Little Garden 186-190

Title: Starting Today, Call Me the Fictional Historian

“There’s not much left to do, huh.”

At the top-floor office of Keystone Gate on Itogami Island, Aslan stood before a large window, looking down at Itogami Island, his domain. He observed the vehicles passing by and the Nalakuvera, the Ancient God-Made Weapons, patrolling the streets.

“How much longer will you be gone?” Natsuki emerged from the void and stood behind Aslan, asking by his side.

“Until the matters at hand are settled and everything is wrapped up.” Aslan turned, took a deep breath, leaned back on the sofa, and tilted his head as he spoke.

“Natsuki-chan, please massage my head. I’ve been overthinking lately.”

At that moment, a pair of cool, small hands pressed against his left and right temples, gently massaging them. Feeling this, Aslan comfortably squinted his eyes.

“Nice technique, Natsuki-chan.”

“I deliberately found someone to learn from these past few days.” Natsuki said calmly, massaging Aslan’s head to relieve his fatigue.

“Are you going to perform Humanity Foundation Destruction? Or History of the Ages?” Natsuki mentioned the two plans Aslan was considering.

She also knew the upheaval caused in Little Garden after this world came under the observation of Little Garden’s Central Core. The mere fact that a human initiated the Cleansing and defeated gods was enough for the gods to destroy this world.

All possibilities were permitted, but a possibility like this was absolutely not allowed to exist.

After all, this was no longer the Dawn Period when Little Garden was newly established, but the World Maintenance Period, where the hierarchy had hardened to an extreme. Aside from a few promotion opportunities within the major Pantheons, there were no further possibilities for advancement.

The minor interests in Little Garden weren’t enough for their Pantheons to share, so how could they allow a human to sit at the table?

Moreover, humans had always been the dish served on the table. They would never allow the food on the table to rebel against them.

“Thinking what? Those two things aren’t suitable for this world.” Aslan couldn’t help but roll his eyes.

(Did she really take all his nonsense seriously?)

Humanity Foundation Destruction?

Aslan didn’t want to destroy human history in this world along with all humanity. Starting a fire was easy, but putting it out was far too difficult.

History of the Ages?

That was more like a pipe dream. He had tried several times, and while a Semi-History of the Ages was successfully created, the Cleansing System couldn’t bear its weight.

The program was too massive, and the system couldn’t run it. It was utterly helpless.

To modify the world at will like the History of the Ages, the computational power required was immense. A rough estimate suggested that only a being with extremely high achievements at the Three-Digit level could accomplish it.

“Then?” Natsuki stared at him.

She didn’t believe Aslan had no plan. If he didn’t, he wouldn’t be so relaxed.

Let alone preparing to leave so casually.

“So, starting now, please call me the Fictional Historian!”

As he spoke, a book with “Unofficial History” written on the cover appeared in Aslan’s hand. At some point, a pair of thick, bottle-bottom glasses appeared on his face.

【Gift: Unofficial History】

【Created by a Poet with a Special Status and Great Power using a system in a certain world capable of influencing all world rules, it has the ability to modify history at will.】

【Currently, it only has the ability to modify history and cannot cause significant impacts on reality.】

【Rank: Four-Digit (Legendary)】

This was the Gift Aslan had crafted without sleep over the past few days. Its effects were extremely powerful, capable of easily shaking all concepts related to history in this world.

It could almost be considered a planetary-level common-sense modification tool, but its scope was limited to modifying history and couldn’t affect objects that truly existed in reality.

In other words, it could modify history, even altering the contents of recorded history books, but it couldn’t make those history books disappear.

Its influence covered only history, memories, records, common sense, and the like. The modified content had to have a certain rationality, or it would be easily discovered.

Much like some Fictional Historians in Honkai: Star Rail, to conceal history, they even created a perfect molecular evolution tree.

Otherwise, this item’s rank wouldn’t be limited to the Four-Digit level but would be a Three-Digit Gift. The original History of the Ages was likely a Gift of immense power even among Three-Digit ranks.

“This should be enough to realize your idea, right?” Natsuki couldn’t help but roll her eyes.

She shouldn’t have believed this guy full of nonsense.

Wasn’t this the History of the Ages?

A history book recording all the world’s history—why call it something as tacky as “Unofficial History”? Once the entire world’s history was modified, it would become the true history.

“How could it be enough? This thing is still far from sufficient.” Aslan shrugged with slight dissatisfaction.

After informing Little Garden’s Central Core, it acknowledged that the observed content could be fictional history.

But at the same time, Aslan had to create another Poet sub-account. Little Garden’s Central Core could admit it was deceived by the fictional history crafted by a Fictional Historian.

Don’t ask—the point is, Little Garden’s Central Core was an old, malfunctioning AI. Making mistakes was normal.

However, if someone really wanted to expose it, it would be quite easy. After all, this world wasn’t without parallel worlds. Comparing it to a parallel world—wouldn’t it be revealed?

Only someone like Aslan, who bribed Little Garden’s Central Core in advance, could pull off such an unconventional operation.

But after this, a new Fictional Historian Spirit Status might emerge in Little Garden. The template for this Spirit Status was the Unofficial History in Aslan’s hand.

This was also part of a secret deal with Little Garden’s Central Core. Otherwise, it would be hard to explain to its rules.

After all, Little Garden’s Central Core was an omniscient and omnipotent entity. It was hard to say that such a small trick could fully deceive it. It was better to just say this process was the merit of a Poet.

“My Utopia is still far from complete.” Aslan said, speaking about the issue of Dystopia and this world.

“I still feel the hearts of people in this world are too restless, and the level of morality is a bit too low.”

Ambitious people were everywhere, various large and small organizations were jumping around, and at any moment, someone comparable to a Primogenitor or aiming to kill a Primogenitor emerged. This made the Primogenitors, invincible in this world for thousands of years, seem like a unit of power measurement.

Then they’d be slapped to death by a Primogenitor, just as Aslan had dealt with the Sanctuary Treaty United Army earlier. Though he had given warnings.

But Aslan knew their nature well. Those scoundrels probably wouldn’t stay quiet for long before preparing their plans again, this time more covertly and cautiously.

The only lesson humans learn from history is that humans can’t learn any lessons from history.

However, this might also be related to the magical technology in this world.

Magical and spiritual energy in this world were energies channeled from higher dimensions. They could connect in a certain sense. However, magical energy consisted of strong negative emotional aggregates, while spiritual energy was the opposite.

Due to the Cleansing System, magical energy became more omnipotent, while spiritual energy was more about enhancing one’s physical body. This also caused people’s minds in this world to become more chaotic.

But this didn’t affect Aslan’s plan to build this world into a Utopia.

Relying on the Cleansing System’s ability to intervene in world rules and the Another Cosmology Avesta in his body, Aslan could impose a dualism of good and evil on the Cleansing System, transforming it into a Holy Flash System that nurtures Beast Vassal seals.

Under the Holy Flash System’s function, all negative emotions and thoughts in this world would be absorbed by the system and formed into artificial Beast Vassals.

Positive emotions and active thoughts would be preserved.

Beast Vassals would form a symbiotic relationship with vampires, who would control them.

The stronger one’s will and the longer their personal history accumulated, the greater their magical energy, and the more Beast Vassals they could control.

Beast Vassals could be bound to negative things like curses, channeling all negative existences related to vampires in Little Garden into the Beast Vassals.

Combined with the Fictional Historian’s abilities, Aslan could fully restore the vampire race’s status in Little Garden to their former position as Little Garden Knights.

Was this world’s history fictional? Wasn’t the vampires’ fall into Demon Lords and man-eating demons in Little Garden also a fiction created by those Poets?

All fiction—no one is nobler than another.

If not for those Poets, how could the vampire race have borne such a curse?

Now, Aslan was merely restoring the vampire race’s status to that of Little Garden Knights.

The difference between a Fictional Historian and a Poet in Little Garden was this: Poets first created poems that were sung, and once sung, the poem’s contents became reality.

Fictional Historians, however, first turned fiction into reality. If exposed, that fictional existence would vanish completely.

Due to Little Garden’s special rules, existences created by Fictional Historians, as long as they weren’t exposed within a certain time limit and were accepted by Little Garden, would fully become reality.

Just like a Poet.

Thus, a Fictional Historian could be considered another variant of a Poet.

“By the way, Natsuki-chan, have the reparations from the defeated nations arrived? And the technology-sharing agreements?”

Hearing this, Natsuki looked at Aslan with an extremely strange expression.

“It’s mostly settled. Even the Three Night Empires voluntarily signed the agreements.”

“Huh? What did Juranbarada and the others do?” Aslan nearly choked on his own saliva.

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Title: The Fictional Historian Creates History

It is said that in ancient times, when gods still walked the earth, there existed a type of Divine Monster that recklessly ravaged the world.

They were powerful, terrifying, willful, and immortal. Wherever they went, there was only destruction and despair.

They brought unprecedented calamity to the world. They wantonly devastated the earth, destroyed the gods’ temples, and devoured the lives of innocent beings.

The gods intervened, attempting to stop the brutality of these monsters, but they found the monsters’ power too great. Even they could not completely destroy them.

Just when the gods were helpless, a race called Vampires stepped forward, determined to save the world.

They devoured the monsters, sealing them within their bodies. They nurtured the monsters in their blood, preventing them from continuing to destroy the world.

Though the price was accepting the curse of eternity, they willingly became living sacrifices to quell this calamity, taking the world’s place.

Thus, they were bestowed the name Bloodline by the gods, and the calamity of that time became the Beast Vassals nurtured within the Bloodline’s bodies.

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After the final review and refinements, Aslan looked at the Unofficial History in his hand and slowly stretched his body.

“Finally done…”

If not for his past experience writing novels and web novels, crafting all sorts of nonsense, Aslan wouldn’t have been able to create a qualified “History Creation” so quickly.

This task was indeed troublesome, especially with the situation where the Cleansing left behind numerous Cleansing Legacies.

Fortunately, during the Cleansing period, the rampant Beast Vassals that devastated the land had the ability to absorb surrounding information to replenish their magical energy.

This caused the world’s history to have many gaps, with much circulating information being incomplete and many legacies lost.

Otherwise, Aslan would have had a headache.

Thinking of this, he stood up, gazing at the slowly rising sun outside the window, and stretched his hands that had been writing the History Creation all night.

“Let AI-chan see what kind of history you’ve created.”

At that moment, Algol’s youthful yet magically captivating voice rang in Aslan’s ears.

Algol unceremoniously took the Unofficial History Aslan had placed on the table and read it with delight.

“I think this history isn’t wild enough. Why not add a history that Athena was an ugly woman!”

Algol pouted with slight dissatisfaction. When it came to revenge against Athena, she always employed a woman’s method of vengeance, from morning to night.

Back when she was sealed, her only pleasures, aside from tending to her beauty, were cursing and badmouthing Athena.

“I’ll say it again, this is a History Creation, not an Unofficial History!” Aslan glared at Algol’s projection with black lines on his forehead, complaining.

“At least respect me, the only Fictional Historian on duty in Little Garden!”

“Tch, isn’t it just the antics of those talkative Poets!” Algol snorted. She didn’t understand the point of Aslan’s nonsensical stubbornness.

“Hey, I didn’t expect you to get it.”

As she continued flipping through the Unofficial History, Algol quickly noticed content that caught her attention.

“So you added a record about Cain: ‘Cain, once the most beautiful woman among the gods.’”

“AI-chan acknowledges that this record of yours isn’t unofficial history.” Algol nodded in satisfaction, looking at Aslan with an expression of ‘you did well.’

“That’s it?” Aslan froze, staring at her speechlessly. So, in Algol’s eyes, everything else was unofficial history.

After all, even the histories and myths circulating in Little Garden were hardly true.

All myths were merely versions refined by Poets, circulating in human history.

Unofficial history, official history, history creation… Who could tell the difference?

Aslan took back the Unofficial History from Algol’s hands and stored it. After thinking for a moment, he asked.

“AI-chan, is this kind of vague recording of the gods’ history enough?”

“Huh?” Algol was slightly confused, then quickly reacted, her expression gradually turning serious.

“You mean myths?”

“Yes.” Aslan nodded with a serious expression.

He had only created the history after the Cleansing. As for the history before that, he hadn’t started yet.

But since this involved the gods, even though this part of history was unimportant and insignificant in the grand scheme, Aslan had to handle it carefully.

What if everything else was flawless, but the myths had issues?

“This part of history, though unimportant, is necessary to avoid attracting attention.” Aslan said with emphasis.

“And it concerns my plan for the Demon Ancestor Cain’s Spirit Status.”

“Huh?” Algol looked at him in shock, then sighed in relief and stared at him in confusion.

“So you’re worried about this? What’s there to worry about?”

“You’re probably being too cautious. You’ve already done something this blasphemous—what’s one more thing?” Algol looked at him speechlessly.

“For this part of history, just cover it up with the excuse of the Decline of Mystery, then add some ambiguous myths.”

After all, not every world had myths, and myths differed between worlds.

Plus, Pantheons in Little Garden would hire Poets to discredit their rivals’ Spirit Statuses. Truth and falsehood mixed—who would care?

“Got it, then it’s fine.” Aslan sighed in relief and smiled.

After all, this was his first time creating history, and he truly lacked experience.

Then he took out the Unofficial History again, opened the book, and after a moment of thought, Aslan lifted his pen and wrote:

—Why did Zeus have to hide his past as a hook seller…

—I am Qin Shi Huang, I didn’t actually die, I was sealed in the Emperor’s Mausoleum. Transfer 50 to me, and after I break free from the seal, I’ll appoint you as Great General…

—Why could Sun Wukong escape from Jesus’ palm but not from Buddha’s…

At that moment, Aslan seemed to understand the true use of the Unofficial History he had created.

The ultimate mysteries of the universe gradually awakened and stirred in his mind… until Algol’s smack to his head snapped him out of it.

“Your History Creation is truly wild and trashy.” Algol looked at this History Creation. For some reason, she felt her eyes had been violated.

But the next moment, Algol quickly reacted.

“Remember to add an unofficial history that Athena is an ugly woman!”

“Or that Athena willingly admitted her beauty couldn’t compare to AI-chan’s.” Algol said excitedly, already imagining Athena kneeling before her, admitting she was an ugly woman.

Algol had truly seized the opportunity and targeted Athena directly.

Aslan froze, then handed her the pen in his hand.

“Take the pen, you write it.”

As for how much of it Aslan would ultimately use, that was up to him. Let’s just say this was a way to let Algol vent her emotions.

The final right of interpretation always rested with Aslan.

Seeing Algol eagerly writing unofficial history about Athena, Aslan shook his head helplessly and walked out of the office.

Just as Aslan stepped out, a Gothic girl with black hair and blue eyes, as beautiful as a doll, holding a parasol, appeared behind him with a smile on her face.

“Natsuki-chan, how’s the Holy Flash System operating?”

Natsuki looked at him with complex emotions and answered in a low voice.

“The Holy Flash System is operating well. Project Utopia has been fully realized.”

Who could know how it felt to wake up and see the entire world’s timeline changed?

Just yesterday, this world was still full of deception, open and hidden battles between demons and humans, and all sorts of injustices and persecution.

Though prepared, Natsuki still found it hard to believe.

Since when had the world become so beautiful?

Who could know how Natsuki felt seeing demons and humans living in peace?

And the news on TV—after targeted experiments in the Demon Sanctuary succeeded, all demon and human nations worldwide could exchange needs.

Even the ferocious assassin she had personally caught and sent to prison a few days ago had, today, become a gentle and honest uncle.

As for the murder case, it had become a suicide case because he couldn’t bear the guilt of his crimes from a car accident.

This world gave Natsuki an intensely unreal feeling, as if it were too beautiful.

She even wondered if she hadn’t woken up from a dream.

At this moment, the only people in the world who knew the entire world had been modified were likely Aslan, herself, and Asagi.

The Unofficial History modified history, records, memories, and common sense. Meanwhile, the Holy Flash System arbitrarily manipulated the personalities and minds of everyone in the world, balancing good and evil.

Together, they formed a Timeline Overlap Device.

Natsuki also gained a profound understanding of the power of the Four-Digit level. As for the Three-Digit and even Two-Digit levels above it, she couldn’t imagine.

Little Garden… was a bit too terrifying.

Was a world like this truly the Utopia she had dreamed of?

Natsuki fell into deep doubt.

But she quickly felt relieved. Who cares? Wasn’t this Utopia?

Wasn’t this world completely at peace?

Didn’t demons and humans live harmoniously?

Hadn’t the persecution of Witches stopped?

Since all of that had been achieved, why couldn’t this be Utopia?

It made no difference, after all.

-

Title: Are You Surprised?

Arcadia Headquarters.

Located next to Leticia’s room, in Aslan’s bedroom.

Aslan’s figure swiftly materialized in the void, instantly appearing inside the room.

He glanced briefly at the neatly arranged room next door, then turned to look out the window at the bright sunlight.

Returning from the Strike the Blood world, Aslan couldn’t help but sigh.

“How many days have passed in Little Garden?”

He had spent roughly over a month in the Strike the Blood world, though the last half-month was spent in the Prison Barrier laboratory.

【The flow of time in Little Garden is roughly equivalent to that in the Strike the Blood world. It is currently morning, seven days after you left Little Garden.】

The time wasn’t long, and seven days was just right—neither too long nor too short. The commotion from the things he did before leaving had mostly subsided, but not to the point of being forgotten.

Thinking of this, Aslan couldn’t help but smile and asked Little Garden’s Central Core again.

“So, can the difference in the flow of time between different worlds be adjusted?”

【It can be adjusted. Since an unobserved world and Little Garden are not on the same timeline, by consuming a certain amount of Merits or after marking a specific space and time, you can freely determine the time range for your return.】

“Overall, it still requires consuming Merits.” Aslan couldn’t help but twitch.

He felt that Merits were never enough. Why did everything require Merits?

As for the part about marking space and time at the end, Aslan immediately ignored it. Anchoring a fixed point in time was far more advanced than anchoring a space or world. It was something he couldn’t touch at all right now.

As he grumbled, Little Garden’s Central Core began its main task: re-evaluating Aslan’s Spirit Status and experiences.

Of course, the content being evaluated had certainly been refined by Aslan, the Fictional Historian.

Otherwise, how could he game the Merits?

Moreover, this time, he planned to gain a free enhancement from Little Garden’s Central Core. He had brought back all twelve of his Beast Vassals at once.

Whether he could establish a connection with the Zodiac and obtain the Sun Authority’s legacy for free depended heavily on this evaluation by Little Garden’s Central Core.

It should be noted that the dominion over the twelve constellations was part of the Sun Authority.

Thinking of this, Aslan suppressed the excitement in his heart and quietly awaited Little Garden’s Central Core’s evaluation.

*HUM!*

A nearly inaudible hum sounded. Aslan only felt a trace of a Heaven-Piercing Pillar flash before his eyes, and then everything returned to normal.

【Evaluation: It is a symbiotic-type Gift with growth potential.】

【Second Evaluation: It has a corresponding connection to the legacy of the other twelve Zodiacs.】

【Third Evaluation: It… possesses the merit of saving a world…】

【Fourth Evaluation: It is a salvation weapon created by the Deva (Gods).】

Seeing the long string of evaluation data from Little Garden’s Central Core, Aslan felt a slight relief in his heart.

“As expected, a Fictional Historian is like a Poet.”

Mimicking the Sun Authority wasn’t easy. It wasn’t as simple as someone claiming a connection to the twelve constellations for Little Garden’s Central Core to evaluate it as related to the Sun Authority.

Little Garden’s Central Core’s evaluation criteria weren’t that lax. At the very least, it required recognition from the Pan-Human History, backed by a Pantheon’s approval.

At minimum, it needed to occupy a highly special Spirit Status in the world to establish a connection with the Sun Authority.

For example, the strongest salvation weapon created by the gods. Since the gods approved, it meant Little Garden’s Central Core also acknowledged it.

Even though Aslan had helped them approve it, it didn’t matter. Get on the bus first, pay the fare later—a minor detail.

Aslan was confident the gods wouldn’t mind.

Of course, this couldn’t have been achieved without the support of Little Garden’s Central Core. This was a clash between artificial intelligence and programming.

In the end, it was won by the will of Little Garden’s Central Core overriding its own programmed evaluations.

Fundamentally, this relied on the fact that Little Garden’s Central Core lacked specific information sources about the Strike the Blood world and had no clear basis for all possibilities regarding the Beast Vassals.

As for whether Little Garden’s Central Core truly lacked specific information sources?

Who knows? In any case, it passed the evaluation of Little Garden’s Central Core’s rules.

This, of course, was inseparable from the brilliant achievements of the gods who wrote Little Garden’s Central Core’s programming.

The more complex the program, the more loopholes it left. Moreover, Little Garden’s Central Core’s program was crafted by at least thousands of gods and Buddhas.

Thousands of programmers coding together—if it even runs, you should be immensely grateful. A small loophole was nothing.

Furthermore, these loopholes might even be backdoors deliberately left by certain gods or Buddhas—who knows.

In the end, through a series of internal and external collaborations, after Little Garden’s Central Core went offline for a few seconds, the final evaluation of the Beast Vassals emerged.

【Symbiotic Gift · Beast Vassals】

【A spirit created by the combined power of the Deva, bearing the legacy of the twelve Zodiac stars, carrying a portion of the curses and other negative elements of a specific world.】

【Rank: Four-Digit (Elite), Special Symbiotic-Type Gift.】

Seeing this, Aslan finally couldn’t hold back his smile and burst into hearty laughter.

“As expected, it worked! Now I should qualify as a Summoner, right?”

Twelve Beast Vassals at the ordinary Four-Digit level—in any Pantheon, this was a force not to be ignored.

If Aslan wished, he could fully establish a worldview with Leticia and found a small Pantheon consisting solely of vampires.

“And being tied to the Sun Authority—that’s just too cool.” Aslan said with a slightly smug tone.

“Just by being connected, the upper limit of my Spirit Status instantly reaches Four-Digit Elite.”

“As long as the Beast Vassals are equipped with Authorities matching their legacies.”

“When I obtain the corresponding Sun Authority, the associated Beast Vassals could directly become Four-Digit Legendary combat power, or even Four-Digit Outlier.”

“Even Star Beasts rivaling Shiroyasha aren’t impossible.”

Since the Sun Authority originally belonged to Shiroyasha, in her hands, it could unleash extraordinary power.

On the Upper Floor, Shiroyasha could summon Three-Digit Star Beasts using the Sun Authority. On the Lower Floor, besides herself as a Four-Digit Outlier, she could, if willing, summon Four-Digit Outlier Star Beasts.

However, Shiroyasha’s power was even more outrageous than the Greek Pantheon. Fifteen Four-Digit Outliers—whoever used them would know.

That’s why the gods collectively banned Shiroyasha from summoning too many or overly powerful Star Beasts at once. Her upper limit was set at Four-Digit Legendary.

On the Lower Floor, a Four-Digit Outlier already had the power to shake the situation, so the gods wouldn’t leave such a loophole.

Thinking of this, Aslan said with slight satisfaction.

“In ideal conditions, twelve Four-Digit Legendaries? That’s already quite satisfying.”

At that moment, a black fan shot through the void, striking Aslan’s head.

It was followed by the laughter of a young girl.

“Twelve Four-Digit Legendaries? You really dare to dream.”

Aslan just stood there, hands in his pockets, whistling nonchalantly as if nothing had happened.

At this moment, Shiroyasha, who had thrown the attack from a distance, burst into laughter and scolded.

“Aren’t you afraid of choking on your ambitions? Being slightly tied to the Sun Authority is enough to make you happy.”

Twelve Four-Digits? Even if they were just the most ordinary, nearly gatekeeper-level Four-Digits, this was combat power that even the former Arcadia begged for but couldn’t obtain. In a sense, the Arcadia led by Aslan now was no weaker than Arcadia at its peak.

Just this? And he’s still not satisfied?

“Fine, I’ll help cover this up. But the reward I painstakingly requested for you might be gone.”

Shiroyasha sighed.

What could she do? After all, this was her favorite little brother.

If her little brother got into trouble, as the eldest sister, she naturally had to clean up the mess. Besides, Aslan’s situation could hardly be called trouble.

Who gets into trouble and produces twelve Four-Digits?

Even if a major Pantheon suddenly gained twelve Four-Digits, they’d probably laugh their heads off on the spot.

Moreover, these twelve Four-Digits still had growth potential. As long as the corresponding Authority was created, they could become Four-Digit Elites.

On Little Garden’s stage, Four-Digit Elites were the main actors.

“Tomorrow, remember to submit a report and explain to the Upper Floor. This matter is almost settled.”

After Shiroyasha finished her final grumbling, she canceled her will’s projection, clearly indicating to Aslan that she was taking on this issue.

“A report? Just hand it to Leticia?” Aslan decided cheerfully. Then he summoned Aurora and the others.

*BUZZ!*

Instantly, rainbow-like colors reflected from golden hair illuminated the entire room.

In a flash, golden hair shimmering like a rainbow fluttered everywhere in the room.

Twelve young vampires—no, precisely Bloodlines—with golden hair and various styles of clothing appeared in the room.

“Girls, are you ready to greet your mother?” Aslan clapped his hands, signaling the Kaleid Bloods to look at him.

The Kaleid Bloods nodded in unison, saying in one voice:

“We’re ready.”

“Counting the time, Leticia should be arriving soon.” Aslan glanced at the time outside. Normally, Leticia would come to pick him up around now.

Sure enough, as soon as Aslan finished speaking, the sound of the bedroom door opening echoed.

Dressed in a blue-and-white maid outfit, Leticia entered carrying cleaning tools.

The moment Leticia walked in, the voices of the twelve Kaleid Bloods rang out in unison.

“Mother Leticia, welcome.”

Leticia stared in confusion at the young vampires calling her mother, her expression bewildered for the first time.

Especially when she sensed an unexpected blood connection with them, Leticia felt dizzy, as if her head was itching and she was about to grow a brain (become smarter).

“Master, what exactly is going on?”

“What else could it be? Of course, they’re your daughters.” Aslan said with a mischievous smile curling at the corners of his mouth.

*THUD!*

Leticia looked limp and immediately collapsed into Aslan’s arms.

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Title: Are You Surprised? I Wonder If Karyou Knows About This

“Oh no! Lady Leticia fainted from shock!”

Just as Leticia’s brain couldn’t handle the overload, Kurousagi, who happened to be passing by, let out a scream.

This was followed by a confused voice.

“Huh? Why would Lady Leticia faint from shock? That shouldn’t happen, right?”

At that moment, Aslan looked at Leticia lying in his arms, staring at him with bright red eyes.

Aslan adjusted her position, but Leticia still felt a bit dizzy.

“My apologies, Master. My brain short-circuited for a moment there.” Leticia, still feeling weak, apologized in front of Aslan.

After that, Leticia once again checked her Spirit Status and physical condition, even pulling out her Gift Card for inspection.

(Hmm? My Vampire Princess of Purity Gift is fine?)

(I haven’t lost my purity either?)

(So, where did these twelve daughters come from?)

After examining her body and Spirit Status, Leticia calmed down slightly, then turned to Aslan with a sigh.

“Master, something like giving birth to daughters out of thin air—at least let me know afterward. It’s pretty terrifying.”

Kurousagi beside her immediately raised her hand and started shouting.

“Exactly, exactly! Wait, telling afterward isn’t okay either! You should’ve told her beforehand!”

But the next moment, Kurousagi seemed to realize something. She turned her neck like a robot, staring at Leticia. Her tone unconsciously jumped eight octaves.

“Daughters!!!”

“Lady Leticia, since when did you have daughters?!” Her emotions spiraling out of control, Kurousagi raised her hands, grabbed Aslan’s neck, and shook him vigorously.

“When did this happen? And her daughters are already this big?”

Before Aslan could speak, Kurousagi’s face twisted into an expression like she wanted to cry but was holding it back, forcing a smile.

“Kurousagi may be useless, just a worthless rabbit, but Lady Leticia, why didn’t you say anything about something as big as having daughters?”

“Everyone in the Community would definitely take good care of your daughters.” Kurousagi rambled on endlessly.

At this point, Kurousagi felt as if she had been abandoned by Leticia, Aslan, and everyone in Arcadia.

This was a massive blow to her.

“They’re such cute girls. If Kurousagi had been told, she would’ve taken good care of them.”

Hearing Kurousagi’s jealousy practically overflowing, Aslan felt something was off about the situation.

(It’s not like they’re your daughters. Why does it sound like you’re an old mother whose children were taken away?)

Aslan looked at Kurousagi with a strange expression, then turned to Leticia, who also had a distorted expression.

With her cute and lively blue-and-white maid outfit, Leticia looked at Kurousagi even more helplessly.

(Those words… why do they sound like you want to steal my daughters? Is the Moon Rabbit’s maternal instinct this strong?)

She herself still didn’t fully understand what was happening.

Seeing this, Leticia couldn’t help but ask.

“Master, what exactly did you do in the outside world while you were gone?”

Aslan tilted his head, looked at Kurousagi, and said with a smile.

“Are you sure you want me to explain now?”

“Master, please explain.” Leticia assumed a listening posture.

Even Kurousagi, who was ranting beside them, couldn’t help but perk up her ears.

Yes, literally perk up her ears.

“They carry the legacy of the twelve Zodiacs in their bodies.” Aslan said in a flat tone.

“Hmm? Which Zodiac?” Leticia asked curiously.

It was just the legacy of the Sun Authority. She herself still had one Sun Authority in her body.

Even Aslan still had a Leo Sun Authority waiting to be claimed. It was the Sun Authority held by a former Arcadia executive.

However, after the war caused by Absolute Evil and Angra Mainyu last time, Arcadia had reclaimed its old banner and most of its lost legacies.

This included, but wasn’t limited to, the Divinity of the Goddess Inari, Lily’s mother, the ring used by Jin Russell’s father to control spirits, and more.

Of course, the most valuable was the Sun Authority.

“But what does the Sun Authority legacy have to do with them being my daughters?”

“Not just one Zodiac, but the legacies of all twelve Zodiacs.” Aslan said, looking at Leticia with a somewhat strange expression.

“I almost forgot, I also planned a Sun Authority legacy related to Ophiuchus for you.”

“It should help resolve your issue of not being able to use the Ophiuchus Sun Authority.”

Leticia fell silent for a moment, and so did Kurousagi.

It wasn’t until a few moments later that Leticia dared to take a few deep breaths.

“Kurousagi, use your ears to listen. Is there anyone unknown around us secretly observing?”

Kurousagi’s ears twitched like antennas, and she nodded slightly. She, too, understood the gravity of this matter.

All twelve Zodiac legacies.

A single Zodiac legacy could create an ordinary Four-Digit Elite. And all twelve Zodiac legacies—what that could create, Kurousagi didn’t even dare imagine.

A Four-Digit Outlier? Or even a glimpse at Three-Digit?

“I’ve checked with my Judge Authority; no one is spying on us.” Kurousagi said, noticing Leticia seemed to have more to say. She then looked at Aslan and weakly raised her hand to ask.

“So, should I step away too?”

Aslan glanced at Kurousagi and said with slight frustration.

“No need. This isn’t something that needs to be kept secret. Kurousagi, you don’t have to be so cautious.”

“These things can still be discussed openly.”

So there are things that can’t be discussed openly… Leticia glanced at Aslan helplessly. Her instincts told her some things were better left unprobed.

Leticia looked up at Aslan and said with slight hesitation.

“Anything else, Master? If possible, please tell me everything at once. I don’t want to be shocked multiple times.”

“If I may, could you tell me why they have my blood aura in their bodies?”

Aslan nodded, hesitated for a moment, then organized his words.

“There shouldn’t be anything else for now. Other changes will manifest after that world’s observation is complete.”

“As for your blood aura in their bodies, I did that intentionally.”

Saying that, Aslan pulled out a card containing a fictional Spirit Status and handed it to Leticia.

This was a Spirit Status Aslan had deliberately created for Leticia. For this, he personally intervened, adding ruins and historical texts just to boost its credibility.

Fictional Spirit Status · Fifth Primogenitor. Isn’t it reasonable for there to be five Primogenitors if there are four?

Isn’t it also reasonable for a Demon King to have Four Heavenly Kings under them?

This was the Fifth Primogenitor Aslan created, also the Spirit Status of the King of the Bloodline (Vampire) Race. Its Spirit Status even surpassed the Four Primogenitors.

If the Three Primogenitors were experimental products, and the Fourth Primogenitor was a weapon used to save the world and clear the Beast Vassals on earth, then the Fifth Primogenitor was the one who personally bore all the curses, evils, hatred… and negative elements of the world.

Of course, Aslan didn’t create Leticia’s Spirit Status carelessly.

He hadn’t forgotten about Lamia Draculea I, Leticia’s younger sister, the vampire who helped Leticia bear all the vampire curses, obtained a Gift rivaling hundreds of millions of Demon Gods, turned into a monster, and was ultimately sealed by the Paradox of Omnipotence.

Such a massive curse. If borne and turned into Beast Vassals, Leticia would at least gain Four-Digit Outlier Beast Vassals and resolve the Poets’ curse on vampires in one go.

Combined with the Ophiuchus Sun Authority in Leticia’s body, linking the Beast Vassals to Ophiuchus was enough to give a slight chance of breaking through to Three-Digit.

As for the blood aura connecting Aurora and the others to Leticia, this was necessary to create the Fifth Primogenitor · King of the Bloodline Race Spirit Status in Leticia’s hands.

Fabrication isn’t nonsense, and fiction isn’t random creation. Even for a fictional Spirit Status, there needed to be corresponding historical facts, songs, and records to prove Leticia’s existence, right?

And the simplest proof was through blood ties. After all, Aurora and the others couldn’t have just popped out of a rock.

Of course, this was also to grant Aurora and the others a pure Bloodline Spirit Status. In Little Garden, a pure Spirit Status must be born naturally, either from nature or from pure parents.

Leticia sensed the information contained in the fictional Spirit Status, looked at Aslan with a strange expression, and remained silent for a long time.

“By the way, Master, while I don’t mind (care about) these things too much, have you considered one thing?”

Saying she didn’t mind was a lie. Leticia minded a lot. Her Gift was Vampire Princess of Purity. As a Knight of Little Garden and an Overall Floor Master, she also cared deeply about her reputation.

If Aslan didn’t have a fiancée, Leticia wouldn’t mind his pursuit of her, especially after seeing him do so much for her.

She’d probably agree right away.

“That is, what about your fiancée, Miss Karyou’s opinion?” Leticia stared intently into Aslan’s eyes, assessing him.

Cold sweat dripped down, and Aslan guiltily avoided Leticia’s gaze.

As a Knight, Leticia’s mindset was quite conservative. When the vampire race still existed, they adhered strictly to monogamy.

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Title: Leticia, Please Save My Life!

“Oh, forget it.”

Seeing Aslan’s behavior, Leticia covered her face in despair and sighed.

She knew, of course, that Aslan had merely stumbled upon a world that would greatly benefit him after observation. Then, with the intent to help her, he casually triggered a Historical Transition Period.

If vampires in Little Garden were still alive now, after that world was observed, the vampire race in Little Garden might immediately overcome their weakness to sunlight.

They could even receive an epic-level enhancement.

It’s just that everything Aslan was doing for her now touched Leticia deeply, but she was merely a servant, belonging to Aslan. She didn’t deserve for him to go to such lengths.

Frankly speaking, due to previous events, Aslan’s status in the eyes of the gods was now roughly equivalent to a smaller version of Canaria plus the Halloween Queen.

How important Canaria was back then was how important Aslan was now.

Canaria was once hailed as humanity’s last hope. Many gods and Buddhas openly said they couldn’t imagine Little Garden without Canaria.

If Canaria died, they felt that Little Garden and Human History might truly be beyond saving.

But now, things were quite good. Though lacking Canaria’s intelligence, the sudden emergence of Aslan wasn’t unusable.

With Aslan’s control over space, he could reduce the mortality rate when facing the Last Trial of Mankind to zero and raise the winning rate to at least a draw with his own strength alone.

Though much of it relied on exploiting Little Garden’s rules, rules were meant to be exploited.

Because of Aslan’s existence, many gods and Buddhas remained highly optimistic about the eventual emergence of Angra Mainyu.

One could imagine how important Aslan was now.

And the position of Aslan’s partner? The competitive pressure was immense.

If it weren’t for Karyou, Arcadia’s threshold would have long been trampled flat. Where would there be room for Leticia to speak?

Unlike Kurousagi, who was backed by Indra, or Karyou, supported by Buddha, Leticia had no one behind her. And her past achievements? Who cared?

“If only Master had appeared earlier and observed that world.” Leticia said with a trace of sadness she couldn’t hide.

Now, she was likely the only living vampire left in Little Garden.

“Unfortunately, besides me, there shouldn’t be any other vampires in Little Garden now.”

“Even if there were, they must have left Little Garden for the outside world.”

Because of those talkative Poets, ever since Leticia fell to Demon Lord status, vampires became a race hunted by everyone.

With the knightly morality of Little Garden’s vampires, the outcome was obvious.

The good guys always ended up with a gun pointed at them.

Moreover, in Little Garden, lies could become reality. Lamia was cursed into a Three-Digit, and vampires were tainted to the level of demons.

If not for Lamia bearing all the vampire curses alone, the vampires in Little Garden who suffered the backlash would have been cursed into man-eating demons.

“Who said there aren’t any?” Aslan patted Aurora’s head.

“Aren’t they vampires?”

Leticia rolled her eyes speechlessly. She didn’t want to entertain Aslan.

Could they be compared? Did he really think she didn’t know their Spirit Status was pure Bloodline, not vampire?

The ideals of the past Overall Floor Master system, the responsibility to revive the race, her ambitions… had long been erased by the passage of time.

She no longer had the ambitions she once did.

Even the desire to establish the Overall Floor Master system, revived by Canaria, had been crushed by reality.

Her only thought now was to live simply, day by day.

She didn’t even care much about restoring her power. She felt that Five-Digit strength was enough, and things were fine as they were.

“By the way, Leticia, do you know who bought your Divinity?” Aslan looked at Leticia, who now resembled an old uncle who had seen the ways of the world. He felt a bit reluctant to see her like this.

He had gone to great lengths to help Leticia restore her power and revive her, yet here she was, slacking off.

“The other party is also a vampire.”

Leticia’s eyes twitched unconsciously. She raised her head and looked at him curiously. She didn’t understand why Aslan brought this up now.

Hearing about a vampire piqued her curiosity.

“After absorbing your Divinity, they gained Four-Digit Elite strength.”

Leticia’s Divinity, though created by separating her Spirit Status and Authority, was within her expectations that someone absorbing it would become Four-Digit.

But Little Garden’s requirement for Four-Digit Elite was perfect mastery of one Authority. Although Divinity contained Authority, after absorption, it couldn’t be perfectly mastered.

Their rank would only be ordinary Four-Digit.

Unless the other party had a specific connection to Leticia or was already Four-Digit themselves.

“Her name is Lamia.”

Instantly, Leticia froze. She stared at him in disbelief, as if asking if Aslan wasn’t lying.

“Of course not.” Seeing her reaction, the corners of Aslan’s mouth couldn’t help but curl into a smile.

(Don’t think just because you’re pretty, you can be pessimistic and aloof.)

He had worked hard for a month for her, not so Leticia could sulk and slack off. If anyone should be slacking, it should be him!

Leticia should focus on being his maid. The busy one should be the maid, and the idle one should be with the maid.

“So, Leticia, who told you there were no vampires left in Little Garden?” Aslan looked at her gleefully.

If possible, Aslan didn’t want to give her false hope. But Leticia’s current state truly needed a big dose of hope to fill it.

Leticia showed an awkward expression. The reason was, since Canaria stopped her Demon Lord Game and she joined Arcadia, she had been searching and investigating other vampires.

Her conclusion was that there were no other vampires in Little Garden besides her.

Even her younger sister, who bore the curse for her, left no trace. Only the legacy of a half-human, half-snake monster named Lamia was scattered everywhere, proving that Lamia’s fate was likely grim.

“Though she’s not your sister, she’s your niece. However, the way to save Lamia is hidden in the Spirit Status I just gave you.”

“So, Leticia, how will you thank me?”

Leticia sighed. The emotions she had just gathered were instantly shattered by Aslan.

She rolled her eyes and said helplessly.

“Let’s put the gratitude aside for now. You need to think about how to face Lady Karyou.”

“You produced so many daughters for me.” Leticia emphasized the word “daughters.”

“Karyou’s mind is quite sensitive.”

Almost instantly, Aslan’s face darkened. Where did he have experience with this?

“You should be grateful that the Demon King came to visit these past few days and took Karyou to hang out with the Seven Great Demon Kings for a bit.” Leticia said, looking at him with a slightly gleeful expression.

(Feel it now, since you scared me earlier.)

(Now you’ve learned your lesson, right?)

The next moment, while Leticia was reveling in her revenge, Aslan unceremoniously hugged her thigh.

“Leticia, I did this for you!”

“So, Leticia, you have to save my life!”

Leticia frowned but didn’t intend to push Aslan away or resist too much.

“I can only say I’ll try.” Leticia said helplessly, shrugging. After all, Aslan was her Master. She couldn’t truly ignore him.

She also couldn’t predict how Karyou would react after learning all this. After all, she had never dated or been a romantic adventurer.

How to put this?

It wasn’t a big deal, but it wasn’t small either. It purely depended on how Karyou saw it.

The point was, Aslan truly hadn’t done anything to betray Karyou. Even between him and Leticia, there were just a bunch of extra daughters.

“However, most importantly, Master, you need to show a proactive attitude in admitting your mistake.”

“Relax, no need to worry about that.”

When it came to attitude, Aslan would go all out.

But Leticia suddenly felt that her relationship with Aslan had somehow become strange.

Why was her first thought to explain things to Karyou? It wasn’t like she and Aslan had an overly intimate relationship.

Originally, if she didn’t explain, she could easily brush it off by saying Aslan triggered a Historical Transition Period to help her restore her Spirit Status and power.

She was Aslan’s subordinate, his possession. So, it was natural for Aslan to trigger a Historical Transition Period to boost his subordinate’s strength.

From the perspective of a superior-subordinate relationship, Leticia could completely avoid getting entangled in Aslan and Karyou’s emotional matters.

But now, if she went to explain, it would actually confirm a relationship between her and Aslan.

Thinking of this, Leticia looked at him with a strange expression.

Could this also be part of his calculations? Did Aslan do this on purpose?

But seeing Aslan secretly rubbing her thigh covered in white stockings while she was distracted, Leticia retracted her thoughts.

She felt her Master was a bit foolish. Did he really think she couldn’t detect his little movements?

“How does it feel?” Leticia’s slightly cold voice reached Aslan’s ears.

“Fragrant, just a bit thin. It’d be better if it were softer.”

“Then, should I take off my silk stockings so you can keep rubbing?” Leticia’s voice grew colder.