Little Garden 231-235

Title: You Have No Father, But You Have Me

“Feels like this kid better at causing trouble than Canaria.”

Just leaving Arcadia, Prithvi said emotionally to Uesugi in front.

Seeing Aslan’s calm reaction earlier, though looked very normal, key was reaction too flat.

Always premonition Christianity matter not unrelated to him, perhaps this kid secretly made big surprise.

This kid holds grudges.

“Mithras died.”

Uesugi said sighing, back to Prithvi.

“Can drop word ‘feels’. He’s indeed better at causing trouble than Canaria.”

“No? Who died? Mithras that old monster died? Impossible!?”

Prithvi frowned, said slightly disbelieving.

“Didn’t he claim alternate identity of That One? Killed just like that?”

“Wait, you mean really dead, right? Not...”

Prithvi thought more serious possibility, unconsciously opened mouth, but held question.

“More or less as you think.”

Uesugi nodded slightly, looked Little Garden’s sun, slightly squinted.

“No longer observed Mithras’s Spirit Status in Human History.”

In Little Garden, truly kill God or Buddha, even artificial God or Buddha very difficult.

Because after God or Buddha dies, Spirit Status returns to Human History, absorbs Faith and Merit from Human History, until supports return of that God or Buddha.

Moreover, Almighty Domain like Mithras surely has uncertain number alternate identities outside. Return only faster.

And as Heavenly Army, another special duty, protect waiting-to-return God or Buddha, ensure other existences not occupy that God or Buddha’s Faith, ensure can return.

Hearing this, Prithvi’s expression bit strange.

“Isn’t there another possibility? Namely Mithras’s Spirit Status swallowed by another existence, occupying Faith.”

“And existences can do this step not many, but still one or two in Little Garden.”

Here, Prithvi’s face became strange.

“For example, Indra?”

Instantly air silent. Uesugi turned, stared Prithvi shocked.

(No, how could pin this blame on Indra?)

“If Indra, still better. At least we not too restricted.”

While saying, Uesugi sighed.

“Just, think possible?”

Indra now no longer strongest War God then, who alone subdued Last Trial of Mankind: Kali Yuga, alone subdued Azi Dahaka and stronger evil dragon Vritra, during Descent to Humanity period.

Indra then truly Little Garden’s number one, besides Halloween Queen, Three-Digit.

Even most Gods and Buddhas then suspected if Indra also Three-Digit like Halloween Queen, or even Two-Digit cosmic truth.

Almighty Domain.

Existence even Ultra Purity must treat respectfully.

Unlike now, Indra became Pathetic God anyone can trample. Even dared not release Descent to Humanity status, return to Heaven.

Afraid if released Descent to Humanity status, couldn’t maintain Three-Digit Spirit Status.

That just start real disaster.

But even now, Indra couldn’t protect own daughter. Estimated many existences already guessed Indra’s current status.

Started testing Heavenly Army limits.

Moon Shadow City one of their tests, revealed Indra’s paper tiger true nature.

Hearing this, Prithvi also sighed, understood Uesugi’s meaning.

“Just, if so, doesn’t prove Aslan involved with Last Trial of Mankind? At least Christianity has reason frame that kid.”

“Regardless if Aslan truly involved with Last Trial of Mankind, as long as this reason, life likely not easy.”

How could Christianity care if Aslan truly involved with Last Trial of Mankind? Just wanted target him.

Moreover, current Christianity mostly inherited style when Lord of Hosts still around. Disregard rules, once get chance, directly strike.

Those fanatics didn’t care this or that, or any reason.

“But hard now, this kid seems really related to that Angra Mainyu...”

Prithvi sighed. Words behind, Uesugi understood without saying.

How Vasavi Shakti returned, they also had guesses.

Just, secretly felt sorry for Little Garden. What kind monster Last Trial of Mankind now?

Still missed Last Trial of Mankind before Kali Yuga. Last Trial of Mankind then not as extreme now.

Even Descent to Humanity God could defeat alone. Like Yamata no Orochi, defeated alone by Susano’o Descent to Humanity. Could say Merit easily gained.

Since Kali Yuga, Last Trial of Mankind became more extreme.

Dystopia, Absolute Evil, and newly emerged Angra Mainyu... What kind monsters these?

Worse, Aslan, current Arcadia leader relied by many, very likely surrendered to Angra Mainyu.

As bad as Canaria surrendered to Dystopia, despairing.

If true news... Prithvi now had urge leave Little Garden.

This Little Garden... why not end yet.

“By way, Indra no preparations at all, right? Own daughter almost trained into pet. Don’t let him commit suicide with kid.”

After Prithvi finished, laughed heartily.

“Almost forgot, daughter not easy die. Just will hate this irresponsible father more, right?”

Six Paths Reincarnation, true treasure made by Venerable One and Empress Houtu. Even remaining Six Paths Reincarnation not inferior Vasavi Shakti. Contained Samsara truth.

Visible, true Six Paths Reincarnation very likely Cosmos Creation level treasure.

In Little Garden, if anything can avoid Last Trial of Mankind’s Absolute God-Slaying nature, Samsara only answer.

Even she, Vaisravana, recovered through reincarnation with remaining Samsara.

Otherwise, how could Last Trial of Mankind’s wounds heal so easily?

And Samsara even deceive Little Garden’s Central Core and Human History, truly become new individual.

Last Trial of Mankind embodied by Eternal Life God passed this way.

“Not offended you recently, right, Prithvi?”

Helpless male voice sounded around.

Prithvi about leave Central Plaza suddenly realized surroundings’ hue dropped few levels. Dark clouds covered, wind howled.

Prithvi understood. Pulled into hidden Secret Realm by third person.

Corner mouth twitched. Embarrassed for bad-mouthing caught by person concerned, forcibly maintained smile, looked left.

Currently, man wearing dark purple suit, no tie, single ponytail hair, stood there, stared Prithvi faint smile.

“Backstab me? Hehe, thousand-year salary gone.”

“No...”

Prithvi’s mood changed drastically.

On other side, Uesugi secretly glanced Prithvi, smiled, then coldly stared Indra.

“Dare appear? Not afraid caught by Asura?”

“That foolish daughter, if that perceptive, might laugh in sleep.”

Corner Indra’s mouth slightly curved. Unknown if praising Asura or mocking slowness.

“Then Aslan?”

Uesugi asked Indra with evil smile.

Instantly, Indra’s face smile froze.

Looked Uesugi in front, scratched head slightly embarrassed.

“Shouldn’t be that bad. Should be quite hidden, right?”

“You sure?”

Prithvi heard Indra’s words, countered slightly maliciously.

“Look at that Game Field, when speaking.”

That Game Field covered entire Human History, from past Mythology era, to now. Various different eras times overlapped.

Indra slightly silent confused.

“You sure that built by that kid?”

(This time, might really fail?)

(Don’t tell me my foolish daughter already noticed my existence?)

As Indra thought, cold gaze without slightest emotion swept him.

Made him shiver.

This time really done.

“Asura, how feels meeting Indra? Feel Father’s Love?”

Aslan stroked Asura’s head, said mocking smile.

Indra saw collar on Asura’s neck and bone-shaped gold dog tag. Corner mouth couldn’t hold twitch.

(My foolish daughter, trained into what by this Aslan?)

Indra now truly regretted ignoring Asura.

Understood why Prithvi and Uesugi kept sending urgent messages come.

“Father’s Love? Master, I have no father, never felt Father’s Love.”

Asura said very innocent expression. Eyes full of Aslan, no space left for Indra.

“You have no father, but you have me.”

“I can fully be your Life Guide.”

“Right?”

Aslan turned, opened both arms toward Asura, mimicked Otto’s tone.

(Damn, punchable words!)

(Especially when Indra biological father still there, ten thousand Critical Hit to Indra.)

(You, no grudge with me, right?)

Indra stared angrily. Just under Aslan’s pitiful contemptuous gaze.

(Child’s debt paid by father. Plus, said wanted borrow Vasavi Shakti from me, why totally fail at critical moment?)

Indra felt guilty. Retracted gaze slightly embarrassed.

Felt awkward. Deny not, admit not.

If deny, very likely provoke that little ancestor. But admit, wouldn’t truly “die”?

After hesitating moment, Indra saw young man play with daughter like training pet, shouted clenched teeth.

“Uesugi, quickly release me! Today, him or me!”

Indra flushed, panting, stared Aslan viciously.

Urge die together with Aslan.

While opposite, Aslan seemed nothing happened, smiled pinching Asura’s face. And Asura very cooperatively showed happy expression.

Though no one spoke, mocking meaning perfectly conveyed.

Uesugi beside sneered, muttered softly.

“Not holding you.”

Small laughter sounded. Indra’s face darker. Stared Prithvi.

Prithvi could only awkwardly remove smile.

“They gone?”

Indra calmed, asked normal expression. Also not too angry at Aslan.

“Gone. Estimated just came see you.” Uesugi said flatly.

“Also vent their dissatisfaction.” While saying, Uesugi shrugged, stared Indra speechless.

“By way, daughter trained like this, really don’t care?”

“You really sent daughter to tiger’s mouth.”

Indra once cared this daughter. Knew. When Asura challenged Karyou, he requested Demon King Bull mediate.

Otherwise, matter would be much bigger.

And Shachi too. Really no feelings at all for daughter?

Just because Indra cared more Asura, Shachi also started targeting Asura.

No, even jealous own daughter?

Even Uesugi could only say love brain... truly absurd.

As for Asura... truly unlucky, having such parents.

Yandere love-brained mother, pathetic weak runaway father.

Almost forgot, Asura’s birth also accident. God and Buddha birth rate already very low. Moreover Indra, long experienced in love matters.

Controlling not have child not difficult.

Absolutely no way fail.

But like no one knows accident or tomorrow comes first, Indra failed.

Completely unaware what collaboration Shachi and Ksitigarbha Buddha Faction did, until Asura born.

“Send to tiger’s mouth, better than calculated to death by others, right?”

Indra sighed.

“My poor daughter.”

-

Title: So, Does This Little Garden Still Have Any Hope of Survival?

Uesugi didn’t pursue Indra’s family matters further. She directly ignored what Indra said and asked, “So, what about the issue involving Aslan?”

“Mithras’s death is highly suspicious, with many doubts surrounding it.”

“For some reason, my instincts tell me that if it weren’t for Aslan this time, it’s likely the same thing would’ve happened as with the previous Arcadia.”

What Uesugi meant was clear to everyone present.

Arcadia was attacked by an unknown Demon Lord, its headquarters destroyed, its flag taken, and even its executives exiled.

The news of their exile was only confirmed after a long investigation, proving they weren’t dead.

As for other details, even the Heavenly Army, the sole designated enforcement agency with the highest authority in Little Garden, found no clues whatsoever.

The only clue was the absence of any clues. Even Kurousagi, whose ears were connected to Little Garden’s Central Core, had no idea what happened.

According to Brahma’s estimation, this was likely the work of a Two-Digit. After that, the Heavenly Army didn’t pursue the investigation further.

If they had actually found something, it wouldn’t have been good.

This time was no different. Mithras’s attack was highly suspicious. According to Brahma’s investigation and prophecy, Mithras’s goal this time was almost certainly to destroy End of the World City.

He hadn’t even undergone Descent to Humanity.

Comparing these two incidents, the suspicions were easy to spot.

But what was so special about Arcadia that it deserved to be targeted for destruction by Two-Digits twice?

Most likely by two different Two-Digits.

This was truly a lifetime’s worth of bad luck.

No, even a lifetime’s bad luck wouldn’t be this bad.

However, it had to be admitted that Arcadia’s vitality was tenacious, and Aslan indeed had his own tricks.

Despite being in a dead-end situation, he managed to bring it back to life.

Indra looked at Uesugi, who had started speaking professionally, and scratched his head slightly.

“How should I put it…”

“I don’t have clear evidence showing Aslan is problematic.”

Prithvi, hearing Indra’s response, froze in expression.

“Not problematic? Are you serious? Not problematic, and Aslan could kill Mithras?”

“Don’t joke.”

Indra touched his nose, then shrugged.

“Could it be, the one who killed Mithras was actually me, and I also swallowed his Spirit Status?”

However, after Indra said this, all he got was a contemptuous look from Uesugi.

Despite being much shorter than Indra, she somehow seemed to look down on him.

“You sure? Let’s fight barehanded, no Divine Artifacts allowed except Authority, wanna try?”

“Can you still withstand the backlash of swallowing a Three-Digit’s Spirit Status?”

Hearing this, the corner of Indra’s mouth twitched, and he forcibly changed the topic.

“Alright, let’s skip this topic for now.”

Uesugi raised her eyebrows, as if realizing something.

She said with slight surprise, “Wait, could this be the result Brahma predicted?”

Indra paused for a moment, scratched his hair, and nodded slightly.

Whatever strange expression he had when he and Brahma searched for clues, requested Revelation from the Center, and the prophecy pointed to himself.

Even Brahma, renowned for wisdom and spirituality, showed a puzzled expression.

Oddly, when Indra investigated himself, he found there was indeed such a past.

Did he do it? But why didn’t he know?

He even suspected if he’d gone senile.

“Oh~”

Prithvi’s expression changed, and she said with slight mockery.

“So, can I report tomorrow that Indra killed Mithras in a rage to save his beloved daughter?”

“You could say that, if you’re not afraid Asura will block your door.”

Indra glanced at Prithvi. His relationship with Asura wasn’t great now.

“That means, all this was done by Aslan.”

Uesugi said with slight suspicion. She connected many things from Indra’s words.

“There’s no evidence pointing to that right now.”

Indra sighed inwardly, then said with a serious expression.

“On the contrary, there’s plenty of evidence showing this was our siege against Ouroboros.”

“Arcadia managed to escape that vortex.”

Uesugi couldn’t help but take a cold breath, saying emotionally, “This is truly a great trick. Worthy of someone who can inherit Arcadia.”

The Heavenly Army became a shield for the other side. And the Heavenly Army, so lacking in authority, had to admit it.

Taking on Christianity’s attacks for Arcadia.

This trick was truly unavoidable.

Even knowing Aslan was truly involved with Last Trial of Mankind, likely surrendered to Last Trial of Mankind, the Heavenly Army still had to let the mistake slide and side with Aslan.

So, does this Little Garden still have any hope of survival?

Uesugi once again had the idea of quitting the Heavenly Army.

How many present still remembered the original purpose of establishing the Heavenly Army?

Wasn’t it to confront Last Trial of Mankind?

Uesugi sank into contemplation… This world changed too fast. She, this old-timer, truly couldn’t keep up with the times.

“And, I bet you’ll never guess what other clue Brahma and I found.”

Prithvi looked at Indra speechlessly.

“Things already like this, don’t beat around the bush. What clue did you investigate?”

Hearing this, the corner of Indra’s mouth curved slightly. His face showed a bit of self-mockery.

“We were all played by Canaria.”

Played by Canaria? How could that be? Was Canaria also involved?

Uesugi showed a puzzled expression.

At this moment, Indra threw out a question.

“You must know the news that Judas became the Holy Child, right?”

“What do you think, is this news true or false?”

“Should be false…”

The next second, Uesugi was speechless.

“If false, then why does that Holy Child need to meditate to stabilize Spirit Status?”

“And Judas’s betrayal of the Holy Child did happen once, during the Dystopia War era.”

Prithvi muttered softly. She seemed to think of something.

Canaria might indeed know this deeply hidden gossip.

No one would’ve expected Jesus was truly killed and swallowed by Judas.

A single rumor wouldn’t shake a Two-Digit’s majestic Spirit Status.

“Indra, do we still have time to surrender now?”

Prithvi said without any principles.

Damn, two main forces opposing Last Trial of Mankind surrendered. In her view, they didn’t need to keep resisting either.

Better surrender early, get a good position.

However, before Prithvi finished, she was stopped by a hard smack from Uesugi.

“You sure the other side’s first reaction isn’t to kill us?”

“If want to surrender, ask seniors first. Send resume first.”

“You’re right.”

Prithvi couldn’t help but give Uesugi a thumbs-up.

Impressive, silent Uesugi thought so far ahead.

However, Indra’s face beside became truly dark.

No, is the Heavenly Army now this bad? Even his trusted aides preparing to surrender.

They didn’t even consider him Lord of Heavenly Army.

Of course, Uesugi and Prithvi just joking. Before Indra abandoned this sinking Heavenly Army ship, they wouldn’t back out either.

Their Spirit Status all given by Indra then. Otherwise, surely died by Kali Yuga’s hands.

More accurate call them Indra’s Private Army than Buddha Faction’s Guardian Gods.

If Indra wanted return to past peak condition, just needed reclaim Spirit Status given.

Precisely because repeatedly gave power’s Spirit Status, Indra weakened to this level.

They were ones holding Indra back.

“Go, go, go. You all eat my salary to death.”

Indra waved hand unhappily.

Especially that kid training daughter into pet, truly calculated to death.

“Let’s go, continue chasing that Ouroboros tail.”

“Caught Christianity this big, why this snake still not dead? And still play me?”

“Seems, inside that snake might be old acquaintance our Buddha Faction?”

Indra laughed, turned glanced Arcadia behind, then retracted gaze.

(My stuff not that easy take.)

(Vasavi Shakti, lending you first, kid. Don’t lose it.)

(Pity, why Yang Jian that kid unwilling take over Lord of Heavenly Army position?)

If Yang Jian willing be Lord of Heavenly Army, Indra surely retired and cared for daughter long ago.

Why end like this?

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At Arcadia headquarters, Aslan looked at this Vasavi Shakti, smiled, stored it.

“How could stuff already in my hands be given up so easily?”

Now, Aslan dared claim truly safe in Little Garden.

Regarding attacks? Had Vasavi Shakti containing Victory concept. In Little Garden, could easily defeat Three-Digit.

And only existence could withstand Vasavi Shakti was Leo Sun Authority.

Leo Sun Authority’s priority still half level higher than Vasavi Shakti.

And Aslan experienced himself. Vasavi Shakti indeed couldn’t do anything to him holding Leo Sun Authority.

Little Garden’s Strongest Spear and Strongest Shield in his hands.

“But Indra gave so easily, don’t tell me trap inside?”

Aslan couldn’t hold mutter softly. But next second, ignored it.

“Anyway, if trap, so be it. How bad can trap be? Can’t be worse than that Legacy, right?”

-

Title: Damn, I Ended Up Becoming Ouroboros

At Outer Gate 500, Heavenly Army headquarters.

Kalki emerged from the Heavenly Army headquarters holding documents stamped by the Heavenly Army.

Following behind were his comrades, also part of Ouroboros: Third Alliance.

The twelve-year-old boy with white hair and golden eyes couldn’t stop looking at the documents repeatedly. The smile on his face didn’t pause for a second.

He laughed heartily for a long time, then realized and said with slight excitement, “Our status is now recognized by the Heavenly Army.”

Recalling the praise from the white-haired, brown-skinned older sister in the Heavenly Army earlier, Kalki couldn’t hold back his joy.

After all, who was as unfortunate as him? He was the destined Savior, born with Kalki’s Spirit Status, the Tenth Incarnation of Vishnu.

But who would’ve thought, in the end, he joined Ouroboros, a Demon Lord alliance community committing all sorts of evils.

Many things Ouroboros did, in his view, were utterly unacceptable, let alone joining them.

The Savior’s compassionate nature made it impossible for him to witness this directly.

Fortunately, during their first mission, they were caught.

Caught en route by Uesugi and Prithvi, who happened to pass by Arcadia.

Then brought back to the Heavenly Army for interrogation.

Of course, as almost entirely spies, they spilled all information about Ouroboros without hesitation.

Keep anything? Not a single thing kept.

Also provided several Ouroboros bases to atone.

Naturally, the Heavenly Army wasn’t an unfeeling organization. After confirming Kalki hadn’t been with Ouroboros long and committed no wrongs—not even a Demon Lord—they released him immediately.

And due to the information Kalki and others provided, the Heavenly Army even gave substantial bonuses.

Of course, this was just what Kalki believed.

The truth was: Please, His Highness, we beg you!

The Heavenly Army temple is too small, truly can’t accommodate a Buddha as great as you. Take this money, consider it your drinking funds.

How could their attitude not be good?

Don’t forget how majestic Kalki’s Spirit Status was.

Only Kalki, an innocent child born mere months ago, would believe such talk.

“Uh…”

Rin paused, unsure whether to tell Kalki the truth.

But after thinking, she felt reality too harsh. Her little brother was still too young.

“His Highness, more or less can be considered so.”

“Ouroboros now shouldn’t come after us anymore. In a sense, we’re indeed free.”

A blonde girl in a navy-blue long dress with double ponytails said confidently.

“But…”

As she spoke, Lamia’s voice softened. But the next second, she perked up again.

“But this way, I should be able to find Aunt and Uncle.”

Once Lamia finished, Kalki and the others fell silent.

A sense of sadness from parting enveloped Kalki’s heart.

“Lamia, are you leaving?”

Clearly, the Prophet and Ouroboros just went through great trouble. Clearly, he just earned the right to walk under sunlight with great effort.

But why did combining these two things turn out like this?

For the first time, Kalki felt helplessness.

In his view, Lamia, who taught him fighting and developing Authority, was already a true comrade.

Of course, Lamia’s wish was the direction of their efforts and struggles.

But Kalki knew well, compared to Aslan, Arcadia’s leader, he was too young. He had no right to stop Lamia from pursuing a better future.

Aslan’s likelihood of helping Lamia achieve her dreams was far higher than his.

“How could… I actually want to leave…”

Lamia sighed, shaking her head.

Was Ouroboros really dead? She didn’t believe Ouroboros, which caused chaos in Little Garden, would die so easily.

It only exposed the backstage sponsor. But would the Heavenly Army really dare act against the backstage sponsor?

Ouroboros was just a useful black glove. Without Ouroboros, those backstage could conspire and perhaps create a new Hydra.

Was Ouroboros important? Not really.

Just a glove, don’t take it too seriously.

As for finding Aslan and her aunt, just discreet contact like this, seeking a bit of solace.

What she wanted was to reunite with her mother, Lamia, by her aunt Letícia’s side, and live together.

(Mother, wait for me. I’ll definitely find you and ask Uncle to save you!)

Lamia vowed inwardly.

Ouroboros was gone, some clues broken. But fortunately, Kalki’s value was still high.

She might still find clues about her mother through Kalki.

“…”

Hearing Lamia’s words, Kalki’s emotions truly sank. Even the joy of regaining freedom diminished greatly.

He didn’t want Lamia to leave. But if she really had to, he’d pray for her happiness.

But he even less wanted Lamia to lose freedom for some reason.

Rin noticed the off atmosphere and quickly changed the topic.

“But His Highness, have you thought about what we should do after regaining freedom?”

“Of course I’ve thought about it.”

Kalki’s emotions quickly rose. He’d been thinking for days about what to do after regaining freedom.

“I’ll build a grand Community Alliance that can surpass Last Trial of Mankind like Arcadia!”

“Find comrades, and together surpass Angra Mainyu!”

Here, Kalki’s eyes shone. This was his mission, and the mistake caused by his birth.

Of course, he had to resolve it.

“Great ambition. Makes this old man excited too.”

A melodious voice entered his ears. Kalki turned curiously.

It was a middle-aged man with long hair, a slightly melancholic yet vibrant aura. He carried an ancient harp mismatched with his age.

“Kid, with such lofty ambitions, will you allow this old man to join and fight alongside you?”

The man tightly grasped Kalki’s hands, speaking with a pleading face.

Kalki was a bit confused. His mere months of experience had no handling for this.

Facing Kalki’s pleading gaze, Rin asked warily, “Who are you? Please state your identity, so we can proceed to next arrangements.”

“Orpheus, just a second-class Poet.”

“Orpheus? The founder of Arcadia? Canaria’s teacher?”

Kalki said slightly excitedly.

Due to Aslan’s feats, facing two Last Trials of Mankind alone. Though he participated, he felt his achievements far lagged behind Aslan.

In a sense, Aslan and Arcadia became the object and goal he must chase.

Aslan even became his idol in a sense.

If possible, he greatly hoped the community he’d build someday could ally with Arcadia, fight side by side against Last Trial of Mankind.

Orpheus nodded slightly, showing a proud expression. Founding Arcadia and teaching Canaria were indeed his most praiseworthy achievements in life.

“Just, why are you here? And seems not joined any community?”

Kalki asked slightly confused. Wasn’t Orpheus Arcadia’s founder? Should still be in Arcadia, right?

Why no affiliated community?

Arcadia didn’t seem like it’d expel its founder, right?

“Maybe because I’m just a second-class hero.”

Orpheus smiled.

“In Arcadia, full of first-class heroes, this old man truly can’t do much. So, didn’t want to hold them back, found reason to retire.”

Orpheus was very open. This was his choice. He was just lucky. Became Canaria’s first teacher, supported her dreams.

“Why, you also don’t want to accept this old man because second-class hero?”

Orpheus said slightly excitedly, as if if Kalki didn’t agree to join, he’d make a fuss.

Kalki hurriedly shook head, said slightly anxiously, “How could? We’d be thrilled if an elder like you joins.”

“Hahaha, good kid.”

Orpheus happily patted Kalki’s shoulder.

“Don’t worry, I think your talent won’t be worse than Canaria then!”

Facing Orpheus’s praise, Kalki just smiled shyly.

He completely didn’t notice being set up. Of course, others didn’t notice either.

And now the situation became interesting.

Ouroboros and Arcadia’s scripts seemed swapped here.

Aslan became the snake causing chaos behind scenes, while Kalki took Arcadia’s script.

Even member composition, in a sense, overlapped with Arcadia’s early founding.

There’s Graiya with Genome Tree, Rin the fictional disciple of Canaria, also a poet (Fictional Historian).

Lamia Draculea, niece of Letícia, Little Garden’s last Knight, and Aura, daughter of Mixed World Demon King, sister of Sun Wukong the Great Sage Equalling Heaven and Celtic Fairy.

Of course, the most, most important member and founder, Orpheus.

At this moment, who’s the snake? And who’s the savior? The boundary seemed no longer so clear.

-

Title: A World Where Only Christianity Gets Hurt Comes True

Heaven, Outer Gate 666, Illegal Zone.

This outer gate was originally under the jurisdiction of the infamous Demon Lord Beast 666 of Christianity.

However, since Beast 666 left Little Garden, this outer gate, once a renowned Demon Lord community, has become a gathering place for disorganized masses.

Like the Fores Garo community in the original work, which tried to kidnap children to threaten Izayoi and others, it was one of the disorganized masses under Beast 666.

Of course, that was just the most superficial appearance of this Outer Gate. In reality, this outer gate was the location of Ouroboros’s main headquarters.

This was an Illegal Zone even the Heavenly Army couldn’t regulate.

After all, the vast Little Garden, both Upper and Lower Layers, needed gray areas and illegal zones.

Now, a secret high-level internal Ouroboros meeting was being held here.

In the vast and bright Sky God Temple, ghostly figures with unseen faces quickly formed in front of the stone table at the temple’s center.

The executives of Ouroboros’s Three Alliances appeared at the meeting with anonymous identities.

After an elegant and noble female ghost figure, with sun-like blonde hair and wearing a flaming red dress, appeared as usual, she looked around and laughed.

“Well, this sudden meeting has quite a turnout.”

A boy in a straw hat, face unseen, coldly stared at the Halloween Queen.

“You’re late, sit down quickly.”

The Halloween Queen chuckled, pointed to another empty seat, and said mockingly, “Isn’t there one who’s even later?”

“You…”

A figure with an unseen face, shrouded in Holy Chant, couldn’t hold back anger, but the next second, recognizing the other’s identity, held their breath and dared not speak further.

The Halloween Queen didn’t speak, only looked at this bold Angel with interest.

“Someone daring to show dissatisfaction toward me like you, this is the first I’ve seen in years.”

With graceful movements, she rested her elbow on the table, propped her chin with both hands, and said smilingly, “Have Christianity’s angels become this arrogant?”

“Seems I haven’t made a feather blanket from Archangel wings yet, have I?”

“Alright, this is the last meeting. Don’t be too tense.”

The straw-hat boy snorted coldly, stopping the quarrel between the Halloween Queen and the Christianity Angel.

Seeing Krishna speak, the Christianity Angel snapped out of shock and slumped in their seat.

So scary… no, terrifying for an angel. Just now, they almost thought they’d meet their Lord.

At this moment, a bald-headed figure asked in surprise, “By the way, why were we called? Who among you has related information?”

Hearing this, the beautiful figure smiled and glanced at the slumped Angel.

“That’s a question for our Archangel Raphael. After all, if not for the mess they caused, we wouldn’t have suffered such huge losses.”

“Sneakily sending an Almighty Domain to attack a Four-Digit community, only to fail, causing Ouroboros’s strength to nearly collapse. And you still dare show up at the meeting?”

Facing the Goddess’s mockery, Raphael didn’t speak, only calmly lowered their head. In Ouroboros’s high-level meeting, they had no right to speak.

Their only purpose here was to bear the backlash for Christianity.

After all, Christianity’s mistake this time was too great.

Sending Asura, a newly risen Four-Digit Outlier, and Mithras, a veteran Almighty Domain, to destroy a small community, and they failed?

Asura was captured. This made some major Buddhist figures very displeased.

And Mithras was killed and swallowed by Indra. This was the critical issue truly threatening Ouroboros’s survival.

This meant Indra might not be as weak as they thought.

Even if he was initially very weak, after devouring a supply pack like Mithras, Indra’s situation became hard to assess.

The reason Ouroboros dared be so arrogant before was because Indra, the Heavenly Army’s Lord, was in a weakened state.

Now that the Heavenly Army’s Lord didn’t seem weak and had eaten a big supply pack, Ouroboros didn’t dare be as bold.

“Oh, by the way, recently a new possible Human History was observed. Don’t know if you’ve seen it.”

The dragon-horned girl figure smiled cheerfully. Seeing no one mentioned this news, she decided to have some fun herself.

Hearing this familiar voice, Raphael completely crashed.

(No? Why’s this Lord at an Ouroboros meeting? Doesn’t she hate convoluted things like this?)

She could understand Krishna’s presence, as Krishna was the former alliance leader and current acting alliance leader, responsible for Ouroboros’s operations and command.

Raphael now felt a massive disaster coming. Attending this Ouroboros meeting seemed a terribly wrong choice.

If possible, she wanted to die happily like this, return to Human History cluelessly.

Then come back to Little Garden after ten thousand years or more.

But she glanced at the three Supreme Powerhouses here: Krishna, Halloween Queen, and World Dragon Kurma.

If she dared say half a “no,” she might Never Reincarnate.

Krishna, seated at the main seat, looked at Kurma curiously. He also wanted to know about Kurma’s appearance.

Kurma never participated in any meetings. Her presence this time was indeed odd.

But Krishna only observed briefly, then turned to look at the positions left and right.

Over twenty positions, almost all present, except the Holy Child and the ever-sleeping Ark Masu Yaat.

After all, this was Ouroboros’s final meeting. If they didn’t show up, there might be no Ouroboros left.

Seeing almost everyone arrived and no more seemed coming, Krishna said in a deep voice, “Alright, since unrelated parties are here too, let’s not discuss irrelevant matters.”

Hearing this, those watching the show shifted their mocking gazes from Raphael.

They also wanted to know the truth of that news.

But seeing the Holy Child’s current state, it seemed already considered true.

Did anyone really think just the Heavenly King, plus a newly observed uncertain Human History, could shake a Two-Digit’s majestic Spirit Status?

Of course, their role in spicing things up couldn’t be ignored!

They weren’t good at helping, but they were experts at stabbing when down!

This Christianity whale’s fall had become a carnival for all Little Garden.

Countless self-proclaimed Orthodox Sons of God began seizing Christianity’s Faith with groups of artificial angels.

Of course, the most aggressive in seizing Faith was the Heavenly King. After all, he was Yahweh’s recognized Second Son of God.

The Great Peace Heavenly Kingdom rising again, right?

There was a trend to seize the Holy Child’s position and replace it.

Of course, Krishna held Ouroboros’s final meeting not to discuss this issue.

“We’ll discuss how to deal with Aslan.”

None present forgot the one who truly destroyed Ouroboros.

Aslan was basically a major threat to Ouroboros after Canaria.

No, precisely, he might no longer be just a threat but the true culprit destroying Ouroboros.

Even Krishna didn’t expect, just slightly letting go, giving power to the Holy Child, and the next second, a huge problem arose.

Krishna planned to discuss how to handle Aslan before Ouroboros dissolved.

Otherwise, if Ouroboros at its peak could be easily destroyed by Aslan, what about a reorganized “snake”?

With Aslan’s methods and cunning, the difficulty of destroying a reorganized “snake” wouldn’t be too high.

Ouroboros, this glove, was no longer usable. They truly became the Heavenly Army’s target. So, they needed a new, clean glove.

Before Ouroboros was fully destroyed by the Heavenly Army, quickly gather the remnants and regenerate atop the old Ouroboros.

“Hmm? Almost forgot. By the way, Angel, remember to send a set of angel feather blankets and pillows to little Aslan too.”

The Halloween Queen seemed to suddenly recall something. She rubbed her eyes and said.

Seems her sleep quality wasn’t great.

Her words made Krishna very awkward.

The entire room’s atmosphere became heavy. No one dared speak.

After a while, Krishna said calmly, “I understand your opinion. But letting that kid keep growing is very disadvantageous to us.”

The Halloween Queen chuckled hearing this.

“A kid not even a Four-Digit Outlier makes you worry?”

“But he just destroyed Ouroboros, killed Mithras, exiled Angra Mainyu, and captured Asura.”

Krishna narrowed his eyes, saying coldly.

“The Lower Layer can’t accommodate another monster like…”

(…Halloween Queen.) Krishna realized his words were wrong and quickly changed, “…Greek God Pantheon.”

“Otherwise, the Lower Layer won’t be our foothold anymore.”

And Human History’s future would have no place for them. This was what they least could accept.

Only Little Garden’s Lower Layer could participate in Human History’s Reverse Convergence. Influence in the Lower Layer counted as Merit.

“Heh, in the end, aren’t you just scared?”

The Halloween Queen still smiled, staring at Krishna.

But Krishna didn’t respond, instead saying coldly, “Call it that, since not everyone’s as talented as you.”

In one sentence, those present vaguely split into two factions, looking at the Halloween Queen with slight hostility.

Ouroboros could stand firm because of small and medium Pantheons unable to gain Merit from Human History.

Now, with Human History stalled, even large Pantheons could only scavenge leftovers under super-large Pantheons’ tables. Let alone weaker small and medium Pantheons.

It was already a great blessing not to be food on the table.

“What’s there to argue about?”

“Just a little Halloween, right? What can’t the Lower Layer accommodate?”

Childish taunts came from the top seat.

Kurma propped her chin with one hand, looked at both displeased. Even she, who suffered the worst losses, said nothing. Yet they argued.

Heavy losses, especially losing two Little Garden Knights and the vampire race concept.

Holy Child: The world forgot me~

All executives present fell silent. Though they wanted to say, could their power losses be worse?

“You don’t think you can still use those dirty tricks, right?”

Kurma yawned, looking around boredly.

She meant sending strong Demon Lords to attack promising communities to disrupt the Lower Layer’s order.

Only chaos could bring enough Faith, and with Faith, they could gain Merit.

This method was always simple and brutal, destroying those communities with absolute military power.

Arcadia was never the first victim, nor the last.

But Arcadia was the most famous among victims.

“So, are you ready to be bullied by elders?”

Kurma showed a spectating expression. She’d mingled in Chinese cultural circles. One of the Four Divine Beasts, Black Tortoise, was once her alternate identity.

She was quite clear about Aslan’s current situation.

Once her words fell, many Ouroboros executives present had question marks in their heads.

What’s that mean? Bullied by elders?

No, which Two-Digit has the idle time to mess with them?

After all, it’s common knowledge that the Chinese side is fiercely protective of its disciples. If it’s junior competition, losing is fine, no discussion needed.

But if elders bully, that needs proper discussion.

“Don’t tell me you still don’t know Yang Jian’s retiring, and Aslan’s the next successor.”

Kurma propped her chin, smiling at Krishna.

“Actually, I came just to remind you of this, but seeing you in a meeting, I forgot to mention.”

“Oh, by the way, you still didn’t know about this?”

Krishna said nothing, just sat with a flat expression, unmoving, unspeaking.

This was truly unexpected for him. He even planned to act himself to handle Aslan as a threat.

Now, he could only give up. He could only act within rules’ bounds.

“Well, then what about our losses?”

After a stunned moment, the Halloween Queen laughed heartily.

This was truly unexpected for her too. Aslan was recognized as family. This time, she really hit the jackpot.

“How about this, Krishna, I have an idea.”

Kurma pinched her chin, pretending to think. After pondering, she showed a childish smile, looking at Raphael pretending to be invisible.

(Don’t look at me! Don’t look at me!)

Raphael hugged their knees, trembling in fear, not daring to say a word.

At this moment, Kurma’s childish smile, to them, was scarier than a Demon.

They only felt done for.

Could they still see their grave’s grass next year?

Finally, Kurma’s pink lips parted.

“How about we let Christianity pay for our losses?”

Hearing this, the huge stone in Raphael’s heart fell, only to crash on their head, nearly killing them.

They didn’t know if they could survive bringing this news back?

Was there really no way out for them?

“Great idea. Losses caused by Christianity, they should pay!”

“Agree, I support this proposal!”

“Let them pay!”

Thus, a world where only Christianity gets hurt came true.

Along with Raphael, fainting on the spot from fear, body still convulsing.

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Title: Ouroboros Falls, Hydra Rises

After some time, Krishna opened his eyes. He had just performed a prophecy.

The prophecy told him that if he insisted on opposing Aslan, the losses would certainly not be less than those of the Holy Child.

Thus, the matter now was very simple.

The first option: treat Aslan as an absolute threat. While he’s not yet mature, act immediately and eliminate him swiftly.

But the consequences of this were severe. It might even prompt some Chinese figures to return to Little Garden once again.

The second option: ignore him, let Aslan grow, make the Lower Layer his personal domain, and recover losses through Christianity.

Krishna slowly closed his eyes. Upon reopening them, he had an idea.

He chose the third option.

Thinking this, Krishna looked at those present.

“Ouroboros’s final meeting ends here. As of today, Ouroboros is dissolved.”

At this point, Krishna calmly looked at Raphael.

Raphael’s face showed despair. She could clearly see Krishna was now expelling her.

Ouroboros was gone, so why was she, Christianity’s financier, still lingering here?

One step away from saying “Get out!!”

The next second, Raphael’s ghostly figure vanished from her seat, and her chair was empty.

Raphael left honorably. She neither left nor took anything.

Just as when she came, she brought not a single cloud.

However, aside from Raphael, the others sat quietly in their places. Even the Halloween Queen and Kurma didn’t stand.

Waiting for Krishna to speak.

Seeing that, except for Christianity represented by Raphael, who had left, the others didn’t abandon the snake, Krishna showed a faint smile not seen in a long time.

“Alright, the nuisance is gone. We can now discuss forming the new snake.”

Little Garden couldn’t be without a “snake,” just as the West couldn’t be without Jerusalem.

This was Little Garden’s characteristic, a part it must experience.

“However, before forming the new snake and starting anew, we still have one matter to handle.”

“Invite Aslan to join us and rebuild the snake together.”

After Krishna finished, he looked around at the executives with varied expressions. He understood their malicious thoughts and said coldly, “Whoever can accomplish it will receive two Authorities from my personal aid. Handle it.”

If you can’t fight him, make him one of us. This was the third option.

As for two Authorities, digesting one Authority was enough to create a Four-Digit Outlier or at least an Authority Artifact.

This was immense wealth even for Three-Digits.

Two Authorities were enough to motivate all Three-Digits present.

This was the allure of “money.”

“Boss, for real? If I successfully invite Aslan to join, I get two Authorities?”

A mischievous voice sounded, full of excitement.

For some reason, Krishna felt a bad premonition. His right eyelid couldn’t stop twitching.

As the saying goes, left eye twitches for wealth, right eye twitches for disaster. For Full Authority Domains, this wasn’t empty talk.

Every bodily reaction wasn’t random. All had deep meaning.

Who was this? So rude?

Krishna turned slightly displeased, but the next second, he understood where his premonition came from.

In the chair emptied by Raphael’s departure, a new figure appeared.

A man with black hair and eyes sat there, legs crossed, looking very familiar.

No? Who’s this? Was there such a person in Ouroboros?

Krishna was stunned. After clearly seeing the man’s face, he seemed to understand the source of his premonition.

No? Who’s this efficient? He just assigned the task, and Aslan already showed up.

Krishna glanced at the smiling Halloween Queen and snorted coldly.

“Of course it’s true.”

Krishna said through gritted teeth. He felt like he was being set up.

But strangely, he had to admit it, and the two Authorities had to be given. Otherwise, where would he hide his face?

Losing two Authorities was fine. But if, in front of two peers, he wouldn’t even give two Authorities, that’d be true embarrassment.

This time, Krishna truly felt nauseated.

“Then, Boss, I want one Authority related to History and one related to Writing.”

“Thanks, Boss. Wishing Boss great success.”

Aslan didn’t care that Krishna before him was a Two-Digit. He truly treated him as a mark to exploit.

If there were Authorities to take, say so earlier. He’d have joined long ago.

Really.

Hearing this, Krishna’s face darkened, fitting his title Krishna (Black Sky).

(You dare exploit the situation? Even making demands?)

(So annoying. Can I hit someone?)

But seeing the Halloween Queen and Kurma covering their mouths, hiding laughter, Krishna knew he’d lose face this time.

He could only accept the loss.

Otherwise, the Halloween Queen and Kurma would surely team up to embarrass him further.

Kurma… Halloween… He’d take this loss.

Thus, Krishna, with a dark face, tossed out two Authorities.

Authority of History and Writing.

Aslan accepted Krishna’s friendly donation with a smiling face. This brought him one step closer to making the Wild History of Years a true Authority Artifact.

Krishna stared at him deeply. This time, he truly remembered Aslan.

He said in a deep voice, “Now we start the next agenda. On Ouroboros’s remnants, gather what’s left and rebuild the snake.”

Finally, it could officially begin. There shouldn’t be issues now, right?

Krishna glanced at the smiling Aslan from the corner of his eye. The bad premonition in his heart grew stronger.

“Wait, I think before this agenda, one matter hasn’t been settled.”

Aslan raised an objection. The Three-Digits present felt their hearts race.

Big brother, we beg you. Can you stop talking?

We’re not like you. Your background’s strong. You even dare offend Two-Digits. We just want to cut losses and quietly count our small money.

“Namely, the reorganized snake’s name and operational philosophy.”

“We must fully absorb the lessons of Ouroboros’s past failure and strive to avoid repeating it.”

But wasn’t Ouroboros’s previous destruction caused by you?

And the lesson they decided to absorb was pulling you in as a comrade?

“Kurma-chan thinks Aslan’s right. We must learn from Ouroboros’s past failure and reaffirm the name and philosophy.”

Kurma bit her hand while propping her chin, saying with a smile.

“But I don’t know if you have suggestions?”

Kurma looked at him with interest. Her instincts told her Aslan would surely bring her much amusement.

Just Krishna’s distorted expression already gave her so much joy.

“How about Hydra? Cut off one head, and two grow back.”

Krishna paused. He truly didn’t expect Aslan wasn’t here to cause trouble.

But seriously offered a suggestion. In a sense, Hydra’s name and philosophy truly suited their snake.

(But, Aslan, why are you so skilled?)

(Pulling you in was indeed the right decision.)

“Fine.”

Krishna paused, nodded slightly, approving Aslan’s suggestion.

From now on, they were Hydra. And everyone here was a head of that snake.

Afterward, Aslan and Krishna held a heated discussion on Hydra’s operational issues and methods.

It ended with Krishna as Hydra’s leader and Aslan as deputy leader.

And Aslan reached a consensus with Krishna, setting Hydra’s initial operational target: targeting Christianity.

Finding ways to profit from Christianity and strike when they’re down.

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Outer Gate 777, Eden Garden.

Raphael returned to Heaven dejectedly. She caused Christianity to bear such huge losses.

She didn’t know how to face the Holy Child and Holy Mother.

Perhaps suicide was already the best outcome?

She had let down the Holy Child and Holy Mother’s expectations.

“Mother, forgive me. I caused Christianity to bear such huge losses. Please punish me!”

Raphael saw an elegant figure approaching, knelt on the ground, sobbing.

Hearing this, the woman in a black nun’s robe, full of Holy Motherhood charm, shrouded in praising Holy Chant, helped Raphael stand.

Holy Mother Mary, Christianity’s current main figure besides the Holy Child.

“I know it’s not your fault.”

Mary gently hugged Raphael, patted her back, and comforted her softly.

Great Christianity couldn’t be run by the Holy Child alone. The Holy Child handled Christianity’s overall direction.

Michael, Vice King of the Kingdom of Heaven, handled Christianity’s major and minor affairs.

While she handled Christianity’s internal personnel and angels’ mental health issues. Usually, she didn’t manage issues.

But now, it was time for her to act.

Whether to stabilize the Holy Child’s Spirit Status or calm panicked Christianity, only a Holy Mother like her could act.

“Jesus, or rather, are you truly Jesus?”

Mary muttered softly, looking at the palace in Eden Garden’s center.

Though she also wanted to confirm the Holy Child’s true identity, Christianity was more important. At least Christianity couldn’t truly have issues.

If it did, that’d be a big problem.

“Go back first. I’ll explain to the Holy Child for you.”

Mary sighed, released her embrace, and let Raphael leave.

Raphael looked at her body turned into a little girl with teary eyes.

Holy Mother was good in every way. Just this bad taste was too cruel.

Though angels had no gender, why turn an angel into a little girl? Did angels still have such deterrent power?

But after Mary’s comfort, Raphael felt relieved.

She troubled Mother again.

Only one thing Raphael didn’t understand: why Holy Mother Mary gave the chance to become Two-Digit to the Holy Child.

When she was Christianity’s main figure.

Raphael couldn’t imagine Christianity without the Holy Mother.

Without Mother, Christianity might’ve long collapsed, right?

Raphael sighed, thinking with slight helplessness.