Little Garden 196-200

Title: Where Did My Another Cosmology Come From?

It should be noted that to fully integrate a Sun Authority, one must at least obtain the Sun Authority’s legacy or carve a legacy within the Sun Authority.

The actual integration of a Sun Authority is not as simple as merely holding it and activating its passive abilities based on compatibility.

Take, for example, Dog Sun Authority held by Aslan. If the Great Tengu, who once carved a legacy within this Sun Authority, used it, the manifestation would clearly differ from Aslan’s lifesaving abilities.

A fully liberated Sun Authority is no weaker than an Another Cosmology. However, the difficulty of liberation is extremely high, with stringent compatibility requirements.

No one in Little Garden has ever fully liberated a Sun Authority, not even Shiroyasha or Queen Halloween.

A fully liberated Sun Authority is roughly equivalent to one forty-fourth of Little Garden’s power.

Aslan’s act of seizing twelve Sun Authority legacies at once was, without a doubt, a bold and blatant declaration that he aimed to collect all the Sun Authorities and dominate Little Garden.

This was why Karyou and the others looked at him with admiration.

This was far bigger than the Sun War. After all, the holders and former holders of Sun Authorities—who among them wasn’t a renowned god or Buddha?

“But this doesn’t warrant you asking me for help, does it?” Sun Wukong looked at Shiroyasha with confusion.

After all, the being with the most Sun Authorities in all of Little Garden was standing right in front of her—Shiroyasha.

If Shiroyasha wanted, what was the issue with seizing a few legacies? She could even lend a few Sun Authorities to Aslan to play with.

As long as ownership didn’t change, most gods and Buddhas would turn a blind eye.

With imperfect liberation and incomplete ownership, the Sun Authorities’ symbolic value was greater than their practical significance.

However, it also depended on who was backing you. Otherwise, just the accusation of “attempting to peek into Little Garden’s ultimate secrets” could get you destroyed.

Shiroyasha had enough weight to suppress all of this.

Hearing this, Shiroyasha let out a long sigh and said heavily,

“Because Laplace reminded me that he observed an incomplete Another Cosmology in Aslan’s body.”

“Huh?” Aslan froze, looking at Shiroyasha with slight confusion.

(No, where did my Another Cosmology come from?)

(Is there really none?)

(Those aren’t mine; they all have to be returned.)

Although he currently possessed three Another Cosmologies, in reality, only one could be used discreetly.

Vasavi Shakti had to be returned to Indra. As for Void Star · Tai Sui, it was someone else’s inherited Gift. Though valuable, he couldn’t bring himself to forcibly take it.

So, strictly speaking, Aslan had no Another Cosmology at the moment.

“Shiro, are you sure you’re not here to show off?”

The flames of jealousy in Sun Wukong’s eyes were practically blazing.

What filled her eyes? Jealousy.

(Damn it, Shiro, this lucky bastard, is showing off again.)

However, the possibility of Aslan possessing an Another Cosmology wasn’t impossible.

Who told Aslan’s battle record to be so dazzling and his growth so rapid? Even with the blessing of merits, he couldn’t have reached this stage.

What normal person, just over a month after arriving in Little Garden, could play an irreplaceable role on the battlefield against a Last Trial of Mankind?

“So, you suspect the Another Cosmology in Aslan’s body requires twelve Sun Authorities to complete?”

Soon, Sun Wukong realized the crux of the issue.

That completing an Another Cosmology required Sun Authorities wasn’t unusual. On the contrary, it was very normal.

After all, Sun Authorities could be used for stamping, charging, and refining the worldview of an Another Cosmology with the worldview contained within them.

However, it should be noted that even the so-called strongest Another Cosmology, Avatāra, only required ten Sun Authorities. And that was because Avatāra contained ten different worldviews.

It also hid at least ten backdoors…

Otherwise, it wouldn’t have fallen into Ouroboros’ hands for Kalki to use.

“No wonder you said you couldn’t suppress this issue.” Sun Wukong nodded thoughtfully.

It should be known that once someone held more than twelve Sun Authorities, they could even gain the immense power to reshape Little Garden.

Although achieving that step required integrating all twelve Sun Authorities into oneself, an Another Cosmology was the best vessel for this.

In other words, Aslan truly had the potential to dominate and rebuild Little Garden.

“So, Monkey, just say it—will you help or not?” Shiroyasha looked at Sun Wukong with an expressionless face.

She didn’t care about the Another Cosmology in Aslan’s body. After all, an Another Cosmology was ultimately just a blueprint for gods to create a universe.

And when Aslan matured… he would become a god responsible for creating worlds. An Another Cosmology was just so-so.

However, at this stage, an Another Cosmology was still quite useful. At the very least, it could conceal Aslan’s true nature.

Now, some were already itching to make a move.

Shiroyasha sneered. Were they so unwilling to see Little Garden prosper?

Gaia back then, Canaria later, and now Aslan would not escape the same fate as Gaia and Canaria.

However, Shiroyasha also realized one thing: human strength had its limits. Even she, a Primordial Star, was no exception.

In the small chessboard of Little Garden, inhabited by at least seventeen Two-Digit entities, there were bound to be places her hands couldn’t reach.

Or rather, others didn’t see her as a chess player but as a useful Two-Digit pawn.

But don’t forget, who held the most Sun Authorities right now? Who truly held the reins?

This was her Little Garden!!!

However, one person’s power was ultimately limited. Even as a Two-Digit, restricted by rules, there wasn’t much she could do.

At this moment, alliances and allies became crucial.

The best allies Shiroyasha could think of were the Earth Mother Gods. After all, when the Geocentric Theory was still the Geocentric Theory, Shiroyasha could also be called an Earth Star Spirit, the greatest Earth Mother God.

Moreover, Earth Mother Gods were mostly powerful, holding high positions in various Pantheons, and were trustworthy and kind.

Seeking them as allies meant no need to worry about being stabbed in the back, and even if negotiations failed, there was no need to fear becoming sworn enemies.

Of course, the most important point was that Earth Mother Gods, like Shiroyasha, deeply loved Little Garden and Human History.

Simply put, because they cared too much, they were easy to control.

The only difference was that Earth Mother Gods cared about humans, while Shiroyasha cared about Little Garden.

However, the current downside was that, perhaps due to Gaia’s death chilling the hearts of the Earth Mother Gods, they were now almost a scattered force. Their relationships were only decent, meeting occasionally.

But no matter. As long as Sun Wukong could complete her mission, with her identity as a Candidate Originator created by the stars, she could fully reunite the Earth Mother Gods.

Though this was somewhat difficult.

“Help, of course I’ll help. After all, he’s my brother-in-law.” Sun Wukong said with a laugh. She didn’t think as far as Shiroyasha did.

To her, this was just an ordinary alliance. They would help Aslan complete his unawakened Another Cosmology.

On the other side, Aslan looked at the Another Cosmology in his body and sank into thought.

“Three Another Cosmologies, that’s not a problem, right?” Aslan muttered softly.

What was with this extra one?

“Wait? Three? Damn! Since when was there an extra?”

“Avesta isn’t in my body, is it?”

To be precise, Aslan had placed Avesta in Angra Mainyu’s body.

What he carried were only Vasavi Shakti and Void Star · Tai Sui.

Aslan was a bit speechless. He took out Vasavi Shakti and Void Star · Tai Sui. He saw an Another Cosmology, without a definite form, quietly gathering some concepts within his body.

The corner of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

“But when exactly did Algol give me this thing?”

Sensing the familiar aura of this Another Cosmology, Aslan roughly understood where it came from.

If his guess wasn’t wrong, this Another Cosmology was likely gifted to him by Algol when he was researching the Cleansing Virus.

The reason was simple. Unless an Another Cosmology was naturally born or possessed from birth, creating one required at least two Kings of Gods to make it together, as Little Garden didn’t recognize monotheism.

So, despite Algol’s advanced technology, she couldn’t overcome the rule’s restrictions. She had tried to create an Another Cosmology.

But Algol was a Problem Child. Her sharp tongue had offended many gods and Buddhas. Where could she find someone to help her complete her Another Cosmology?

This left her Another Cosmology perpetually in an incomplete, half-finished state.

Aslan’s testing of the Cleansing Virus, in a sense, aligned with the worldview of Algol’s Another Cosmology.

And so, his name was added to it.

“It’s like helping a big shot with work, but because it only had one signature, it couldn’t be published. Then, by chance, my name was added (as a co-author).”

Of course, getting an Another Cosmology for free was far more advantageous than being a co-author.

If word of this got out, countless people would be jealous to the point of toothache.

At this moment, Aslan had also achieved a rare feat in Little Garden.

Holding four Another Cosmologies simultaneously, even if two were temporary.

It would be nice if one day he could hold all twenty-four Sun Authorities at once.

No, it should be twenty-five.

Though difficult to achieve, one must always have dreams. Who knows, they might come true?

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Title: A Sudden Mysterious Pain in the Waist

Aslan suddenly thought that collecting all the Sun Authorities unexpectedly had some feasibility, and the feasibility wasn’t low.

Shiroyasha currently held fourteen Sun Authorities, Queen Halloween had six, plus Ophiuchus in Leticia’s body.

That was already twenty-one.

Then there was Dragon Sun Authority, obtained from defeating Maxwell, plus Leo Sun Authority, which was to be returned.

That made twenty-three.

Currently, only Pisces and Taurus had unknown whereabouts. However, through Kalki and Ouroboros’ channels, it wasn’t impossible to obtain them.

It seemed that awakening an Another Cosmology and completing Kalki’s Spirit Status required these two Sun Authorities.

Just all the Sun Authorities? That was as easy as flipping a hand.

Hearing Aslan’s soft muttering, the air in all of Arcadia instantly fell silent.

“What? Another Cosmology? And three of them?” Karyou couldn’t help but blurt out.

Was this still the Another Cosmology she imagined? Why did it feel like they were scattered everywhere?

In all her life, she hadn’t even seen an Another Cosmology up close.

Sun Wukong and Bull Demon King were the same. During the Sun War back then, if just one person wielding an Another Cosmology had stepped in, there would’ve been no need to fight.

They would’ve surrendered immediately.

“There really is a difference between one human and another.”

Shiroyasha sighed helplessly. Then, the next second, she shamelessly hugged Aslan’s leg.

“Big Brother~ Brother Aslan, I beg you, give your little sister one Another Cosmology to play with.”

Shiroyasha was also tempted by something like an Another Cosmology. She had indeed come into contact with many, but always passively.

When she caused chaos back then, she was ganged up on by several Pantheons wielding Another Cosmologies.

Too many tears to recount.

It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about creating one, but she genuinely lacked the technical ability.

Beating people up, she was an expert. But when it came to building a worldview and creating an Another Cosmology, it gave her a headache.

“Here, Vasavi Shakti belongs to Indra. Take it to play with~”

Aslan arrogantly ruffled Shiroyasha’s head and tossed Vasavi Shakti to her.

This scene left Sun Wukong stunned.

She was now somewhat suspicious of Aslan and Shiroyasha’s relationship. What exactly was their connection?

Shiroyasha was willing to make such a big bet.

And Aslan, too—if he returned Vasavi Shakti to Indra, who knows how many good things he could squeeze out of that old ghost Indra’s hands.

Indra had even prepared to go to the outside world himself to retrieve his Another Cosmology, while also checking if he could seal Angra Mainyu and delay his arrival.

At the very least, that could earn a favor from the Leader of the Heavenly Army.

“Aslan, I want one too, I want one too!!”

Seeing Shiroyasha get one, Karyou also wanted to take a close look at what an Another Cosmology was.

Seeing her excitement, Aslan smiled. It was about as delightful as his little girlfriend looking at him with adoring eyes.

“Mmm, Void Star · Tai Sui, take it to play.”

Saying that, Aslan tossed the small celestial sphere model to Karyou.

It wasn’t his, so he naturally didn’t regret letting it go.

After all, it had to be returned eventually. Might as well treat it as a final chance to show off.

“This is an Another Cosmology? It looks kind of ordinary.” Karyou said curiously. The fantasy and reality had quite a gap.

The forms of existence for Another Cosmologies were roughly divided into two types. One type existed as a concept, like the incomplete Another Cosmology Algol slipped to Aslan.

Also, Avesta, Avatāra, and the like, which would only manifest in the body of a qualified possessor or be preserved through highly specialized methods.

The other type existed as an item, reportedly learned from the East. The earliest Another Cosmologies all existed as concepts.

It was impossible to determine whether the Treasures in the hands of Eastern Great Powers were Treasures, Another Cosmologies, failed Another Cosmologies, prototypes, or even impoverished juvenile versions.

Existing as a Gift item also had advantages. It could be lent to others. Though not the true possessor, some of its power could still be displayed.

While there were certain requirements, they were far looser than for those existing as concepts.

However, it must be admitted that this knowledge was rare and not widely known.

Was there a difference between someone who knew but couldn’t use it and someone who could use it but didn’t know?

Ordinary people would be lucky to see an Another Cosmology once in eight lifetimes.

Seeing Aslan’s generosity, Sun Wukong raised her evaluation of him slightly.

To her, character was far more important than potential. If the character was lacking, the higher the potential, the greater the damage caused. Better to suppress it early.

Currently, Aslan was only a bit lecherous, but otherwise, he could be considered outstanding.

As expected of Shiroyasha’s subordinate god? Truly inheriting the same tradition.

As Shiroyasha played with Vasavi Shakti with a grinning face, thinking about how to scam it from Indra for a few more days, Bull Demon King’s phone rang. More precisely, a communication Gift shaped like a phone.

Outside-world phones were indeed very convenient. Naturally, gods and Buddhas also wanted such convenient items.

However, due to Little Garden’s rules, different outside worlds were distinct. Their basic parameters and even worldviews differed. The basic size of one outside world was comparable to Earth’s surface area.

This was without expanding the outside world’s space. The Upper Floors even had outside worlds equivalent to an entire universe.

Ordinary phones definitely couldn’t be used. This was a Thousand Eyes Gift with high security, but its cost was also exorbitant.

The cost was even calculated per byte.

“Old Bull, Vasavi Shakti didn’t fall into Shiroyasha’s hands, did it?”

A cold, flat voice came from the phone, but Bull Demon King could hear a hint of gentleness.

It was Princess Iron Fan, his wife, calling him.

But when he realized what Iron Fan said, Bull Demon King immediately broke out in a cold sweat.

He wiped the sweat from his forehead in slight panic and glanced at Shiroyasha, who was playing with Vasavi Shakti, out of the corner of his eye.

“Iron Fan, what would happen if it fell into Shiroyasha’s hands?”

The phone went silent for a moment. Princess Iron Fan hadn’t expected Bull Demon King to ask such a question.

The corner of her mouth twitched. She seemed to guess something.

This dead man, did he mess up here?

She had only recently taken over the Rakshasa God position. The previous Rakshasa God, her father King Rakshasa, had to step down from the Twelve Gods due to severe injuries in the war against Absolute Evil.

This position wasn’t supposed to be hers. But who told her she could call on others? Bull Demon King’s strength was enough to be one of the Twelve Gods in the Lower Floors.

Not on par with Indra, but stronger than Uesugi Kenshin.

However, his identity as a Demon King wasn’t quite fitting. It just so happened that the previous Rakshasa God was her father, so it fell to her.

Of course, Indra knew Princess Iron Fan’s strength was insufficient. Reaching Three-Digit was already a huge stroke of luck.

So, on ordinary days, Princess Iron Fan only assisted and handled intelligence work.

This was the first task Indra assigned her: retrieve Vasavi Shakti. At worst, she only needed to go to the outside world to fetch it, which was just tedious work.

But she got lucky. Aslan brought it back. She only needed to prevent it from falling into Shiroyasha’s hands.

As a result, the situation was now extremely awkward. The issue wasn’t big, but it wasn’t small either. While there wouldn’t be punishment, she’d lose face.

Indra could resolve it if he stepped in, but having the leader handle a minor issue was the greatest failure.

Sensing the silence from the other end, Bull Demon King glanced at Shiroyasha with some helplessness and signaled Sun Wukong.

“Monkey, what do we do now?”

One side was his wife, the other his sister. Bull Demon King was in a tough spot. His relationship with Shiroyasha wasn’t that close.

He could chat with Shiroyasha only because Sun Wukong and Shiroyasha had a good relationship.

The same went for Aslan. But obviously, he, the big brother, couldn’t open his mouth and create a rift between Aslan and Shiroyasha.

Sun Wukong returned a helpless look and sent a message:

“Big Brother, relax. Indra knows this was unavoidable. Sister-in-law won’t be in trouble, and no one will blame her.”

Aslan and Shiroyasha’s relationship was known to all. If Shiroyasha didn’t dislike men, Sun Wukong might even suspect Aslan was Shiroyasha’s illegitimate child.

Shiroyasha was willing to make such a big bet.

And Indra and Shiroyasha’s relationship was almost like naughty friends. They occasionally pranked each other but were more often allies.

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On the other side, Princess Iron Fan remained silent for a long time. She glanced at Jade Faced Fox, dressed in conservative Hanfu but unable to hide her captivating aura.

Finally, she made a decision.

“Nothing will happen.”

After saying that, Princess Iron Fan hung up with an expressionless face.

“Tell me, you vixen, can’t you just be a good secret lover? What business do you have coming to me?”

“Can’t this servant come to chat with Big Sister?” Jade Face said pitifully. But upon seeing the palm fan in Princess Iron Fan’s hand, she dropped the pretense.

“Alright, then this servant will get to the point. I came to seek Big Sister’s protection.”

Jade Faced Fox was very clear about her position. She was only Bull Demon King’s lover. A lover, in the end, could only be a lover.

Without this Jade Faced Fox, Bull Demon King could still find a Golden Faced Fox, Silver Faced Fox…

She felt very insecure. It wasn’t that she hadn’t thought about elevating her status from lover to concubine.

She also wanted to advance… No, she wanted to go further. She didn’t want to just be Bull Demon King’s pet lover.

Draining Bull Demon King’s energy so he had none left to seek other lovers was only the first step.

The second step was finding real backing. Bull Demon King could only provide protection, but as a Demon King, he couldn’t give her the resources she needed to advance further.

But Princess Iron Fan could. As the Princess of the Rakshasa Clan and a Rakshasa God (one of the Twelve Gods), even the scraps from her nails were enough to satisfy her.

And now, she finally found an opportunity. Princess Iron Fan could allow Bull Demon King to seek lovers outside to vent his desires, but some things were not permitted.

Namely, ruining Karyou. Karyou wasn’t just Bull Demon King’s adoptive sister; she was also her sister.

And what was Bull Demon King teaching Karyou now? He even asked her to teach Karyou how to manage men?

Jade Faced Fox quickly realized this was an opportunity. A chance to express her loyalty and harmlessness to Princess Iron Fan.

With Jade Face’s unconditional disclosure, Iron Fan gave her a cold glance.

“Truly a vixen. But I approve of your method.”

“That dead ghost is indeed a bit too arrogant.”

First ruining Karyou, then embarrassing her. Plus, Bull Demon King’s earlier lovers and being sidelined since having Red Boy.

Of course, ruining Karyou and past incidents were the main reasons.

Countless grievances piled up, making her agree to Jade Faced Fox’s suggestion.

Namely, using Bull Demon King’s advice to Karyou against him. Let Bull Demon King fully experience what it means to be “managed by a woman.”

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On the other side, Bull Demon King, unaware of what had happened after hanging up, suddenly felt a mysterious pain in his waist.

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Title: The Water Is Too Deep, I Can’t Handle It

But Bull Demon King’s instincts told him nothing was wrong.

That earlier sensation was just an illusion.

The anxious Bull Demon King thought to himself. After all, as long as he didn’t go to the Upper Floors, it was nearly impossible for him to get into trouble. That was just an illusion, right?

He shook his head, casting aside the jumbled thoughts. Bull Demon King picked up his wine glass again and started drinking with Aslan and the others.

“By the way, Great Sage, this visit isn’t just for Karyou’s sake, is it?”

Aslan raised his wine glass, clinked it toward Sun Wukong, and downed it in one gulp.

Hearing this, Sun Wukong glanced at Kurousagi, then narrowed her eyes.

Leticia understood Sun Wukong’s meaning. She turned her head and said to Kurousagi,

“Kurousagi, we’re almost out of wine. Go fetch some more from the wine cellar.”

Kurousagi was momentarily stunned but quickly reacted. The matters to follow were somewhat inappropriate for her to know.

“Alright, I’ll head to the wine cellar now.”

But did Arcadia even have a wine cellar now?

Though Kurousagi felt like complaining inwardly, she obediently left.

Afterward, Sun Wukong lightly swirled the wine glass in her hand and said,

“I received contact from Canaria.”

Instantly, the air in the room fell silent. Aslan’s hand, holding chopsticks to pick up food, froze.

Even Shiroyasha’s expression stiffened for a moment.

If Sun Wukong hadn’t suddenly brought up this matter, Aslan might have forgotten that Canaria was only exiled, not dead.

As for Shiroyasha, it was even more awkward.

Because the identity Aslan was currently using was as Croix’s disciple and Canaria’s secret backup plan prepared in the outside world.

But the crux was that Canaria and Croix were completely unaware of this.

Sometimes, the dead are far more useful than the living, especially a strategist like Canaria, who created countless miracles.

No matter how absurd something was, as long as the blame was pinned on Canaria, it would make sense.

No one could guess how many backup plans Little Garden’s renowned strategist had prepared or how many secret allies she had.

But now, why was Canaria alive again?

This made Aslan’s existence extremely awkward. Once his identity was exposed, he’d be dead on the spot.

Sun Wukong glanced suspiciously at Aslan and Shiroyasha, who were clearly frozen, and asked,

“Even if you know Canaria isn’t dead, is there a need for such a big reaction?”

Aslan quickly regained his composure and explained,

“We were just too excited.”

Then, he asked with great curiosity,

“But Sister Monkey, how did Canaria send information to Little Garden?”

(Damn it, a miscalculation.)

Aslan hadn’t expected Canaria could come back to life.

Couldn’t she just stay put? Take good care of Izayoi and wait for him to come to Little Garden, wasn’t that enough?

But since it had already happened, what could he do?

Sun Wukong glanced at Aslan and explained,

“It’s natural you don’t know. This is more accurately an application of Little Garden’s Historical Transition convergence mechanism.”

By triggering a Historical Transition Period, it could be observed by Little Garden as a new possibility. But Little Garden’s observation wasn’t just limited to summoning Heroes; it could also converge certain Gifts there.

Canaria used the poet’s method to trigger a very small Historical Transition Period, using it to converge a meritorious Gift carrying information to Little Garden.

Such a small Historical Transition Period was almost constantly observed by Little Garden’s Central Core, unable to affect the course of history.

It was an extremely secretive one-way method of transmitting information.

“Well, I’ve really learned something new.”

The corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched. He truly hadn’t expected Little Garden’s mechanisms could be used in this way.

You really couldn’t underestimate the people of this world. Even the Historical Transition convergence mechanism could be played so creatively.

However, the operational difficulty was indeed high. It was estimated that only a handful of people in all of Little Garden could perform such an operation.

To accurately send a message through a Historical Transition Period.

Even as a Fictional Historian, he couldn’t do it. How did Canaria accomplish such an operation?

It could only be called extraordinary.

Shifting her gaze, Sun Wukong continued,

“Canaria is currently in the outside world. She plans to try triggering a Historical Transition Period to become the Center of a Pantheon and obtain Divinity.”

However, Sun Wukong was also puzzled. It could only be said that Canaria ultimately didn’t realize that her nurtured backup plan, Aslan, actually possessed an Another Cosmology.

He was a naturally born Holy King, the Center of a Pantheon.

It could only be described as losing a watermelon to pick up a sesame seed.

But with too little and distorted information, Sun Wukong couldn’t be sure if this was the true intent Canaria wanted to convey.

However, Sun Wukong estimated that even Canaria hadn’t expected Aslan to be so accomplished, truly surpassing Azi Dahaka.

Now, it was no different from having fully surpassed him. All that remained was the beheading.

After losing his Another Cosmology, Azi Dahaka was just an ordinary evil dragon.

After Aslan exiled Angra Mainyu, he was quickly sealed by Uesugi Kenshin in a short time.

Hearing this, Aslan speculated inwardly and figured out Canaria’s current timeline.

Roughly around the time when Canaria planned to trigger a Historical Transition Period and aimed to obtain Divinity to become the Center of a Pantheon.

It was likely that Izayoi would soon be born.

It seemed Canaria hadn’t given up on her dream of building a Great Floor Master Alliance.

“By the way, I can reverse the coordinates of that world. Want to go?” Sun Wukong looked at Aslan, testing him.

Sun Wukong wasn’t easy to fool. Her understanding and instincts were not far off from prophetic authority.

Aslan and Shiroyasha’s reactions were too obvious. She quickly realized something was off with the two of them.

Instantly, Sun Wukong became intrigued.

She had originally planned to ask Bull Demon King to go support Canaria. After all, Canaria was her disciple.

As a teacher, when facing a disciple with lofty ambitions, she naturally had to provide support.

“Forget it, I’ll help the teachers guard Arcadia first.” Aslan said firmly.

The waters in Izayoi’s world were too deep, not suitable for him to venture into.

Aslan clearly remembered that in the second part of Mondaiji, that world was almost a mini version of Little Garden.

Every notable figure had another identity in the outside world. Even Kalki was present in that world.

And Kudou Asuka’s twin sister, Kudou Ayato, the Faithless Knight of Queen Halloween, ended up reincarnating into that world.

Under the chessboard of so many major figures, Aslan didn’t believe Izayoi’s Another Cosmology was naturally born or that Canaria stumbled into that world by chance.

The waters were too deep; Aslan couldn’t handle it. He didn’t want to confront Two-Digit entities in the outside world.

Going to Kudou Asuka or Kasukabe You’s worlds was much safer than Izayoi’s.

Instantly, Sun Wukong was puzzled again. Could Aslan really have a connection with Canaria?

Using Canaria’s banner, shouldn’t he seize this opportunity to find Canaria and align their stories?

With Aslan and Shiroyasha’s relationship, Canaria would, at most, dig into Aslan’s dark history and control him.

At the very least, it would make Aslan’s origins more legitimate.

“Alright then. I’ll ask Big Brother to go instead. But later, please help send Big Brother off.” Sun Wukong said, scratching her face and looking at Aslan.

She didn’t quite understand Aslan’s thoughts. But no matter. She was confident Canaria would understand her intent.

Regardless of whether Aslan’s current identity was real or fake, there was still room to maneuver before Canaria returned to Little Garden.

“Then it’s settled. Let’s keep drinking, drinking!” Aslan raised his glass, clinking it with Bull Demon King.

“Later, please lend a hand, Big Brother.”

“Why call it a bother?” Bull Demon King laughed heartily and downed his drink. He hadn’t seen the information Sun Wukong had.

In the end, the Bull wasn’t as sharp as the Monkey.

Aslan also recalled. It seemed in the original plot, Bull Demon King was one of the orphanage’s sponsors for Izayoi and also the gatekeeper of that orphanage.

Now, it could only be said that everything was returning to the original storyline.

But Aslan also felt relieved. Because of this, there was no need to worry about Bull Demon King getting into trouble.

The waters in that world were indeed a bit deep.

Aslan didn’t want to get involved.

Shiroyasha, who had initially wanted to say something, felt relieved seeing Aslan’s attitude.

As long as the situation was still under control, as expected of her subordinate. Reliable.

Just a little Canaria? Watch Aslan handle her with ease.

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After that, Kurousagi quickly returned. Everyone present tacitly avoided mentioning Canaria.

As Canaria’s adopted daughter, Kurousagi would surely panic upon hearing news of Canaria.

And Kurousagi’s ears were connected to Little Garden’s Central Core. If this information reached the wrong people, it would be dangerous.

This was one reason Sun Wukong hid it from Kurousagi.

Let her quietly be their pet bunny. They would handle the rest.

Soon, the drinking reached its peak. Bull Demon King and Sun Wukong left slightly drunk.

Only Karyou, her face bright red, stared at Aslan, lost in thought.

“Aslan, are you drunk?”

Aslan was still somewhat restrained. The wine’s quality was very high, and he didn’t like the feeling of being drunk, so he could only be considered slightly tipsy.

“No.” Aslan shook his head, looking at her.

“No, you should be drunk.” Karyou said, glaring at him with slight embarrassment.

Aslan seemed to realize something and immediately slumped onto the table.

“Ah, I’m drunk.”

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Title: Karyou, You’re the One Who’s Drunk

“So he’s passed out here. No choice, I’ll take Aslan back to his room first.”

Karyou, her face flushed, helped Aslan to his feet.

“Huh?”

Leticia froze for a moment, about to say something, but was pulled back by Shiroyasha.

“Shh, don’t interrupt this naughty kid’s good fortune.”

Shiroyasha gave a meaningful glance at Aslan, who was being supported by Karyou as they left.

“Ah, this naughty kid really hit the jackpot. Karyou-chan…”

Shiroyasha couldn’t help but bite her handkerchief, looking mournfully at her “cabbage” being ravaged by a “pig.”

Although she had anticipated this situation, why did her heart still ache when the scene unfolded before her eyes?

“Karyou…”

Leticia rolled her eyes at Shiroyasha, who had slipped into drama mode, with no desire to complain.

After all, Shiroyasha causing a scene in Arcadia wasn’t a one-or-two-time occurrence. When Kurousagi first arrived at Arcadia, she was even more unhinged.

Leticia began cleaning up with Kurousagi.

“By the way, if Aslan and Karyou-chan have a daughter… Hehehe~~”

Hearing this, Leticia’s hand paused. She instantly resolved that, no matter what, she absolutely couldn’t let Aurora and the others appear in front of Shiroyasha.

Shiroyasha was already tempted by an unborn child. Imagine what she’d plan for twelve existing twins, each with distinct styles and personalities.

One could only imagine the schemes Shiroyasha would concoct.

“Kurousagi, I’ll leave the rest to you. I’m going to find Master first.”

Thinking of this, Leticia said to Kurousagi without hesitation.

“Mmm, Lady Leticia, go ahead. Leave this place to me.”

Kurousagi nodded solemnly, working even harder to clean up the mess.

“Huh, Leticia?”

By the time Shiroyasha realized, Leticia had already vanished to who-knows-where.

“Forget it, I’ll check out her other daughters later.” Shiroyasha said with slight regret.

It could only be said that Leticia narrowly escaped danger.

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

Karyou gently laid Aslan on the bed and let out a sigh of relief. She turned to close the door, hesitated for a moment, then turned back and walked to his side.

“Hoo hoo~”

Listening to Aslan’s steady breathing up close, Karyou examined him carefully and said with slight doubt,

“He’s not really drunk, is he?”

By now, Karyou was much more sober. After all, though the wine was of decent quality, it wasn’t at the level of divine wine that could intoxicate high-level gods and Buddhas.

Such wine was generally an extremely rare collectible. Only by ordering from the Wine Gods could one possibly obtain it.

The newly reborn Arcadia, aside from Shiroyasha, had no one with a drinking hobby, so naturally, they wouldn’t have prepared such wine in advance.

Given Karyou’s physique, it was normal for her to sober up after being drunk, as her body automatically recovered.

“Good if he’s drunk.”

Karyou reached out and patted Aslan’s cheek. She felt relieved when she found no reaction from him.

“Wake up, wake up.”

Just moments ago, she was drunk, her mind impulsive, and she brought Aslan back to her room. Now she was starting to regret it.

“Mmm, Sister Jade Face said a drunk man won’t wake up at all.”

“It’s not that I didn’t give you a chance. You didn’t seize it yourself.”

“So, Aslan, just rest well.”

Karyou, her face red, quietly tucked Aslan in.

In her heart, she regretted listening to Jade Faced Fox, who said a good man must be seized and that she needed to be bolder.

Only when she was about to take that step did Karyou realize how hard it was.

She didn’t want to be “injected” with the Golden-Hooped Rod. Just thinking about it was painful.

But while tucking him in, Karyou suddenly realized something. She looked up and met Aslan’s meaningful gaze.

“You’re awake?” Karyou forced a smile on her embarrassed face.

“Mmm, I think at this moment, I should be awake.”

Aslan nodded, looking at her indescribably flushed face as he tucked her in.

Then he grasped her hand and looked at her seriously.

“I think I’ve seized this chance.”

Karyou’s ears turned red down to her neck. She quickly pulled her hand back, then, feeling her action was too suspicious, hurriedly returned it, pretending nothing had happened.

“No, you haven’t…” Karyou said, a bit flustered.

“I’ve studied a bit of Chinese medicine. Your pulse right now shows you’re drunk.” Aslan said, looking at her spouting nonsense with a serious face while squeezing her hand.

Checking a pulse should at least be done at the wrist, right?

“Wrong. Based on your pulse reaction, Karyou, you’re the one who’s drunk.”

Karyou was stunned for a moment. Looking at Aslan, she seemed to realize something.

She was indeed drunk. Then she nestled close to Aslan, closing her eyes tightly.

Her eyelids kept trembling, like a little girl waiting for a shot at the hospital.

Aslan blinked, looking at Karyou like this, and couldn’t help but laugh.

“So, Karyou, are you ready for your sobering injection?”

“Huh… no… you can’t…” Karyou looked at him with a horrified expression, but there was no real resistance.

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

(No, Sister Jade Face, this isn’t what you said.)

Karyou, with a vacant gaze, looked at Aslan. She was truly terrified now.

How could someone be this strong?

Full, so full, not a single drop could fit anymore.

She even used the harvesting method taught by Jade Faced Fox, but it was still useless…

It seemed there was only one way now.

“Leticia, help me!!!”

Karyou might have initially thought Aslan had feelings for Leticia, and she might’ve been jealous or something. Now… she desperately hoped Aslan had feelings for Leticia.

Leticia, who was guarding the door, seemed to hear Karyou’s voice. As soon as she opened the door, she regretted it.

“Sorry, I’m interrupting. I didn’t see anything!”

Leticia’s battle-hardened instincts frantically warned her of the danger inside. She almost instantly closed the door.

But then Leticia realized she seemed to have locked herself inside the room.

She couldn’t escape now, even if she wanted to.

“Sorry, Teacher Leticia.”

“Sorry, Leticia.”

Aslan and Karyou looked at Leticia with deep regret.

Leticia sighed, then silently untied the ribbon in her hair. Her body returned to its original adult form.

(Consider this repaying Master’s kindness.)

(After all, don’t I belong to him too?)

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

The next morning.

Aslan looked at Leticia, who had already cleaned up the mess beside him.

And Karyou, who was resting on the bed.

Aslan suddenly felt the urge to smoke. But after rummaging through his collection for a long time, he only found candy that physically resembled a cigarette.

So, Aslan “smoked” the candy, glanced at Leticia and Karyou, and gave his assessment.

“Mediocre.”

Leticia, standing nearby, felt the urge to hit someone upon hearing this.

(He took all the benefits and still says that?)

“Master, please move aside. You’re in my way of cleaning.” Leticia said coldly to Aslan. As a vampire, her recovery ability was far stronger than Karyou’s.

Karyou was still asleep even now.

Then Aslan was kicked out of the room like trash.

He could only wander aimlessly around Arcadia.

Just a few steps later, Aslan felt a murderous gaze sweeping over him.

Curiously, Aslan turned his head toward the gaze and saw a kimono-clad girl gritting her teeth.

Shiroyasha.

Shiroyasha also caught Aslan’s gaze. The next second, at a speed Aslan couldn’t even react to, she climbed onto his body.

Her delicate nose twitched as she sniffed Aslan’s body.

“Karyou-chan’s aura… and Leticia’s aura…” Shiroyasha said. The bitterness on her face was almost overflowing.

“You bastard, you deserve to die. You took Karyou-chan and Leticia’s purity in one night.”

Most importantly, both women had once been targeted by Shiroyasha. It could be said Aslan had stolen the people she fancied.

Damn it, NTR’d! NTR’d!

“How could you do this!” Shiroyasha shook Aslan’s head vigorously, speaking angrily.

“If you don’t hand over your twelve daughters today, don’t expect to get away.”

But Aslan, being shaken, glanced sideways and instinctively complained,

“Damn! There’s a cow!”

“What cow? You stole mine, so I’ll steal your daughters today!” Shiroyasha kept shaking Aslan’s head, ignoring him.

“No, Boss, there really is a cow over there.”

Aslan pointed to the grassy field outside. A skinny black old cow, its bones protruding, was grazing there.

He clearly remembered that Arcadia hadn’t recently purchased any cow-like creatures, right?

“Hmm? Huh? Damn! Old Bull, how did you end up like this?”

Shiroyasha recognized who it was. It was Bull Demon King, who drank with them yesterday.

Just one night had passed—how did Bull Demon King end up like this?

As soon as Shiroyasha’s words fell, the skinny black cow instantly transformed into a frail man with sunken eyes, completely different from the handsome and robust figure of yesterday.

If Aslan couldn’t vaguely recognize him as yesterday’s Bull Demon King, he’d even suspect this was an office worker who’d been pulling all-nighters for days.

“Big Brother Bull, what happened to you?”

-

Title: What’s Called Treatment for a True Protagonist

Bull Demon King looked at Aslan’s flushed face, froze for a moment, and opened his mouth as if questioning life itself.

He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, only a long sigh came out.

“Haaah~”

Who would’ve thought that the mighty Bull Demon King would face a day when he couldn’t even fulfill his “public duties” (intimate relations)?

Somehow, Jade Face and Iron Fan had teamed up. Bull Demon King only felt his future was bleak.

Thinking of those two women, he now felt a pang in his waist.

Truly, not a single drop was left.

If this continued for a few more days, he seriously doubted whether he’d go from being the Bull Demon King to Beef Jerky.

“Brother-in-law, didn’t you say you wanted me to go find Canaria?”

Bull Demon King grabbed Aslan’s hand, looking into his eyes with a hint of pleading.

Aslan could read the sincere plea and cry for help in Bull Demon King’s eyes.

The corner of his mouth couldn’t help but twitch.

What kind of inhumane torture had Bull Demon King endured to make him so desperate to escape Little Garden?

“That’s right, Big Brother Bull. But there’s no need to rush like this, is there?”

“No way. The flow of time in the outside world and Little Garden is different. What if Canaria’s in trouble if we delay too long in Little Garden?” Bull Demon King said with utmost righteousness, as if he deeply cared about Canaria.

In truth, he didn’t want to meet that damn woman with a heart as dark as a black hole so soon.

After all, after going through so much trouble to catch… no, to find an ally in the outside world, how could he not squeeze her dry?

“If Big Brother Bull doesn’t mind, I’ll send you off now.” Aslan said with a relaxed smile.

When Sun Wukong left yesterday, she had already given him the coordinates of Canaria’s world and Arcadia’s legacy.

He just hadn’t had time to examine the details.

However, the Sun Authority of Leo was indeed already in Aslan’s possession.

His lifesaving abilities had risen to a higher level.

Immortality and immunity to weapons—quite a great combination.

“Then, thank you so much, Brother-in-law.” Bull Demon King let out a sigh of relief. He could finally crawl out of the hell at home. Drained to this state in just one day—what would happen in a few more days?

“No need for formalities between us.”

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

Outside an unknown world.

Aslan brought Bull Demon King across boundless space and time, arriving at the edge of this world.

“Alright, Big Brother Bull, beyond here is the era where Canaria resides.”

Aslan drew a Boundary Gate, connecting it to Japan in that world.

Through the Boundary Gate, Aslan could vaguely see that Japan in this world was now in a rapidly developing modern society.

Roughly around the millennium era (2000s).

However, Aslan wasn’t curious about the specific timeline or details of that world.

Or rather, he wasn’t curious at all. He had no intention of meeting the original protagonist, Sakamaki Izayoi.

If he wasn’t mistaken, Izayoi should still be a child now.

Though he really wanted to tease Izayoi, Aslan looked up, gazing into the depths of the universe in that world.

An indescribable entity, with a single scale larger than the Milky Way Galaxy, slumbered there.

How amusing. Both were Candidates of Origin, both future saviors.

But the treatment for Kalki and Izayoi was just too different, wasn’t it?

What’s this about personal protection from a Two-Digit?

If Aslan could interfere when Kalki was born, but this involved Izayoi, it involved the Third Perpetual Motion Machine.

The level of attention was just too different, wasn’t it?

Aslan had no ideas and didn’t dare to have any.

He only dared to glance at Kurma (that indescribable entity) and immediately withdrew his gaze.

He hadn’t forgotten how he ended up in Kalki’s world before.

It was akin to pointing at Kurma’s nose and cursing. Even someone with the best temperament wouldn’t tolerate such an insult.

By comparison, Aslan believed Kalki was picked up by Ouroboros and the others.

Poor, unlucky kid.

The treatment for a biological child and an adopted one was just too different, wasn’t it?

At this moment, Aslan felt Izayoi’s chances of becoming a Two-Digit were far higher than Kalki’s.

This was the True Prince of Ouroboros.

The Fake Ouroboros Prince: An Another Cosmology with many backdoors, requiring ten Sun Authorities just to complete the Spirit Status and activate the Another Cosmology. A Spirit Status so complex no one wanted to raise him. Eventually picked up by Ouroboros.

The True Ouroboros Prince: An incomplete but highly potential Another Cosmology, capable of growing on its own based on the host. The Third Perpetual Motion Machine brought infinite energy. As long as he didn’t die, he could keep growing.

Protected personally by at least one Two-Digit entity. Personally taught by Canaria, Little Garden’s most renowned strategist, ensuring his personality and worldview.

What a pity, not being able to see a young Izayoi.

However, not being able to enter didn’t mean Aslan couldn’t use small tricks.

Seeing Bull Demon King store the Boundary Gate, which transformed into a Magic: The Gathering card, Aslan nodded in satisfaction.

He could intervene in that world to a limited extent through this card, just to prevent Canaria from getting any bad ideas.

The deeper his understanding of Canaria, the less Aslan could muster any fondness for this damn woman.

In Aslan’s view, Merlin had more conscience than Canaria. Even Little Garden’s Merlin seemed like a pure little girl compared to Canaria.

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

Japan, CANARIA Orphanage, Foster Home.

A knock sounded at the door.

“Who is it?”

The door opened. A man in a British-style black tailcoat, a black bowler hat, and a monocle stepped out with a heavy expression.

“Yo, didn’t expect it to be you. Where’s Canaria?”

Bull Demon King, wearing a well-fitted suit that couldn’t hide the frailty on his face, waved and greeted.

“Long time no see. Why do you look so weak too, Croix?”

The young man called Croix froze upon seeing the visitor and said,

“Bull Demon King… How did you find this place?”

“Of course, I sent a message to the Great Sage.”

A clear, feminine voice came from behind the door. At the same time, a girl with short, wavy blonde hair, wearing a fitted women’s suit, stepped out.

“But, according to my calculations, Old Bull, you arrived a bit early?” Canaria looked at Bull Demon King with slight surprise.

“Normally, my message should’ve only reached the Great Sage a few days ago. Even with the vast difference in time flow.”

“For the procedure to come to a lower-layer universe in the outside world, even with full preparations, it should take months.”

“Not to mention, you guys are only worried about my life-and-death crisis. As for how long I suffer, the more the better.”

“So, Old Bull, care to explain?”

A glint of curiosity flashed in Canaria’s eyes. It seemed significant changes had occurred in Little Garden during her absence.

“Huh? Isn’t this the backup plan you left behind?” Bull Demon King froze for a moment. He hadn’t expected Canaria to ask such a question.

The atmosphere instantly fell silent. Even a strategist like Canaria hadn’t anticipated that she, the scapegoat, would have to bear someone else’s blame.

Bull Demon King was also stunned, about to speak, but Canaria answered first.

“That’s right, it’s the backup plan we left.”

Stunned for less than a second, Canaria spoke with full confidence.

As if her exile was also part of her plan.

Everything was under control… Nonsense. How amusing—she still hadn’t figured out which faction attacked her.

It couldn’t be helped. Just as Dio didn’t remember how many bread rolls he ate, Canaria didn’t remember how many people she’d framed.

Even Queen Halloween was somewhat suspicious, possibly playing dirty.

The only ones she hadn’t framed were the Seven Great Sages. That was why she sent the message to Sun Wukong.

If she’d sent it to someone else, who knows what kind of torment she’d face? Plenty of people would gleefully add to her misery.

Not being able to reincarnate forever would be a kind way to put it.

The eighty million souls from countless worlds staining her hands still hadn’t faded.

She was a heartless, unjust, damn woman.

Pest (Black Death) was a Fake Demon Lord. Canaria was the True Black Death Demon Lord.

To destroy Dystopia, the Black Death virus she unleashed wiped out eighty million people in each world.

As for how many worlds were affected, Canaria could no longer estimate.

If Canaria were willing to claim this feat, she might’ve jumped straight to Three-Digit, even a strong existence among Three-Digits.

“Alright, Canaria, stop pretending.”

Just as Canaria was convincing herself and even planning to seize this chance to climb the pole and dig from Bull Demon King what had happened in Little Garden during her exile,

To figure out what kind of blame she was bearing,

Normally, she was the one making others take the fall, and now someone had pinned the blame on her.

If she didn’t retaliate, she wouldn’t be Canaria.

A piece of paper floated down from above, landing on Canaria’s head.

*THUD!*

In an instant, the paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, striking Canaria’s head.

It immediately made the already weak Canaria stumble. Fortunately, she had trained in martial arts under Sun Wukong for a while, so she still had some foundation.

Otherwise, she’d have to be hospitalized for days.

But Canaria didn’t care about Aslan’s attack. Instead, she grabbed the paper and muttered,

“What kind of Gift is this? It feels interesting. Got any more? Can you give me a few more sheets?”

As one of Little Garden’s finest poets, Canaria could still discern the function of the Unofficial History fragment Aslan had thrown.

It could fictionalize a history, covering up the history that actually occurred.

This was extremely useful, especially for a poet like Canaria.

With this, she could guarantee she’d easily toy with several Three-Digits to death before being exposed.

“Dream on? Want a freebie? Not happening.”

The paper transformed into countless ink strokes, depicting Aslan’s figure in the air.