Little Garden 206-210

Title: Be Careful Lest Your Eyes Get Pecked

“Krishna, you’ve lost.”

A young man in a white robe, holding a Bible, spoke to a youth wearing a bamboo hat and fishing by the river.

Hearing this, Krishna didn’t respond and kept staring at his fishing hook without blinking until the float sank.

“The fish took the bait.”

Krishna abruptly lifted his rod. The fish thrashed in the air, its scales shimmering under the sunlight. Finally, it fell into the fishing basket.

Only then did Krishna turn to look at the young man beside him, speaking with a calm expression.

“Lost? So be it. What’s there to worry about?”

“As per our agreement, the position of Ouroboros’ Leader must be taken over by Christianity.”

The young man holding the Bible stared at Krishna coldly.

Christianity was Ouroboros’ largest donor, yet its influence had always been suppressed within Ouroboros.

He was deeply dissatisfied with Krishna’s indifference now. Krishna’s mistake led to Kalki’s exposure and significant damage to many of Ouroboros’ subordinate forces.

Coupled with the targeting by the Heavenly Army, Ouroboros’ influence had diminished by at least fifty percent in this wave.

Yet Krishna was merely a Leader. He didn’t inject funds into Ouroboros. The money used belonged to Christianity. Krishna was squandering Christianity’s money.

No matter how wealthy Christianity was, it couldn’t withstand Krishna’s wasteful spending.

The lost power would take who-knows-how-many years to recover.

But most likely, it couldn’t be recovered, as the snake had been exposed under the sunlight.

“Oh? Young man, don’t focus on temporary losses. Your vision must look far ahead.”

Krishna squinted, gazing at some unknown place. The only certainty was that his gaze wasn’t on the young man beside him.

“Young man?”

The youth clutching the Bible snorted coldly and retorted,

“You’re clearly the youngest, Orpheus.”

“Heh.”

Krishna laughed wordlessly. If the young man wouldn’t heed his advice, so be it.

“You’re still as quick as ever, Judas.”

“Orpheus, I didn’t come to negotiate with you but to inform you.”

Judas spoke expressionlessly, his tone so cold it seemed Krishna’s earlier words had struck a nerve.

(Krishna, you still dare mention that name. This revenge, I, Jesus, will remember.)

The name Judas was a pain he could never escape.

“Still a young man.”

Krishna chuckled silently. He wasn’t just talking about the age of becoming a Two-Digit.

If based solely on the time of becoming a Two-Digit, he was indeed a few hundred years behind Judas… no, the Holy Son.

But if counting the time spent striving in Little Garden, he far surpassed Judas.

He fought from the Dawn Era to now to become the strongest. The hardships he endured were far greater than Judas’.

Foresight and sufficient patience were essential qualities for a chess player.

As he spoke, Krishna slightly closed his eyes, relaxing his expression, and began divining Little Garden’s future once more.

Divining the future with a Two-Digit Spirit Status, he could still glean some clues.

When Krishna opened his eyes again, the smile in them grew uncontrollable.

He saw, in a not-too-distant future, Canaria breaking through to Three-Digit, with the furious faces of countless gods and Buddhas behind her.

What delighted Krishna most was seeing the Holy Son enraged in Eden.

“Little Garden will finally have another Three-Digit Poet?”

“The Poet is the strongest Fourth Type.” this wasn’t a joke but a fact.

The seventeen strongest individuals in Little Garden currently consisted of Gods and Buddhas, Pure Dragons, Star Spirits, and Poets.

Among those seventeen, Poets accounted for two. Naturally, they were Little Garden’s strongest Fourth Type.

Krishna’s feelings toward Canaria were complex. After all, Canaria was his disciple and played a crucial role in his path to Two-Digit.

In other words, without Canaria, he’d likely still be wandering in Three-Digit.

The source of merit that made him Two-Digit was the Renaissance triggered by Canaria’s spread of the Black Death virus.

By leveraging his identity as Canaria’s teacher, he alone reaped the merits of the entire Renaissance, deceiving the gods that the Renaissance’s merits had been woven into distorted history.

After all, it was the first and only historical change at the time. No one knew how Human History would react to such a change.

Would the new merits be granted to Little Garden by Human History, or would they be used to fill Human History’s gaps?

And Canaria became the scapegoat. It should be noted that nearly all Pantheons at the time were awaiting merits after surpassing Dystopia.

But because Canaria eliminated Dystopia, she used a cheating method to surpass it.

Merits? What merits? It was good enough that the Winds of Decadence didn’t demand revenge.

The gods could only accept it and vent their grudges on Canaria.

Yet, thanks to his protection, Canaria remained safe until now.

Krishna hoped Canaria would follow the same path as him and become his colleague.

But Canaria didn’t strive, lost in her dream of the Great Floor Master Alliance, unable to break free. So, Krishna had to intervene, shattering her dream of the Great Alliance.

And give Canaria an honorable end. This was the last thing he could do for her as her teacher.

But now, Krishna was surprised. Canaria was impressive; she even fooled him.

Initially, he thought Aslan appeared out of nowhere, but now he somewhat believed it was truly Canaria’s plan.

It couldn’t possibly be Shiroyasha’s calculation, as his last prophecy suggested.

If Shiroyasha were that capable, Little Garden would’ve been her playground long ago. Fourteen Sun Authorities, plus the Origin Star’s Star Spirit, gave her too great an advantage on the chessboard.

With eyes full of admiration, Krishna waved his hand, helping “Canaria” cover many details she hadn’t even noticed.

“Canaria is still too young. Let me, her teacher, help her.” Krishna said with a smile.

If, a few minutes ago, upon discovering this was all Canaria’s plan, he only wanted to crush her.

After all, he was Ouroboros’ Leader, and Canaria was clearly opposing Ouroboros. With opposing positions, reconciliation was impossible.

But now…

Sorry, the position of Ouroboros’ Leader has been taken by the Holy Son of Christianity. Krishna suddenly had no more grudges against Canaria.

It was a perfect chance to teach Judas a lesson, a small lesson from a senior.

It wasn’t about revenge at all. How could he, Krishna, be so petty?

“Though it’s a bit late, I still want to warn you, Judas. Be careful lest your eyes get pecked.” Krishna said with a hint of amusement.

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When the Holy Son returned to Eden, seeing a voice message that appeared in Eden at some point, Judas gritted his teeth and said,

“Krishna…”

“After I devour Kalki’s Spirit Status and advance further in Two-Digit, I’ll definitely pay you back.”

Due to their Spirit Status, both Krishna and he became Two-Digit as Poets, and both leveraged Dystopia.

Their power wasn’t strong.

In fact, they were at the bottom of Little Garden’s seventeen Two-Digits.

Even Halloween Queen could easily take on both of them at once.

This was why they joined the Sun King Group.

It was solely to advance further.

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Arcadia.

Aslan flipped through the Unofficial History, watching Canaria’s unofficial history in the book gradually become reality.

He couldn’t help but smile slightly.

“As expected, pinning all the blame on Canaria was the right choice.”

It completely dispelled his suspicions and made Fiction Canaria far more real.

Just now, Fiction·Canaria nearly transformed from virtual to real.

Though he didn’t know who helped, the Fiction Canaria, originally only at Five-Digit strength, was directly promoted to a Four-Digit Fictional Historian.

Then Aslan closed the Unofficial History and put the book away.

But before Aslan could rest long, Leticia approached, holding a stack of visiting cards.

“Master, it’s time to get serious.”

“This… what is it?” Aslan asked with a trembling voice. He seemed to sense his miserable fate ahead.

“Visiting cards from various Pantheons and Communities.” Leticia said calmly. The shadow under her feet had somehow crept up to Aslan’s ankle.

“I almost forgot, Master. These are just from the Pantheons. There are still those from former allies awaiting your response.”

Leticia spoke words that made Aslan break into a cold sweat, all with a mouth at 37 degrees Celsius.

“Leticia, can’t you handle it?” Aslan could already imagine the pressure the upcoming celebration would bring to Arcadia.

He really just wanted to contact old allies!

But why did it turn out like this?

“Sorry, Master, you’re Arcadia’s Leader now.” Leticia tilted her head, looking at him very gently.

But that gaze made Aslan want to flee even more.

“Oh, right, Master, Arcadia absolutely can’t accommodate so many guests, even with Perseus’ help, it’s not enough.”

“And security is a big issue too.”

“Also, the banquet for the Great Gods—different gods have different taboos and preferences…”

“And…”

“And…”

…

“Alright, enough, stop talking, Leticia, I understand.” Aslan hurriedly silenced Leticia’s mouth.

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Title: Holding Ouroboros’ Critical Point

After a moment, Leticia pushed Aslan away, her misty red eyes gazing at him earnestly.

“Don’t give in to temptation now. I’m serious.”

“You decide everything.” Aslan shrugged helplessly. He didn’t understand these matters.

The things Leticia had just mentioned were already giving him a headache.

Leticia could ask him to create a few worlds, research and craft some Gifts—he could do all that.

But asking him to handle these messy political affairs? Sorry, Aslan truly couldn’t manage such things.

“While I greatly appreciate Master’s trust in me, I can only say I’m capable of handling these issues.” Leticia said, massaging her temples with a headache.

If there were truly no other options, she wouldn’t have sought Aslan’s help.

In truth, she had always been part of the combat faction. Political maneuvering, banquet arrangements, and the like—she could only say she had some experience from her long life.

But how well she performed, she didn’t dare claim.

During the rebellion within the vampire clan at Garden Knight, she hadn’t even been able to detect or stop it.

Later, in Arcadia, she was always responsible for combat. Arcadia’s operational aspects were all handled by Canaria.

“This time, it’s truly beyond my capabilities.” Leticia lowered her head guiltily, speaking in a low voice, as if dissatisfied with her own incompetence.

But if it couldn’t be done, it couldn’t be done. Leticia wasn’t the stubborn type who forced herself to do things she wasn’t capable of. That would only lead to humiliation.

“Alright, leave the rest to me.” Aslan sighed, patting her head gently and speaking softly.

“What exactly is going on?” Leticia took a deep breath and said.

“Too many guests are coming to visit. Preliminary estimates suggest we’ve received over a hundred thousand visiting cards.”

“And most of them are coming on behalf of Communities. Each Community will send at least one delegation.”

“But for some reason, nearly all the Communities responsible for hosting banquets recently received large commissions for other banquets.”

Thanks to the disposable Storage Cards Aslan mass-sold through the Planeswalker he founded, Arcadia currently had no shortage of funds.

Normally, a banquet of this scale would be entrusted to Communities specializing in planning and hosting banquets. As long as one was willing to spend money, what level of banquet couldn’t they organize?

Even hiring a Four-Digit God of Cookery to cook personally wasn’t impossible.

But coincidentally, several renowned banquet-hosting Communities in Little Garden had received large orders.

Five-Digit Communities would struggle to host a banquet of this level properly.

Leticia looked at Aslan with some frustration and continued.

“If it were just Arcadia’s old allies visiting, it wouldn’t be an issue.”

“But now, there are hundreds of Four-Digit visiting cards, and most of them express very friendly attitudes.”

“For Arcadia’s reputation, we must provide a banquet that meets the standards.”

Refusing would mean not giving them face at all. Most of those Four-Digits came from Pantheons, and even if not, their statuses were significant.

Aslan massaged his temples with a headache.

As expected, he shouldn’t have saved so many people back then. It was supposed to be a small celebration, just to reconnect with old allies.

Who would’ve thought it would escalate to this level?

Because Aslan altered the trajectory of Azi Dahaka’s Halo of the Supreme Ruler, he practically made everyone who participated in the battle to defend Arcadia’s flag owe him their lives.

Those daring to participate in the fight for Arcadia’s flag, competing for the Leo Sun Authority, were all elites from various Communities and Pantheons.

Many Almighty Domain (Three-Digit) beings descended as humans.

It was initially just about boosting reputation, but who knew the reputation would explode, exceeding what Arcadia could currently handle?

Aslan quickly reacted, narrowing his eyes and speaking cynically.

“Over a hundred thousand visiting cards at once, hundreds of Four-Digits, banquet Communities fully booked…”

“Tch, interesting~~”

“They’re that unwilling to let Arcadia rise again?”

Due to Aslan’s achievements, he simultaneously halted two Last Trials of Mankind. At the same time, the Perpetual Motion Machine’s Spirit Status was still in his hands.

This meant Aslan currently held full control over the allocation of the Feast of Merit.

Add to that the countless participants he saved.

Aslan’s personal reputation now almost surpassed the total reputation of the former Arcadia, even exceeding Canaria’s.

After all, Canaria only made Dystopia disappear, but she couldn’t make Little Garden’s gods feel the benefits.

On the contrary, the gods didn’t know how much they had invested in Canaria.

Aslan was the one who truly made the gods feel the benefits and controlled their allocation.

If such reputation were converted into Arcadia’s strength, combined with their uncertainty about whether Aslan truly inherited the dream of the Great Arcadia Alliance…

Moreover, Aslan knew that Ouroboros was the one who destroyed Arcadia back then.

It could be said that Ouroboros’ life or death was now entirely in his hands.

As long as Aslan was willing and allocated a bit more merit, countless spies would likely emerge in Ouroboros overnight.

What was lost wouldn’t just be some vague Demon Lord but the core that truly supported Ouroboros’ operations and existence.

After all, Ouroboros was merely an organization formed for profit. But in the face of merit… what were mere profits?

For Ouroboros, Aslan’s threat now surpassed even the Heavenly Army.

It wasn’t impossible that there were Ouroboros members within the Heavenly Army.

“Heh, looks like we’ve really grabbed that snake’s critical point this time.”

“Ouroboros…” Leticia showed a worried expression.

The mastermind behind Arcadia’s destruction. Even the fall of Little Garden Knight might have involved Ouroboros.

Holding such a critical point wasn’t necessarily good. It was hard to say if Aslan could withstand Ouroboros’ counterattack.

This celebration might turn into his funeral banquet.

“Don’t worry. Indra definitely has a hand in this.” Aslan laughed, pulling Leticia into his arms, pressing her head, and saying with narrowed eyes.

“After all, our esteemed Heavenly Army Leader also wants to clip Ouroboros’ wings.”

“Let me guess. He probably wants me to step out as a temporary target. At least on the surface, I need to pose a significant enough threat to Ouroboros.”

“After all, Ouroboros hides so deeply. Who can guess who’s behind them?”

“At a time like this, a target is very useful. For example, me—someone with enough hatred for Ouroboros, enough of a threat, and most importantly, enough knowledge about Ouroboros.”

“Well said. Truly the successor chosen by that naughty Canaria.”

A playful male voice sounded in Aslan’s ears.

At that moment, Aslan snapped his fingers and wordlessly stared at the sofa to his right.

“I assume this conversation doesn’t need to be moved to another dimension, right?”

“Tch, young people these days are getting less and less cute.”

On the sofa to Aslan’s right sat a man with blue hair, wearing a dark purple suit, an open bow tie, blue-painted nails, and a single ponytail. His demeanor was somewhat flamboyant.

The man propped one leg on the sofa, spread his arms, and looked at Aslan with a faint smile.

“And increasingly capable.”

Indra gazed at him with emotion, especially at Aslan’s act of breaking the alternate dimension he had just created.

“That move of yours, it’s not far from Spatial Divinity, is it?”

“Really, young people these days, each one like a monster.”

“Canaria was like that, and so are you.”

Monster? Who’s the real monster?

Aslan pursed his lips. Compared to Indra before him, who could single-handedly defeat a peak Azi Dahaka in human form, he was just an ordinary person.

“Alright, Uncle, just say what you want. No need to beat around the bush.”

Aslan’s words clearly annoyed Indra. Indra even let out a clear tsk.

“You’ve said it all; what else can I say?”

“Oh, really?” Aslan looked at him with slight surprise.

“Uh…”

Indra paused, then sighed.

“Don’t joke around. I’m not good at these convoluted things.”

As a former demon who betrayed, was he not good at it? Or unwilling?

It seemed Indra had truly repented. He wasn’t even willing to actively suggest underhanded methods.

Facing Aslan’s suspicious gaze, Indra gave a dry laugh.

Then, he crossed his legs. Vasavi Shakti appeared in his hand. The Indra here was merely a projection manifested through Vasavi Shakti.

“I’ll be direct. Be the target once. The Heavenly Army will support you in holding two Another Cosmologies simultaneously and will back you when you run for Full Authority Domain (Two-Digit).”

(Tempting… but not enough.)

The corner of Aslan’s lips curled into a smile as he looked at Indra and said,

“And how will my safety be guaranteed?”

(Safety… Is there a slipperier creature than you in all of Little Garden?)

Indra still didn’t know how Aslan returned after exiling both Angra Mainyu and himself from Little Garden.

And he even brought Vasavi Shakti back.

He had prepared for Aslan to hand over Void Star – Tai Sui and Vasavi Shakti to escape Angra Mainyu’s grasp. Then the Heavenly Army would reclaim the two Another Cosmologies and seal Angra Mainyu.

This kid was indeed a bit cunning.

“I can temporarily lend you Vasavi Shakti. Until the Heavenly Army reclaims it, you’re allowed to use Vasavi Shakti in one Gift Game.” Indra pursed his lips and said.

“That’s it?”

Still not satisfied? Vasavi Shakti, as an Another Cosmology, guaranteed unconditional victory in a Gift Game.

This meant that, while holding Vasavi Shakti and participating in a Gift Game—be it a Demon Lord Game, Maze Game, or any Gift Game—wielding Vasavi Shakti ensured victory.

This was a mandatory trait, etched into the rules of Little Garden’s Central Core. It was the embodiment of a Universal Truth symbolizing victory, carved into the Another Cosmology.

It could be said that, with Vasavi Shakti in hand, even a Seven-Digit could win against a Three-Digit, as long as they didn’t face a Two-Digit or another Another Cosmology bearing a Universal Truth like Vasavi Shakti.

And the only known Another Cosmology bearing a Universal Truth, besides Vasavi Shakti, was Avesta.

“Don’t be too greedy, you naughty kid. This is already the best deal I could fight for.” Indra stood, knocking Aslan’s head hard.

(Really, why does this kid have the same personality as Canaria? So greedy and so adept at seizing opportunities.)

Aslan rubbed his head in pain.

(Looks like this is indeed the greatest benefit Indra can offer. Time to take what’s given.)

Aslan calculated inwardly and nodded slightly.

“Uncle, I understand.”

“But Uncle, if I don’t use this opportunity now, can I use it later?” Aslan blinked his big eyes, looking at him pitifully.

(Pitiful, weak, and helpless. What harm could he want? He just hopes for Vasavi Shakti’s protection.)

Seeing Aslan’s pitiful act, learned from who-knows-where, Indra felt his nerves tighten.

His fist tightened!

He wanted to kiss Aslan’s cheek with his fist!

But as he clenched his fist, Indra realized his right hand had just broken. This kid was indeed cunning.

(This physical strength, it’s not far off from a Star Spirit, is it? It feels close to old Yang Jian.)

Then Indra sighed helplessly.

“This is really the last time. No more.”

Seeing how difficult it was for him, Aslan didn’t press further.

“Alright.” Aslan pursed his lips, as if still slightly dissatisfied.

“But Uncle Indra, can this opportunity be placed on Kurousagi?”

Kurousagi happened to have the Spear of Indra. And once connected to an Another Cosmology, who knows, he might borrow it more than once in the future.

Most importantly, this could hide him from the gods’ scrutiny, reduce Indra’s pressure, and better protect Kurousagi.

Hearing this, Indra gave him a deep look, paused, and said,

“I admit, you’re much sweeter than that naughty Canaria.”

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Title: Dealing with the World Dragon and Still Daring to Escape

“Remember to protect Kurousagi well.”

As he spoke, Indra stared at Aslan with a warning look, as if cautioning him to protect Kurousagi properly—preferably not protecting her all the way to bed.

“Don’t worry, my silly rabbit, I’ll definitely protect her well.” Aslan said jokingly, looking at Indra in front of him.

“Heh.” Indra sneered. He didn’t believe he couldn’t see Aslan’s intentions.

But he didn’t say anything.

His form vanished instantly, leaving behind a silent arc of blue lightning.

Seeing this, Aslan carefully sensed his surroundings again, only letting out a sigh of relief after confirming Indra was gone.

“As expected, you’ve got your eyes on Kurousagi.” Leticia said with a tone of resentment.

But she understood. After all, Kurousagi was a Moon Rabbit, her body naturally capable of causing disasters for nations and people, making kings skip morning court. Add to that Kurousagi’s overly gentle personality, her excessive trust in friends, and her susceptibility to being deceived.

Plus, her connection to Indra, the Moon Rabbit who inherited the most Divine Artifacts from Indra, holding the Moon Authority and other high-value attributes.

It was impossible not to be tempted.

“Ahem, let’s not dwell on these details.” Aslan coughed awkwardly. His plan had been exposed by Leticia in an instant, leaving him a bit embarrassed.

Leticia sighed and said, “Though I don’t mind, you should also consider Karyou’s feelings when saying things like that.”

“Hmm…” Aslan paused for a moment, then stiffly changed the subject.

“I think we should discuss something else.”

“Discuss what?” Leticia cooperatively shifted the topic.

“Discuss how the celebration in two days should be held.”

“And in what form we should officially step onto Little Garden’s stage.”

At this point, the corner of Aslan’s lips curled slightly as he said,

“In the name of the newly reborn Arcadia.”

“Leticia, you should also prepare to receive the gift I’ve prepared for you.”

“A true gift belonging to the vampires who died, the pure blood reborn.”

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At Ouroboros’ underground headquarters.

It was the meeting place for recruiting new advisors to the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community of Ouroboros.

After Canaria used some tactics to attract Ouroboros’ attention…

Thanks to Rin’s special identity as Kalki’s blood relative, Ouroboros quickly sent someone to escort Rin to their underground headquarters, the base of the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community.

“Rin, have you truly decided to join Ouroboros?” The current leader of the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community of Ouroboros, Kalki looked at Rin with doubt.

He had gone to great lengths to hide Rin’s existence. As long as Rin stayed at the Umbrella Corporation, she could live like an ordinary little girl, far from Ouroboros’ intrigues.

For Rin, Ouroboros wasn’t a good place to go.

“Yes, His Highness, I’ve made my decision. I’m certain I’ll join Ouroboros.” Rin’s eyes radiated an undeniable resolve.

She recalled the irresponsible golden-haired woman who took her as a disciple.

Thinking of the words she had said:

“If you don’t want your little brother to one day no longer be your brother, hide here?”

As one of Vishnu’s ten incarnations, the final Savior, Kalki the White Horse, countless beings in Little Garden coveted his Spirit Status.

Especially since Kalki also wove together ten different worldviews, increasing the likelihood of others devouring and perfectly assimilating his Spirit Status.

After all, devouring Kalki offered a chance to become Two-Digit and even join the Sun King Group, competing for the Spirit Status of the World Maintenance God—Vishnu.

How many who knew the inner truth wouldn’t be tempted?

In the face of a Two-Digit opportunity, how many could maintain their sanity?

If not for Ouroboros’ protection, Kalki might have been kidnapped and devoured the moment he appeared.

Yet, that woman, though she directly tore through her illusions and exposed the bloody reality before her, also gave Rin a chance—a chance to keep her little brother away from all this with her own abilities.

It remained to be seen whether Rin had the courage.

The courage to deceive the gods and fictionalize history.

To this, Rin’s answer was affirmative. Though only ten years old, she had made her decision and gathered her courage.

Even if what lay ahead was an abyss of eternal destruction.

Aslan’s evaluation of this was: bold.

As a nail planted in Ouroboros, Aslan personally crafted a copy of the Unofficial History for Rin, a Conceptual Equipment—Fiction Book.

Though not as powerful as the Unofficial History, which could easily alter the history of an entire world, it wasn’t difficult to cover small-scale history and fictionalize it.

However, the specific details of what to cover, the fictionalized history, and so on required the user to specify, unlike the Unofficial History, which could achieve it just by writing.

Its evaluation was a standard Five-Digit Gift.

“Rin…” Kalki paused, then smiled.

“Rin, welcome to the team.”

“Phew, finally a new member joins. These old bones can finally rest.” an aged, laughing voice suddenly rang out. Alongside it appeared a white-robed, elderly but remarkably robust man.

“Prophet.” Kalki bowed slightly to the man, paying his respects.

“Leader, no need to be so formal. I’m just an old man.” The Prophet waved casually, helping him up.

Then he looked at Rin with curiosity. When he saw the palm-sized book at her waist, he instinctively paused.

His instincts told him something was off about this book.

Rin cleverly picked up the Fiction Book and asked,

“What’s wrong, Lord Prophet? Is there an issue with this book?”

After all, it was a Fiction Book, and its appearance could naturally be fictionalized. On Canaria’s suggestion, Rin fictionalized it as a magic book.

It was a Gift she obtained while participating in a Gift Game hosted by a Community called LCO Library.

It had the ability to record magical formulas. Its only flaw was that after one use, it needed to be re-recorded.

This was LCO Library’s business model: mass-selling such magic books and earning money by recording magic.

The leader of LCO Library was a witch named Tokoyogi Aya. This Gift was created based on her abilities.

LCO Library was a Community that arrived in Little Garden two days ago. To build their name, they went all out to host a Gift Game.

Now, if they wanted, they could even go to Outer Gate 6666 to participate in a Gift Game.

“No issue. I must’ve seen it wrong.” The Prophet shook his head, but his heart remained full of suspicion. His instincts told him the book was problematic, but he couldn’t pinpoint where.

And Rin was Kalki’s older sister. Her identity was special. If not for Kalki, he might have started interrogating Rin by now.

(Poet… Could it be Orpheus?)

(Heh, Orpheus, you still haven’t given up.)

How disgusting, a hatred so thick it nearly overflowed…

Kalki and Rin exchanged glances, both understanding each other’s intentions.

The Prophet’s presence was somewhat obstructive, and his threat level was high.

They needed to find a way to get rid of him.

But on the surface, Rin and Kalki still showed great respect for this affectionate Prophet.

For a moment, it looked like a harmonious scene of a grandfather bonding with his grandson and granddaughter. But who knew they each harbored their own sinister plans?

“Alright, Rin, Your Highness, please come in. Now I’ll introduce the members of our Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community to Rin.”

The Prophet said with an affectionate smile, leading Rin and Kalki to the meeting room.

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Currently seated in the meeting room was a girl with twin golden ponytails, wearing a bright red jacket over a black outfit resembling a cheongsam.

Vampire, Lamia Draculea II. After absorbing Leticia’s Divinity, she surged to become a main attacker among the Four-Digit Elites.

She was responsible for the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community’s combat strength and doubled as Kalki’s martial arts instructor.

Graiya Gryph, a black griffin with a Tree of Life-shaped circle, identical to the Genome Tree, etched on his chest.

Aura, a robed woman called a witch. She possessed the Golden Harp Gift, Balor’s Death Eye, and one of the five divine spears—Brionac.

And a small but sturdy monkey, Scourge of the North, Demon King of Confusion.

These were all the current members of the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community.

These members couldn’t be called overflowing with talent, but they could at least be likened to a lineup of countless saints.

How many Pantheons were mixed into this small Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community?

Lamia, inseparable from her connection to the World Dragon Kurma.

Aura, a human witch, holding Balor’s Death Eye from the Celtic worldview.

Though it was a false history altered by Christianity, it was clear she was a person of Halloween Queen.

As for Graiya Gryph, the Genome Tree on his chest was etched by Kasukabe Koumei when he was young due to his frail body.

And the Demon King of Confusion… no need to say more.

Then Aslan meddled through Rin’s body.

A liquor factory? This must be a fake liquor factory.

However, this Prophet didn’t seem to care much about the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community members’ complex backgrounds.

Honestly, the only Ouroboros member with a relatively clean background was the now-deceased Maxwell.

After all, Maxwell alone had no background, a pure unfortunate soul.

Like a small monster in Journey to the West, he became Four-Digit through his own efforts, only to be beaten to death by Sun Wukong with a staff.

After briefly introducing the current members of Ouroboros’ Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community to Rin, the Prophet began preparing for serious matters.

As he spoke, the old Prophet walked to the main seat, simultaneously turning on the projector behind him, displaying Aslan’s photo.

“This is our mission’s target this time, the second-generation Leader of Arcadia—Aslan.”

“His existence, in a sense, greatly threatens the order of the Lower Layers.” the Prophet said with a grave tone.

(But could the real threat to the Lower Layers’ order be us, Ouroboros?)

Kalki inwardly complained. Though he hadn’t been in Ouroboros long, as its Lord, his status in Ouroboros was special.

He still knew many of the “good” things Ouroboros had done.

Not just him—who among those present didn’t know that Ouroboros was the main cause of much of Little Garden’s chaos?

The victims of the chaos created by Ouroboros were right here!

But clearly, this Prophet knew these things, or rather, he deliberately chose Aslan as the first mission target for the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community.

He wanted Kalki and the others to understand, to grasp the terror of the snake, so they would obey.

Complex identities, possible spies for other entities, chess pieces? That wasn’t important.

Whether they could be used by him—that was what mattered.

“But are you sure we can target Aslan, Mithras?”

Suddenly, a childish yet ancient voice came from Lamia’s mouth. It didn’t sound like Lamia’s voice.

The Prophet… no, Mithras, froze instantly.

He could naturally tell that the one descending and using Lamia’s body was the World Dragon Kurma.

But why was Aslan worth Kurma’s descent?

Mithras couldn’t guess the reason at all.

“Then, what’s your suggestion, Her Highness?” Mithras respectfully saluted ‘Lamia.’

“Hmm… Forget it. I’ll give you a SEAL character.” ‘Lamia’ pondered for a moment, took a piece of white paper, and casually wrote a SEAL character imbued with powerful suppression and sealing abilities.

It was enough to completely seal Aslan’s spatial abilities for a short time.

“Who told that guy to steal my favorite toy?”

After saying that, Kurma’s will vanished from Lamia’s body.

After Kurma left, Lamia also understood the ins and outs of the situation.

The reason was that Aslan used the Strike the Blood world, forcibly altering the vampire concept into a Bloodline, snatching the vampire concept from Kurma’s hands. Even Leticia was taken.

Of course, this was a minor issue. If it were just that, Kurma wouldn’t target Aslan so much.

But who told Leticia to transform her incarnation, the Zodiac Dragon worshipped by the vampire clan, into her Beast Vassal?

This was equivalent to a follower enslaving a god, a clear act of blasphemy.

No wonder Kurma was so furious.

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Title: So, Who Actually Owns Ouroboros?

Mithras was suspected to be an incarnation of the Holy Son of Christianity.

Kalki sighed helplessly.

(What qualities does Aslan have to be targeted by two Two-Digit entities at once?)

This made it impossible for him to help Aslan, even if he wanted to.

As Aslan’s comrade in the fight against Angra Mainyu, Kalki truly couldn’t bear to see him targeted by Ouroboros to the point of death.

What a pity… he had still hoped for Aslan’s support when challenging Angra Mainyu in the future.

Under the seal set by Kurma, even if Aslan’s mastery of space reached the level of an Authority, it was unlikely he could escape death.

“Looks like Uncle’s in big trouble this time.” Lamia said with a gleeful smile.

“Maybe I can take Auntie back.”

Kalki frowned upon hearing Lamia’s words but didn’t continue speaking.

Graiya sneered and said no more.

Aurora, as if she hadn’t heard anything, kept her hood on and head lowered, immersed in her own world.

The Demon King of Confusion seemed to be thinking of something, showing a cruel smile.

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In the underground library of Arcadia’s main headquarters.

Spirit Flames, devoid of intelligence, floated on the ceiling, emitting a soft, pure white light. They looked like a white carpet covering the ceiling.

Under the light, a golden-haired woman in a snow-white bathrobe, with only a ribbon tied at her waist, held a scroll in one hand while propping up a desk with the other. She sat at the desk, calmly reading.

Seeing that familiar, perfect profile that made many in Little Garden’s fists itch.

Aslan sighed, walked over, pulled a chair beside the desk, and sat down.

“Canaria, you suddenly contacted me with this talk of being targeted by some extraordinary existence—what’s that about?”

In fact, besides this fake Canaria’s warning, Aslan had just received five warning letters from different sources.

All of them told him his situation had been exposed, and he was being targeted by Ouroboros.

Some even said he was targeted by the World Dragon and should immediately apologize to the World Dragon.

Others warned him not to revive Arcadia so quickly, as he had slightly provoked the sensitive nerves of certain entities.

Among them was even a letter signed by Kalki, directly informing him that Ouroboros planned to attack him at the celebration feast he was about to hold.

It asked him not to hold the celebration.

Of course, the most audacious was the Demon King of Confusion, who, relying on his Gift’s abilities, directly infiltrated Arcadia to warn him to his face.

Add to that this fake Canaria’s warning…

It gave Aslan an illusion: Who actually owns Ouroboros?

Why did it feel like everyone was a spy? And even his spies!

He should’ve only placed one spy in Ouroboros, right? Rin, Kalki’s older sister.

When did the others become his subordinates? Aslan sank into deep thought.

Canaria tilted her head, her face breaking into a wide smile as she looked at him and said,

“Master, could it be that you’re really being targeted by an extraordinary existence?”

“That World Dragon, and Mithras, suspected to be an incarnation of the Holy Son.”

“So what?” Aslan raised an eyebrow, looking at her strangely.

He was fully prepared. Right now, he was only targeted by two Two-Digit entities, one of which was just a suspicion.

The problem wasn’t big. Shiroyasha could still handle it!

“So, Master, are you really not going to apologize? As long as you apologize, with that Ruler’s temperament, you’d at most face some teasing, and then it’d all blow over.” Canaria sighed. Sometimes, she didn’t know what to say about Aslan’s knack for stirring up trouble.

Aslan had even managed to offend the World Dragon, said to be the kindest and most easygoing among the Two-Digits.

Now that it had come to this, almost all of Little Garden was laughing at Aslan’s predicament. Though it was discussed within Ouroboros, as long as it was openly talked about, it was practically a public announcement.

“Hmm… apologize.” Aslan paused, then muttered softly.

“How would I know which issue got exposed?”

He had offended that World Dragon more than once. If it was just about Leticia, that was fine.

But he was only afraid it wasn’t just that issue that had been exposed.

“Which issue?” The corner of Canaria’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch slightly.

“I feel like you’re even better at stirring up trouble than my original self, and it’s all extraordinary trouble.”

“It’s not as bad as you imagine.”

Aslan shrugged, his face smiling, and said in a very cynical tone,

“Just because of some Ruler’s prank, then changing their attitude, it’s not worth our attention.”

If there was really a problem, Shiroyasha would’ve warned him. Since Shiroyasha clearly hadn’t said anything, it could only mean the issue wasn’t big. After weathering this storm, everything would be fine.

“There are only a few who oppose Ouroboros because of Arcadia’s destruction, have good relations with us, are willing to warn us, and side with us.”

Aslan said this while mentally tallying those who could act.

“Indra, representing the Heavenly Army; Halloween Queen, who has some connection with me; Sun Wukong, Karyou’s older sister; and maybe the Greek Goddess of Wisdom, Athena, who might take a side.”

“But my relationship with Halloween Queen is average at best. She’d probably only help me discreetly.”

“Sun Wukong herself is already wary of many gods and Buddhas, and Athena’s hard to pin down.”

“In the end, it’s likely only Indra who’ll always side with me. Vasavi Shakti is in my hands the whole time.”

“So, most likely, I won’t have any problems.”

“In conclusion, do what needs to be done, eat what needs to be eaten, don’t worry too much.”

“Everything proceeds as usual.”

After saying this, Aslan adjusted his mood and smiled at Canaria.

“By the way, Canaria, have you finished writing the celebration proposal I asked you to plan?”

Hearing this, Canaria looked at him with deep resentment. That resentment was like a wife upset that her husband had been abroad for decades without ever visiting her.

(If you hadn’t mentioned this, we’d still be good friends.)

“What do you think…” Canaria clutched her hair in pain.

Planning a celebration that might involve millions of people, single-handedly, with who-knows-how-many gods and Buddhas coming to stir trouble and have fun.

Those gods and Buddhas were the hardest to deal with.

And she had to satisfy them…

This was truly not a human’s job.

“Keep it up!!” Aslan patted Canaria’s shoulder with considerable sympathy.

“Oh, and it needs to be done by tomorrow. There’s not much time left.”

“…Alright.” Canaria said through gritted teeth. She had only one desire: to cut down most of the gods and Buddhas in Little Garden.

As for Aslan, how dare he harbor bad intentions toward his Supreme Master?

Not only was Canaria suffering because of the proposal due tomorrow morning, but she hadn’t even written a single word.

Aslan was actually thinking about one thing.

About the Bloodline base in Little Garden… All the famous Outer Gates in Little Garden currently had owners.

To support the development of the Bloodline in Little Garden, at least a Four-Digit Outer Gate was needed.

Aslan was pondering how he could seize a Four-Digit Outer Gate to use as a Bloodline base.

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Outer Gate 6666, City of Desire.

Under Mithras’ arrangement, the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community of Ouroboros was tasked with a special mission to deliver a letter.

However, since it was merely a simple letter-delivery mission meant to demonstrate the importance of the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community to the recipient, the task ultimately fell to Kalki, Lamia, and Rin.

The three of them observed an ugly man and a beautiful woman on the street, silently watched for a moment, found the right direction, and headed straight for the Indian Temple in the center.

Along the way, under the cover of Lamia’s shadows, they cleverly avoided layers of guards, passing through six layers of defenses.

Finally, at the underground entrance of the Temple in the city center, Kalki halted his steps.

The underground entrance was unguarded, just an empty dark corridor. However, a faint light shone from below.

Kalki stared at the corridor below, thought for a moment, and nodded to Lamia.

“You go in to deliver the letter. Rin and I will keep watch.”

Due to his identity, there were some things he couldn’t do as freely as Lamia.

Having been possessed by Kurma once, Lamia was considered a representative of the World Dragon, and no one dared to trouble her.

Though Lamia herself was completely unaware of this and even somewhat resented her Creator.

Who told Him to leave such an obvious weakness when creating them?

The tragedy of the vampire clan all stemmed from this weakness to sunlight, especially her mother, now suffering from a curse.

This made Lamia quite unrestrained now.

She could express her thoughts and attitudes without hesitation.

Passing through the long candlelit corridor, Lamia reached the lowest hall and saw a sea of lava fire.

GURGLE—

The reddish-black lava emitted a rumbling sound.

Walking to the bottom and stopping before the lava pool, Lamia’s gaze pierced through the lava, looking into the distance.

At the end of the hall was a stone altar, and on the altar was a blazing red lotus bud.

At that moment, red veins flickered on the lotus bud, and an elegant fragrance wafted.

Lamia controlled her shadows to envelop her, preventing contact with the fragrance.

Just then, a woman’s voice sounded.

“Little bat of the World Dragon, what business do you have coming to a small place like the City of Desire?”

The woman’s voice was crisp, carrying a hint of playful generosity.

Yet, despite being a normal conversation, it made Lamia see countless illusions.

In those illusions were a man and a woman. The man had Aslan’s face, and the woman had her own face, Leticia’s, and her mother’s.

Lamia bit her tongue in slight embarrassment, forcing herself to snap out of the recurring illusions.

She did have some fondness for Aslan, but that was only because Aslan had snatched the vampire concept from Kurma’s hands, resolving the vampires’ weakness to sunlight.

Also, with Kurma’s endorsement, she saw the possibility of resolving the curse on her mother, Lamia, through Leticia.

But having some fondness couldn’t possibly reach this level, right?

“Since the First Alliance is being pursued by Indra, the letter delivery this time has been reassigned to our Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community. Please understand, Your Highness Asura.”

Asura!

One of the Eight Buddhist Divisions, a half-human, half-god born in the Desire Realm Heaven, representing the evil retribution of good and evil karma, a brave and skilled Demon God.

In Little Garden, Asura generally referred to the king of the Shura race.

The kings and queens of the Shura race throughout history were granted the title of Asura and Four-Digit status.

At the same time, Asura was also a force affiliated with the Fortune Gate, their tentacles in the lower world.

The mission Lamia had received earlier was to deliver a letter to the current Queen of the Shura race.

“Oh? Indra? The guy who stole my ancestor’s wife, he’s descended to the lower world?” The woman’s voice sneered, carrying a hint of anger.

“He can actually catch Ouroboros’ tail? Looks like something provoked him, making him stop playing the loser game.”

“Hmm, looking at recent major events, is it that Canaria’s Community? I remember there’s a kid she favored there…”

The Shura race and Indra both belonged to Buddhism, but the former wasn’t part of the Heavenly Army and clearly didn’t get along with Indra.

Lamia had also heard the specific reason. It involved a scandal from a thousand years ago.

The Shura race practiced intra-tribal marriage, especially for their kings and queens throughout history. Their children had to be pure-blooded Shura.

However, Shura men were ugly, and their women were beautiful. Naturally, there were complaints in marriages. Infidelity was all too common.

Until Queen Asura, Saci, appeared, a bit foolish for love, combined with Indra’s penchant for seducing other people’s wives.

Who would’ve thought Saci would fall head over heels, bearing Indra a daughter—the current Queen Asura.

And she refused contact with any man other than Indra.

The issue was still normal up to this point, but Indra’s avoidance directly turned Saci into a yandere.

Add to that another Shura heir kidnapping Karyou, only to be heavily punished by Sun Wukong, losing their heir status.

In the end, it led to Indra’s daughter becoming the Queen of the Shura race.

Due to Indra’s abandonment of his wife and child, the Shura race’s relationship with Indra was poor.

This was why Ouroboros sent a letter to Asura. The one certain to side with Aslan now was Indra, but Asura could make Indra feel guilty and hesitant to step forward.

Thus, Aslan would no longer be able to rely on others’ strength and would have to face Ouroboros’ siege alone.


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Title: What Kind of Strong Man Can Tame Shiroyasha?

Lamia didn’t respond, only lowering her head in silence. But at that moment, she seemed to recall something and spoke.

“Your Highness Asura.”

“What is it?” The woman’s voice asked.

Lamia hesitated for a moment, then said, “The Community Your Highness mentioned, the leader of Arcadia, he seems to be greatly favored by Shiroyasha.”

“Hmm?” A surprised voice sounded.

“Should I take that as a threat, little bat of the World Dragon?”

“Of course not, how could I dare threaten Your Highness Asura?” Lamia said in a voice without the slightest fluctuation. But at this moment, her body was tensed to the limit.

If Asura made the slightest odd move, she would instantly turn into a shadow and vanish from this place.

“I’m merely stating a small fact.” Lamia shook her head, recalling the scene she witnessed when she bought her aunt Leticia’s Divinity at the Thousand Eyes auction.

Shiroyasha was sitting on Aslan’s shoulders, demanding various little gifts for Aslan everywhere.

“Interesting. Even when Canaria was alive, she couldn’t make Shiroyasha bet so heavily…” A cheerful laugh echoed, followed by a whisper full of charm and allure.

“Leave the letter.”

“Tell the people of the First Alliance I’ll consider it… I’m not sure yet if I’ll take action to completely bury that newly born Community’s seedling.”

“Such important information, and they didn’t even tell me…”

“Heh~”

A light laugh reverberated in the underground chamber, as if mocking those who didn’t even dare show their faces.

Lamia sighed, quietly placing the letter Ouroboros had tasked her to deliver on the stone altar.

(Uncle, this is all I can do to help you.)

(The rest, you’ll have to fight for yourself…)

(I don’t want Auntie to become a widow so soon…)

(I’m still waiting for you to save my mother.)

After placing the letter, Lamia had no reason to linger and transformed into a shadow, vanishing from the place that made her feel so uneasy.

“Heh, the First Alliance people are getting more useless by the day.”

A petite girl with short, dark blue hair, wearing a Dunhuang-style hanfu, opened the letter’s envelope, frowning as she read it.

“Interesting? How could that loser Indra lose his Another Cosmology?”

Asura couldn’t help but feel a slight interest in Aslan. Of course, just a slight interest.

As the Queen of the Shura race, who became Queen by defeating all with her Four-Digit Outlier strength, even surpassing many elders, she wasn’t interested in those weaker than her.

Normally, she wouldn’t care about trivial matters like this, just an ordinary celebration feast.

What was worth her attention?

Not to mention, Aslan was Shiroyasha’s person. Though the Shura race had wealth and power, they didn’t want to offend Shiroyasha.

What if Shiroyasha regained her Spirit Status and came to settle scores with the Shura race?

But now, she felt a bit curious about Arcadia’s situation. Not just because of the Moon Rabbit in Arcadia.

But also, curious about how Indra’s Vasavi Shakti ended up in Aslan’s hands.

Did she have a chance to seize Vasavi Shakti?

That way, Indra wouldn’t be able to keep avoiding her, right?

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Two days later, at the crack of dawn.

It should’ve been a time for midnight rest, but Arcadia was in complete chaos.

“Lady Leticia, please!” Several members of the Youth group sought out Leticia in the meeting room, speaking in a panic.

“The past two days, the number of people coming to the End of the World has exceeded ten million, far surpassing our initial planning, and most are Six-Digit or higher Gift holders. Security personnel are completely insufficient.”

“The people Miss Natsuki arrested have already filled the prison.”

“Hurry and build a few more barrier prisons. I’ll ask Giada to bring the Numbered Species to maintain order.” Leticia massaged her temples in pain. She could only be grateful that Aslan had told her about the existence of Beast Vassals in another dimension.

Though their intelligence hadn’t been developed yet, as Beast Vassals with Primogenitor-level power in their bodies, under Giada’s leadership, they could still maintain order.

But before Leticia could even catch her breath, more group members came running.

“Lady Leticia, accommodations are severely lacking. Some Communities that didn’t get a spot have started protesting.”

“Find Kurousagi, ask her for some Ground Cards to use as accommodations.”

“Also, the food supply issue. Too many Communities came without prior notice. We didn’t prepare for them…”

“Urgently buy from Thousand Eyes. Sell to them at several times the price. Oh, and remember to charge a service fee. Pay first, then talk about service.”

Leticia felt no joy toward these uninvited guests.

She hated the second-generation gods and Buddhas in the Lower Layers the most. Each one was arrogant, yet they loved gathering in crowds.

The most critical point was that their strength and influence weren’t weak, and she couldn’t ignore them.

They were the ones who caused the most trouble.

Leticia felt no pressure at all about taking them down.

After dealing with these group members, the Child group members came running again, panting.

“Lady Leticia, another high-ranking god wants to switch to a better accommodation.”

“Which faction’s high-ranking god this time…” Leticia massaged her temples in pain.

If it were just the Communities that sent visiting cards, Arcadia’s arrangements would’ve had no issues at all.

After all, Canaria’s proposal had left enough room. Even if the number of people doubled, it wouldn’t have been a problem.

The only surprise was that too many people came for fun.

Due to irresponsible newspaper reports, Aslan and Shiroyasha’s relationship was directly exposed.

Like how Arcadia’s leader had tamed Shiroyasha, or how Aslan was Shiroyasha’s mount…

For a time, it attracted countless fun-seekers coming to “civilly observe the monkey.”

They wanted to see what kind of strong man could tame Shiroyasha.

And the issue happened too suddenly. Two days of preparation was already tight.

But coincidentally, the day before the event began, another bombshell dropped.

It left them stunned.

The Child group immediately showed a troubled expression.

“It’s a high-ranking god from the Greek Pantheon…”

“Greek… haven’t they already arrived?” Leticia was dizzy.

Hadn’t Heracles, who had a good relationship with Arcadia, arrived long ago?

So Arcadia was once again caught in the Greek Pantheon’s internal turmoil?

One wave hadn’t settled before another arose.

So dizzy… Who else wanted them to take a side?

At this moment, a Child group member said with red eyes,

“That high-ranking god also said to arrange some top-quality dancers… If there aren’t any, he even thought we looked good enough…”

“If it weren’t for His Highness Heracles…”

Arranging dancers and such, adults understood, but targeting children…

Leticia paused, patted the Child group member’s head, and said with a calm expression,

“Leave it to me to handle. It’s late, go rest first.”

After saying that, she used suggestion magic to ensure the child rested well, then walked with a dark expression to Aslan’s office.

Soon after, Leticia knocked on the office door.

“Come in.” Aslan’s voice came from inside.

Leticia entered and saw him just finishing a conversation with Heracles.

“Then, Brother Aslan, we’ll leave it at that.” Heracles showed an honest smile, nodded slightly to Leticia, and left.

“No problem. I should thank Uncle for his care in the future.” Aslan smiled broadly as he saw Heracles off.

Then Aslan turned his gaze to Leticia and asked,

“Want some red wine?”

“Sure.” Leticia nodded, then walked and sat on the sofa in front of him. Watching Aslan pour wine for her, she weighed her words and said,

“Hard work… even though you’re still expanding space to accommodate the world.”

“Alright, no need to say more. This is my fault. I didn’t expect the Queen to cause trouble at this time…” Aslan raised two glasses of wine, handed one to Leticia, and sipped his own.

“Which troublesome guest is worrying you? Is it Ares? I’ve already asked Heracles to deal with him a bit.”

“After this, he should be a bit quieter.”

“Oh, and after this, no need to worry about the Greek side. Heracles will help us hold them back.”

For this, Aslan had paid a steep price, sacrificing a full Noble Phantasm.

The Twelve Labours from the Type-Moon (Fate/Grand Order) world wasn’t cheap for Heracles in Little Garden. Heracles owed Aslan a huge favor.

Though Heracles in Little Garden had completed the Twelve Labours, gaining an immortal body, the Noble Phantasm Twelve Labours purely granted twelve lives.

Though Heracles had to pay a certain price to enhance this Noble Phantasm to a level effective for him, that was his business.

Overall, both sides were very satisfied with this cooperation.