artemis sighed, storing the Divinity, then warned Athena.

“Be careful.”

Athena nodded slightly and saw Artemis off.

Then, Athena’s previously calm face filled with deep seriousness. This seriousness was far heavier than when she learned of another far stronger Athena.

“Strange, who exactly planned this against me?”

Athena was truly confused. Her level of confusion was no less than the Almighty Domains coming to demand accountability—or rather, she was the most confused.

Who would give her a Spirit Status with such high compatibility for no clear reason?

Not a Great Triple like Hermes.

As the God of Thieves and Commerce, Hermes had no way to succeed on the Great Triple Hermes path (alchemist, mysticism, divination).

Breaking into Three-Digit with that alone was already a huge gain.

If not for the other Athena, she could fully become Two-Digit with this Spirit Status.

Her wisdom told her that as long as she was willing, she could directly complete over seventy-five percent of this Spirit Status.

Athena thought long but couldn’t find who wanted to harm her? Or purely intended to gift her? Or just to disgust her.

But honestly, Athena was quite aware of her network in the Little Garden.

No need to talk about how many friends she had. Artemis and Hestia were already the existences with the best relations to her.

But she also didn’t have overly hostile enemies? Even if there were, she had surely sent them back to Human History (for resurrection loading).

As for other enemies, it was more pure interest conflicts, but not to the point of aiding enemies.

Unless someone knew about her impossible Two-Digit difficulty?

But this was even less likely. The issue of the other Athena, a multiverse far stronger than the Little Garden, only a few Two-Digits knew.

Ordinary Two-Digits might not even know.

If others knew, they might not sleep soundly.

Telling her would only be to warn her.

Athena frowned deeply.

One by one Pantheons, one by one enemies eliminated.

Finally, after eliminating all objects, Athena focused on one person.

Someone with strong ability, strong potential, and the lucky heir of the Chinese Pantheon legacy—Aslan.

(Could it be him?) Athena thought with full doubt.

If it was Aslan, she felt slightly relieved. Though it didn’t mean Aslan had no thoughts of disgusting her.

Aslan was also among the very few existences who knew about the multiverse with Overgod existences.

And his relationship with Algol was very good—or rather, somewhat abnormal.

Thinking this way, suspicion toward Aslan grew higher.

But just to disgust her, giving her such a massive gift?

Was it worth it? Could Aslan be as crazy as Algol?

Even if she couldn’t become Two-Digit, this Spirit Status still had immense value to her.

But soon, this option was eliminated again by Athena.

“The time is too short…”

Athena sat on a cushion and said with a sigh.

Aslan had only come to the Little Garden a few months ago. In such a short time, to create such a massive mythological shift. Unless he observed a world where mythology existed, and that world also had the possibility for her to become the fourth-generation King of Gods.

But a world where mythology existed was already hard to observe, let alone having a Trinitarian Athena.

If it was true, it could only be said that Athena was extremely lucky.

“Forget it, just put him on the suspect list.”

After all, besides Aslan, she really couldn’t find anyone else to suspect.

“Unfortunately, this Trinitarian Spirit Status hasn’t manifested. Otherwise, I could get more information.”

When saying this, Athena felt a slight bad premonition.

The next second, the Spirit Status shift speed suddenly increased. She sensed Spirit Status resonance, sensing the other Athenas’ existences.

She closed her eyes and fell into a half-conscious enlightenment state.

She stood, looked around, and saw a marble church with only a few hundred years of history.

And her current position was in the garden beside the church, not far from a fountain and woods.

“In the end, still discovered?”

A soft voice sounded. Athena suddenly turned, looking behind. In the night-shrouded woods, she saw a petite figure.

The figure wore a cat-ear knit hat, modern sailor uniform-style clothes, and had vertical snake-like eyes.

A deep sighing sound. The petite figure turned to ash, blown away bit by bit from the feet by the wind.

Suddenly, Athena opened her eyes, crouching on the ground with a serious expression. Her brain couldn’t think for a short time.

Her face pale, the corner of her mouth slightly trembling. Her mouth slightly opened and closed.

Finally, she said in a complicated tone.

“Trinity of Heaven and Earth Goddess: Athena, Medusa, Metis…”

Athena was silent for a long time. Finally, she said with a distorted face.

“Why does it have to be Medusa?”

At this moment, Athena even wanted to vomit, but she forcibly held it back.

The “massive gift” someone gave her earlier, Athena now only wanted to take back her words.

This wasn’t a massive gift at all!! It was clearly made to disgust her!

Exactly like poop-flavored chocolate, or chocolate-flavored poop.

Making one nauseous and want to vomit.

“But do I really have to give up?”

Athena was still somewhat reluctant. Giving up just like that was too wasteful. The path to Two-Digit was already hard to find.

Now, this wide path stretched before her. It was almost impossible for her to give up just like that!

This was an open strategy, an unsolvable open strategy!

Athena gritted her teeth and finally made a decision.

“Isn’t it just becoming one with my already dead mother and the person I hate most?”

“Isn’t it just poop-flavored chocolate?”

“I’ll endure!!”

Disgusting or not, seize this opportunity first!

Athena suppressed her disgust toward Algol and accepted the Spirit Status shift brought by the Trinitarian Athena.

Of course, before this step, she still had a way out. After all, though mythological shift would affect Divinity and Spirit Status, like returning Divinity.

Athena could reject this change. The mythological shift speed affecting Spirit Status was still somewhat slow, not as fast as the impact on Divinity.

But the next second, after accepting the unfinished Trinitarian Spirit Status, Athena also received…

“Huek”!!

Athena couldn’t hold back her nausea and fully vomited a rainbow.

“Algol, I’ll kill you!!!!”

Athena saw the words Stupid Adina on her face with a pale expression, and the seasoning Algol added to Medusa’s possibility.

If she accepted this possibility, she had to accept her face developing toward Algol’s trend.

Though Algol’s appearance was top-tier in the Little Garden.

But once Athena imagined spending her days with Algol’s face…

Better to kill her quickly.

She seemed to hear Algol’s laughter right now.

“Ugly one, Al-chan feels you’re too ugly, too disgusting, so Al-chan decided to help you become prettier.”

“No need to thank Al-chan!”

Then Athena couldn’t hold back dry heaving again.

Now suspicion could be cleared. This was clearly Aslan and Algol’s doing!