Little Garden 156-160

Title: The Observer of the Fourth Primogenitor

What is a Beast Vassal?

Is it a summoned creature raised in a vampire’s blood and controlled by the vampire?

No. The true nature of a Beast Vassal is a weapon of the Deva, a tool of war, and the embodiment of true calamity.

They are living entities that exist like curses.

Calamitous creatures that, by their mere presence, bring endless disasters to the world.

Even when residing in the body of a vampire with negative life force, Beast Vassals are terrifying monsters capable of easily draining life energy, magic, memories, and even the existence of the vampire itself.

This isn’t the most frightening aspect of Beast Vassals. More terrifying than their destructive power is the pollution they cause to memories.

To maintain their physical form, an uncontrolled Beast Vassal will relentlessly absorb information (memories) from intelligent beings around it.

The existence of a Beast Vassal itself is an anomaly that should not appear in this world.

Rather than controlling Beast Vassals, vampires are more accurately restricting them, even weakening them through continuous reproduction.

As for the three Primogenitors? They are merely restrainers of the Beast Vassals.

Though they’ve stood at the world’s pinnacle for thousands of years, the three Primogenitors have never forgotten the sight of countless Primogenitor-level Beast Vassals roaming the continent, destroying this world.

The three of them were merely lucky survivors of that great war, protected by Cain. No one knows the horror of Beast Vassals better than they do.

This is also why they allowed the Blazing Banquet to be held multiple times, letting the Fourth Primogenitor emerge and die repeatedly. The purpose was to weaken the Fourth Primogenitor’s twelve Beast Vassals through the recurring Blazing Banquet.

Since the Fourth Primogenitor has no descendants, she lacks the ability to divide the Beast Vassals’ power through reproduction, thus unable to weaken their strength.

What’s more despairing is that the Fourth Primogenitor’s Beast Vassals were created by the Deva, the strongest Beast Vassals forged with the guidance of the stars and the Deva’ hatred.

If other vampires’ Beast Vassals cannot be summoned after leaving Earth for another world, the Fourth Primogenitor’s Beast Vassals can be summoned freely without any restrictions.

This is why the Fourth Primogenitor is called the strongest Primogenitor. Her twelve Beast Vassals are like natural disasters without any limits.

Now, something even more terrifying has happened: the twelfth Beast Vassal of the Fourth Primogenitor has mutated, becoming far more fearsome than the Beast Vassal that truly destroyed the Deva.

The Deva, as a civilization capable of traversing the universe, how could their technological level compare to Earth’s current state? Unfortunately, Cain back then betrayed the Deva for Earth. He used nearly all of the Deva’ resources and collaborated with the three Primogenitors to initiate the Cleansing.

He turned 6,452 Primogenitor-level Beast Vassals on Earth into warheads and sealed them in another world.

The less powerful Beast Vassals were sealed within the bodies of the three Primogenitors, forming the seventy-two Beast Vassals of the First Primogenitor, nineteen of the Second Primogenitor, and twenty-seven of the Third Primogenitor.

Through the Cleansing, they transformed their race into vampires, allowing the dangerous power of these Beast Vassals to be passed down through generations via blood, thus weakening their strength.

Everything went smoothly until Aslan’s arrival, until the twelfth Beast Vassal displayed a terrifying power beyond the three Primogenitors’ comprehension.

“The power shown by the twelfth Beast Vassal is too great. If it goes out of control, no one can predict what will happen.”

The First Primogenitor, Juranbarada, spoke gravely. For the sake of Earth’s safety and the agreement and promise with Cain, he would protect this world no matter what.

“And I strongly suspect the Origin has been completely devoured.”

“The signals from the various preparations we and the Deva left in the Origin’s body have completely vanished.”

“Swallowed by that man named Aslan.”

Juranbarada recounted in detail everything that happened on Gozo Island to the other two Primogenitors, as if he had been there himself.

In truth, these details came from Akatsuki Gajo, imprisoned in Malta. He obtained Gajo’s memories from Gozo Island through certain means.

“Are you talking about the Fourth Primogenitor, that Aslan?” Giada showed an intrigued expression.

Her petite body leaned forward, listening attentively, her tone growing far more excited.

“I used all my power to investigate. I’m certain this man named Aslan never existed in this world before.”

“He appeared in this world out of nowhere.”

“Or, like the Deva…” Juranbarada’s words were cut off as Aswad continued. “You suspect he’s not a creature from this planet but from another.”

Juranbarada nodded, saying anxiously, “I suspect he’s from the Eastern Land.”

Humans on Earth weren’t originally native. They were “blood food” taken by the Deva from a place called the Eastern Land, home of the dragon race. Earth was merely a place to raise humans.

Tens of thousands of years ago, the Deva were no match for the dragon race. They barely managed to take some humans and were pursued, only able to seal the Otherworld, an alternate space connected to the Eastern Land.

Now, the Deva’ technology has been lost. Due to the Cleansing, few Deva survived. But over tens of thousands of years, it’s normal for the dragon race’s technology in the Eastern Land to have advanced significantly.

Perhaps they’ve found a way to traverse the Otherworld and come to Earth. They were more worried that Aslan was merely a vanguard.

“If it’s just Aslan alone, we might still handle him, but if there are more…” Juranbarada’s words trailed off, but the other two Primogenitors understood his meaning.

However, Giada just laughed heartily. “If there are more, stronger Beast Vassals, isn’t that better?”

“Doesn’t that mean they’ve found a way to fully control Beast Vassals? Maybe our fate as Primogenitors can be resolved.”

“Even if not, won’t things get more interesting?”

Juranbarada was speechless. He could understand Giada’s feelings. Even he, when he sensed the power of Aslan’s Beast Vassal, felt his long-cold blood stir again.

Vampires, or rather, the previous generation of vampires, lived too long, their emotions worn and broken. For many ancient vampires, death wasn’t frightening. They even looked forward to it, having no reason to live.

As the three longest-living Primogenitors, their weariness was worse. If not for remembering their mission promised to Cain, perhaps Giada wouldn’t be the only one excited.

If possible, for those whose emotions were nearly worn out, who wouldn’t want to let go and chase that fleeting passion?

Suppressing the surging blood in his heart, Juranbarada still spoke calmly.

“But that Beast Vassal is too dangerous. We can’t imagine what would happen if he controlled all twelve Beast Vassals.”

“I don’t want the war that happened on this continent, the tragedy that lasted nearly a thousand years, to repeat.”

“No one can say where Aslan’s limit is in controlling Beast Vassals.”

“Beast Vassals were never tamed by us. All we’ve done so far is pay a price to make them a bit quieter. The 6,452 Beast Vassal warheads are still sealed in another world.”

Juranbarada’s words finally silenced the other two Primogenitors. Even Giada, always spirited, spoke no more.

They seemed to sink into memories, back to thousands of years ago, when they were fearless test subjects who became Primogenitors.

The long passage of time made the three Primogenitors forget many things, but the one thing they couldn’t forget was the oath they made afterward and the mission they carried as Primogenitors.

“We need someone to monitor Aslan. If he does something wrong, we must work together to resolve this.”

“The Blazing Banquet can continue. Let him keep gathering the other Beast Vassals. But he absolutely cannot lose control.”

“After thousands of years of effort, we’ve only managed to reduce the Beast Vassal threat to a controllable level. If we let the Fourth Primogenitor’s Beast Vassals go out of control, our thousands of years of effort will be in vain.”

This time, Aswad grew serious. He sat up straight, shedding his lazy, rotten aura, and was about to firmly declare he’d be the observer. To make his life a bit more interesting and pass this boring time.

But Giada spoke first. “Leave it to me. I’ll monitor Aslan and find out his origins.”

Aswad glared at Giada angrily. He showed a wronged expression to Juranbarada, hoping he’d back him up.

But Juranbarada didn’t even glance at Aswad. He nodded to Giada. “Then, leave this to Giada.”

“Hey, Juranbarada, what about me?” Aswad shouted unhappily.

Why was such an interesting task given to Giada and not him?

Was something wrong with him?

“Forget it with your immoral lifestyle. At least Aslan only associates with pure maidens.” Juranbarada looked at Aswad, sighed in resignation, and complained.

Though he had seventy-two blood partners, they were all outstanding, beautiful women, and before becoming his blood partners, they were all pure maidens. As a man, he understood Aslan’s mindset well.

Pure, beautiful maidens were a huge bonus. Even monitoring could be seen as a special kind of fetish. But what about Aswad, who liked both men and women? Though very beautiful, he was a young, beautiful woman.

But his lifestyle was the most immoral among the three Primogenitors, indulging in pleasure and unable to break free. If Aswad associated with Aslan and even had thoughts about him, Aslan likely wouldn’t show mercy.

Giada was different. Before becoming a Primogenitor, she was a Deva princess. Her princess pride meant she wouldn’t associate with any man of lower status or power. This also meant that, even in her Chaos Zone Night Empire, none of her descendants were men.

All were women—or rather, pure, beautiful maidens.

This was a huge bonus for any man with normal thoughts.

After hearing Juranbarada’s analysis, Aswad couldn’t help but click his tongue.

“Hmph, men.”

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Title: The Third Primogenitor Who Came in Person

Itogami Island lies in a tropical region, constantly influenced by warm currents. Even in the middle of winter, the temperature on Itogami Island never drops below twenty degrees Celsius.

Moreover, Itogami Island is an artificial island made of resin, metal, and organic materials. Despite the use of magical technology, it clearly doesn’t include technology to lower the temperature. This makes the island’s heat even more intense.

It’s no exaggeration to say every day feels like summer. Naturally, in actual summer, the temperature on Itogami Island becomes even more oppressive.

In such heat, even Aslan and Aurora, who are transcendent and unaffected by hot or cold, weren’t keen on going out. The heat didn’t affect them, but that didn’t mean they wanted to go out and be roasted by the sun.

At noon, it wasn’t just the scorching heat but also the blinding sunlight that was unbearable.

“Aslan, I want that ice cream!”

Aurora tugged at the hem of Aslan’s clothes, pointing at a food show on TV. On the screen was a large parfait she eagerly anticipated.

Aslan affectionately patted Aurora’s head, looking around for Natsuki. But today seemed to be a workday, and Natsuki had gone to Saikai Academy to teach.

Aslan sighed, looking at Aurora, who was slightly drooling at the corner of her mouth, her throat moving as if swallowing.

What else could he do?

Aurora was his pet, after all. Of course, Aslan had to pamper her. Besides, it was just a quick trip.

“Aslan~~~”

Seeing him unmoving for so long, Aurora couldn’t help but run behind him, hugging him from behind, wrapping her arms around his neck, pressing her face against his, and saying pitifully, “I’m a bit hungry. Please, Aslan.”

Her stomach even let out a small cooing sound like a little pigeon.

“Isn’t there still the omelet rice Natsuki made last night in the fridge?” Aslan grinned mischievously, pointing to the fridge always stocked with various teas and snacks.

That fridge had only started serving its purpose of keeping things fresh last night. However, the food inside wasn’t exactly fit for human consumption, almost an insult to a fridge of that caliber.

“I don’t want to eat her rice! It tastes awful!”

Aurora’s flame-colored eyes showed a hint of disgust. She had eagerly anticipated Natsuki’s cooking last night, but the food tasted like that. She nearly vomited after one bite.

In the end, it was Aslan who saved the omelet rice from being destroyed by Natsuki’s hands.

But that omelet rice turned into fried rice with egg. The rest, following the principle of not wasting food, Aslan stored in the fridge as a bad memory for Natsuki.

He’d see when Natsuki would eat it. Actually, Natsuki made two portions, and one had already been lunch today.

“Alright, I’ll find where they sell it.” Aslan skillfully used Natsuki’s phone.

Honestly, the technology in this world was far more advanced than in his previous one. Even a small phone came with fingerprint, facial, voice, pupil, and even magical locks. Its camera could project images onto walls, play movies, and TV series. It was far more advanced than phones in his previous life.

Of course, it also had various navigation and entertainment apps.

“Thank you, Aslan.” Aurora excitedly rubbed her face against Aslan’s, even kissing his cheek.

Unfortunately, Aurora was still too young. No, not exactly too young. In terms of age, she was at least seven or eight thousand years old. But her mentality was still childlike.

Aslan felt more like he was raising a daughter. Closeness was closeness, but there was no way for a deeper relationship.

After confirming the location, Aslan released his spiritual power to locate the dessert shop on Itogami Island. He planned to teleport there, buy the dessert, and return.

Though this weather didn’t affect him, just looking out the glass window felt scorching. Even the tree leaves looked wilted from the heat. The ground felt like it could cook an egg in no time.

Being unaffected didn’t mean he couldn’t feel the heat.

It was like why xianxia experts blew on hot tea before drinking. Aslan currently adjusted his body’s perception of the outside world to be more like an ordinary person’s.

“Hmm? Interesting?”

While scanning Itogami Island for the dessert shop’s location, Aslan seemed to notice something intriguing. The corner of his mouth couldn’t help but curl into a smile.

His initial plan to teleport, buy, and return was abandoned. He decided to go join the excitement and find some entertainment.

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At Itogami Island’s airport, a black-haired girl, Himeragi Yukina, picked up her pink suitcase containing her belongings and a guitar case hiding the Mechanical Demon-Purging Assault Spear Mark Seven, Schneewalzer.

(So it’s her?) Aslan touched his chin, slightly surprised.

(Is the Lion King Agency really out of people? Or is Himeragi Yukina the one they chose?)

However, Aslan’s intuition told him it was likely the former. After all, the Lion King Agency didn’t have many people with qualifications comparable to Yukina’s.

Of course, what intrigued Aslan wasn’t just Yukina getting off the plane. In fact, Yukina was still on the flight from Japan to Itogami Island, or rather, she had just boarded the plane.

The message Yukari sent to Natsuki, asking her to pick up Yukina, a transfer student at Saikai Academy, along with her flight number, had been sent. This was very interesting.

Things were getting intriguing. Aslan was very curious about who was pretending to be Yukina. Few people could deceive the Lion King Agency and take the equipment prepared for Yukina.

“Aurora, how about we eat out?” Aslan touched his chin, thought for a moment, and decided to “coincidentally” meet this “Himeragi Yukina.” After all, wasn’t that person coming for him with that intent?

“My enemies are too strong. I don’t want to go out. Just offer a sacrifice for me.”

Hearing the word “out” especially under the scorching sun, Aurora’s body trembled briefly, and she frantically shook her head. But despite her fear, she didn’t give up.

“You’re not a Little Garden vampire. You won’t turn to dust in the sun. What are you afraid of?”

Aslan couldn’t help rolling his eyes, then grabbed Natsuki’s umbrella and handed it to Aurora.

“Just use an umbrella, right? What’s there to worry about?”

Aurora smiled shyly, then tugged Aslan’s hand, as if eager to go out. Aslan picked her up, sat her on his shoulder, and walked with the umbrella toward a high-end restaurant.

Of course, it was far fancier than the buffet they ate at before, and the prices were much higher.

Herring and grilled eel from the Baltic Sea had a unique flavor. Sea bass and rainbow trout were delicious and juicy. Soup made from salmon and cod from converging ocean currents was delectable. Fresh cod marinated with spices and a touch of onion was truly exceptional.

Aurora was ultimately drawn to the delicious seafood, completely forgetting she initially wanted ice cream.

While Aslan and Aurora enjoyed their meal happily, an aggressive gaze swept over Aslan. But in an instant, it vanished.

Aslan casually followed the direction of the gaze. Sure enough, it was a petite, slender black-haired girl. She was seriously studying the menu, but her eyes occasionally glanced at Aslan, as if secretly observing him.

As for that aggressive gaze earlier, it clearly couldn’t have come from a serious and diligent girl like Yukina.

(She really came?)

Aslan wasn’t surprised at all. He and Aurora had come openly. It’d be strange if they weren’t noticed.

The black-haired girl across from him seemed to notice Aslan’s gaze. She stopped looking at him, focusing on the menu, pondering what to order.

“Miss, have you decided what you’d like to order?” The waiter beside her asked Yukina politely, holding the menu, waiting for her order.

Since the prices at this restaurant weren’t cheap, the waiter was very courteous. Even though Yukina had sat there so long without ordering even a glass of water, he didn’t shoo her away. He smiled and waited beside her. But asking Yukina to order was the politest way to urge her to leave.

The black-haired girl’s budget seemed insufficient, or perhaps the budget approved by the Lion King Agency was still on the plane. Yukina’s face showed a hint of embarrassment.

She couldn’t help glancing at Aslan with a pleading look. She didn’t want her mission to fail and be unable to monitor the Fourth Primogenitor.

Aslan couldn’t help smiling. He seemed to have guessed who she was. So he waved his hand, gesturing for Yukina to come sit at his table.

Yukina wasn’t shy at all. She immediately pulled out a chair and sat down, as if she owned the place. The restaurant waiter quickly approached, standing beside Yukina, and said, “Miss, would you like to eat something? Here’s the menu, please take a look.”

Yukina took the menu, flipped through it, and finally chose a light fruit and vegetable salad.

After the waiter left, Yukina casually thanked him. “Thank you, Aslan-sama. But what can I do to repay this meal’s kindness?”

Aslan pinched his chin, saying with an amused smile, “How about offering yourself in return?”

Yukina puffed out her chest, raised her graceful neck, and said in a seductive tone, “Offer myself in return? That’s not impossible.”

“If you can make me interested in you.”

As soon as those words left her mouth, Yukina’s appearance changed drastically. One moment she was Yukina with long black hair, the next her hair turned into flowing green.

“So it’s you, Third Primogenitor, Giada Kukulcan.” Aslan said, not surprised at all.

-

Title: The Heartbroken Giada

Hearing Aslan’s words, Giada was stunned. Her emerald-green eyes stared at him with keen interest. After a brief silence, she smiled and said, “How did you know?”

“I thought my acting was pretty good. You shouldn’t have met the person I was impersonating.”

“Even though I’m also your observer.”

The Third Primogenitor, Giada Kukulcan, immediately expressed her curiosity about how Aslan figured it out. Though the other party hadn’t investigated, she felt her acting was near perfect.

“Hmm… how should I put it?”

Aslan pinched his chin, organizing his words briefly before saying slowly, “Actually, the real Himeragi Yukina should still be on the plane. The Lion King Agency just sent me her flight schedule.”

“No, that’s not what I meant. I want to know when you realized I was impersonating Himeragi Yukina.” The interest in Giada’s eyes grew stronger.

She never cared about trivial details like this. Or rather, this was a small flaw in the game she deliberately left for herself and Aslan.

What truly intrigued her was when Aslan realized Yukina had been replaced by her. She didn’t believe Aslan came here just to eat delicious seafood out of boredom.

In this weather and temperature, normal people wouldn’t think of going out. Aslan even chose a location near the airport, a place where he could see Giada as soon as she exited.

“Maybe when you just got off the plane?” Aslan didn’t hide anything.

There was no reason to. The Third Primogenitor wasn’t worth covering up with lies.

“I was calculating the coordinates of the dessert shop and happened to spot you.”

Aslan’s face still wore a warm smile as he wiped the mouth of Aurora, who was chewing on a crab leg. Except when the Third Primogenitor reverted to her true form, he no longer looked at Giada. It was as if the joke about offering herself in return wasn’t something she said.

“Hahahahaha!! This is so interesting!” Giada laughed heartily, clapping her hands. Her overly cheerful demeanor didn’t match her petite appearance.

“Of course, seizing this chance from those two to come find you was the right call.”

“Hmm, it’s been so long since I felt this happy. When was the last time I was this excited? A few hundred years ago? Or a few decades ago?” After laughing, Giada toned down her smile, adopting a demeanor more fitting of the word “Bride.”

However, her aggressive gaze and the almost blatant “I’m interested in you” look in her eyes never diminished.

“So, where are you from, Fourth Primogenitor? The Blazing Banquet has been held multiple times, but we’ve never seen a Fourth Primogenitor like you.”

“We also found no trace of your existence in this world in the past.”

“Could it be, you came from outer space?”

Giada couldn’t help leaning closer. Her green eyes sparkled with curiosity. Her cherry-like lips were very close to Aslan’s cheek.

A faint, slightly wild scent from her wafted into Aslan’s nose.

“You can be bolder. I didn’t just come from outer space.” Aslan gently pushed Giada’s face away.

Though he loved beautiful girls and enjoyed being close to them, even deepening relationships and touching them, Giada was too aggressive, making Aslan feel like prey. Like Nyaruko, Giada’s feelings toward him weren’t attraction but a kind of excitement, like a hunter seeing prey. That wasn’t something Aslan liked. He enjoyed the feeling of teasing, not being hunted like prey.

“Hmm? Bolder?” Giada grew even more curious about Aslan’s origins.

But she was a bit afraid to guess bolder thoughts. If she kept guessing, she feared she wouldn’t be able to hold back.

After all, just the grand stage of outer space was already making her a bit uncontrollable. Thinking of an even larger, more distant world out there, she couldn’t imagine how out of control she’d become. But after being bored for thousands of years, she still couldn’t restrain herself and eagerly asked, “You can’t possibly be from another universe, right?”

“You guessed it right.” Aslan grinned widely, giving Giada a thumbs-up, showing his appreciation.

However, Giada didn’t look too pleased. She felt Aslan was treating her nonchalantly, like a child.

“To be precise, the place I live in now might be a God-made Universe, right?”

“God-made Universe?”

Giada couldn’t fathom it. As a Deva daughter and the Third Primogenitor who’d lived for thousands of years, how could she not know the concept of a universe?

Was the other party referring to a universe with a diameter exceeding 93 billion light-years, containing hundreds of billions of galaxies, each with tens of billions of stars?

Compared to the true universe, Earth’s so-called solar system was just a drop in the ocean.

And the glory the Devas created over the years? It was merely an insignificant speck of dust in the universe.

“Yes.”

Aslan nodded. He didn’t care much about Giada’s reaction. Or rather, this was a normal reaction for natives learning about Little Garden’s existence.

“That universe is just a slightly bigger playground.”

“So, Third Primogenitor, Giada Kukulcan, are you interested in going to that world? I happen to need a few people.”

Aslan raised his head, looking at Giada with a very calm gaze.

To him, having Giada or not wasn’t too important. Since she was interested, he might invite her. Of course, if she refused, it didn’t matter.

Though Giada, as the Third Primogenitor standing at the world’s pinnacle, had enjoyed god-like reverence for thousands of years and ruled the world for millennia, such achievements, even if not part of Pan-Human History, were enough for her to become Four-Digit after being observed by Little Garden.

But so what? She’d only stop at Four-Digit.

As for Aslan, once he gathered all twelve Beast Vassals and borrowed Shiroyasha’s Sun Authority, the twelve Star Beast Vassals would instantly become Four-Digit Beast Vassals in minutes. He could even inherit the Sun Authority, which wasn’t weak among Four-Digit beings.

As for Primogenitors from other worlds like Giada, Little Garden had plenty. Or rather, most Four-Digit beings in Little Garden were like Giada.

Beings not part of Pan-Human History but with great achievements in human history in their world would directly become Four-Digit in Little Garden. But that also meant they’d stop there.

After all, they came from Another Human History, not Pan-Human History. The upper limit of achievements from a single worldline like Another Human History was only Four-Digit.

If they wanted to leap from Another Human History to Pan-Human History, they’d have to see if the Pantheon would strike. Four-Digit beings without a background—how far could they grow in Little Garden?

Little Garden was also full of human connections. Without a Pantheon backing you, wanting to step onto the stage to gain achievements?

Facing Aslan’s invitation, Giada pursed her lips and asked with a playful expression, “So, how strong are you in your world? And what level would my strength be in your world?”

If she went there and became a mere foot soldier, she’d politely decline.

“Me? I just defeated a Demon Lord, reclaimed my flag, and rebuilt a destroyed faction. Probably at the early stage of rebuilding from scratch.”

Aslan observed Giada closely and said with a hint of pity, “In terms of strength, you might be on par with Shirayukihime? If you don’t perform well, you might not even beat Shirayukihime.”

After all, Shirayukihime had some dragon blood. With Giada’s Beast Vassals, she might not break through her defenses. Not everyone had Izayoi’s Gift-Destroying power. It could be considered a low-spec Imagine Breaker in Little Garden.

“As for you, your level might be Five-Digit. By the way, the closer the number is to zero, the stronger the power. Each digit represents a level difference.”

Giada was stunned for a moment, then her eyes sparkled. “So, above me, there are Four, Three, Two, and One? Four levels of existence?”

“Correct.” Aslan said confidently.

“But One-Digit currently exists only in theory. In reality, the strongest are Two-Digit, called Full Authority Domain.”

“Interesting, very interesting.” Giada licked her lips, showing an excited expression, and stared at Aslan. “What digit are you?”

Aslan looked at her with a strange expression.

Just as Giada felt a bit confused, Aslan said, “I just became Four-Digit.”

“Four-Digit?” Giada stared at him, thinking of Aslan’s Beast Vassal, slightly shocked. The gap between Four-Digit and Five-Digit didn’t seem that big?

Maybe she could become Four-Digit too?

“What’s the requirement to become Four-Digit?”

Aslan looked at Giada with an expression that said, “You’re hoping for too much.”

“Become Four-Digit? Match Aurora’s level first, then we’ll talk. She only absorbed a tiny fraction of my power.”

Did he really not see through Giada’s thoughts?

Giada was stunned, looking at Aurora with a strange expression, and said, “Absorbed a tiny fraction of your power…”

Honestly, that was a crushing blow to her.

-

Title: What Are You Implying?

“Why? Don’t believe me?”

Aslan looked at the disheartened Giada and spoke with a smile. This was exactly the effect he wanted.

If Giada maintained this attitude upon arriving at Little Garden, she’d easily get beaten and become a burden. So, Aslan decided to “beat” Giada first, letting her feel how vast the world was.

“Aurora, let’s roar.”

Aslan patted the back of Aurora’s head, signaling her to look at Giada.

Giada stared at Aurora, whose face still had some sauce smudged on it, with a look of disdain.

How strong could this Matrix No. 12 be?

If Aslan summoned Alrescha-Glacies, Giada might feel a bit of shock.

But just a Matrix, how strong could it be? It couldn’t possibly defeat her.

Aurora obediently raised her hand, placed it in front of her mouth, and roared as Aslan had taught her.

To others, it was just a cute little girl making a dragon-roar pose at her older sister.

But for Giada, it was a different experience.

“What is this…?”

As Aurora roared, Giada seemed to see the twelfth Beast Vassal, Alrescha-Glacies, behind Aurora, raising a water jug toward her. It was just lifting the jug, but for some reason, at that moment, Giada felt as if she’d fallen into absolute zero. As if a giant dragon had merely opened its eyes slightly toward her, and she was so terrified she couldn’t move.

“Is this the gap within Five-Digit?” Giada said with a complicated tone.

She had gained the chance to advance, received an invitation from a being from another world. Both came together, but the result was realizing how weak she was.

It was fine if she couldn’t defeat a Beast Vassal, but who would’ve thought she couldn’t even beat Aurora, who was acting cute over there?

This was truly unpleasant.

“The gap between the strong and weak in Five-Digit might be the difference between you and Aurora.”

“As for the gap between you and me? Hmm… when you’re qualified to blow up a star, you’ll be qualified to hurt me.”

Aslan explained calmly, then casually tossed a Magic: The Gathering card containing Little Garden information into Giada’s memories.

With the Sun Authority of Dog and Dragon, Aslan’s physical strength, having reached Star Spirit level, was far more outrageous than a star. But that was just maximum defense.

Aslan’s current level was equivalent to Shiroyasha without the Sun Authority and without using Authority. This wasn’t even the exceptional Four-Digit Shiroyasha, just an ordinary Four-Digit Shiroyasha.

Four-Digit is divided into four tiers: Ordinary, Elite, Legendary, and Outlier.

Ordinary are those who purely rely on Gifts granted by Little Garden’s Central Core to become Four-Digit. They are pure Four-Digit Gatekeepers, unable to fully utilize their Four-Digit power.

Elite are those like Aishelia and Merlin, who through their own efforts refined their Gifts into Authority.

As for Four-Digit Legendary, they are those who’ve been Four-Digit for years, long renowned, but haven’t refined their Authority into Divinity to become Outlier Four-Digit. Naturally, Karyou is currently at the Four-Digit Legendary stage.

As for Outlier, no need to elaborate. In the Lower Layer, they can only be described with two words: Absolutely Invincible!

As a Four-Digit newbie, Aslan could only say the road ahead was long. There was still an unknown distance to truly become invincible in the Lower Layer.

“A star? You’re kidding, right?” Giada was stunned again.

The gap between digits was too huge, wasn’t it?

A being who just entered Four-Digit needed the power to blow up a star to be hurt? What kind of monster was this? Don’t tell me Three-Digit requires the power to blow up a galaxy?

Then, Giada stretched her body, showing off her not-so-graceful, rather flat curves. She closed her eyes and reviewed the information Aslan gave her.

“So it’s really like this.”

After browsing the information, Giada blinked in confusion. After reading Thousand Eyes’ special version of Little Garden’s common sense, she gained a deeper understanding of the world’s differences. But the smile on her face grew wider, as she realized her strength level upon arriving at Little Garden.

Though she couldn’t be called strong, she could definitely be considered a ruler in one aspect. At least she could protect herself, and if careful, it wouldn’t be hard to live well. But advancing further would be extremely difficult.

Soon after, Giada opened her eyes, looked at Aslan, raised her hand with an enthusiastic gaze, and said, “Coach, I want to get stronger! Please accept me!”

Aslan was very satisfied with Giada’s attitude and immediately extended his hand. “I can accept you, but where’s the payment? Joining me isn’t easy.”

Giada blinked, waving her raised hand. “Alright, Coach. What do you think of me? Whether in a dark dungeon or an open garden, I’m ready.”

“By the way, I’m still the real deal.”

Hearing those words, Aslan unhesitatingly swatted Giada’s raised arm and said expressionlessly, “I don’t need a flat-as-a-board body. I mean the other Matrices and detailed information about the Cleansing.”

(Flat as a board?)

Giada looked down at the small mounds on her chest. They couldn’t be called flat as a board, right?

Didn’t the information show Aslan liked that type? Whether it was Himeragi Yukina arranged by the Lion King Agency, Minamiya Natsuki, Aurora, or Aiba Asagi—weren’t her curves still much better than theirs?

But she wouldn’t give up so easily. As the Third Primogenitor and a former Deva daughter, her pride wouldn’t let her back down.

Giada stared at him, unable to resist licking her lips. She suddenly felt Aslan was also good prey. If her sense of smell wasn’t wrong, she seemed to detect the scent of another Primogenitor on Aslan, not one of their four, but a Primogenitor with a completely different life structure.

Aslan looked at the re-energized Giada, rubbing his temples in pain. He felt the hardest to deal with were enthusiastic girls like her. Though Giada wouldn’t mind if he had a harem, that didn’t mean she wouldn’t ignite a Shuraba.

Or rather, someone like Giada, who’d lived too long and only sought fun, would love to see such a scene.

But how could Giada easily let go of prey she’d chosen?

After thinking, Aslan had no choice but to give in.

“By the way, the Fourth Primogenitor’s Matrices and the Cleansing data—remember to send them to Minamiya Natsuki’s address.”

Aslan rubbed his temples in pain, pulled Aurora, and prepared to leave.

“You’re not taking me with you?”

Giada blinked, looking at Aslan with a teasing gaze and winking at him.

Then Aslan ruthlessly crushed her.

“No. I’m afraid you’ll cause trouble for me. And remember to return Himeragi Yukina’s equipment.”

Aslan waved his hand. He hadn’t even settled matters in this world—how could he return so soon?

At the very least, he had to wait until he completed the Cleansing and saw if he could release Algol.

The risks of observing the Strike the Blood world hadn’t been fully calculated. How could he suddenly pull this world into Little Garden’s observation universe?

It must be noted that the Strike the Blood world is one where humans declared war on gods and won a great victory. He couldn’t be sure if a world like this, even as Another Human History, would be permitted by Little Garden’s gods.

It was better not to provoke the nerves of those old bastards in the Upper Layer. Having just created the Final Trial of Mankind, the Upper Layer’s old bastards were nearly scared to death.

Now came another worldview where humans defeated gods, and gods fell to become Demons. Moreover, the gods in this world resembled the Devas of the vampires.

What are you implying?

Damn… who knows how sensitive the Upper Layer’s nerves are?

How would they view the Strike the Blood world?

Would they erase everything in this world, including the possibility of humans defeating gods, all at once?

Or would they try every means to erase him, the cause of all this?

To be safe, Aslan still needed to make some preparations. Moreover, this world was a gift he planned for Leticia, to help her revive the vampires’ glory.

Of course, there couldn’t be significant risks. It wouldn’t be fun if the gift wasn’t given properly and instead got Leticia into trouble.

“Alright, then I’ll wait for you in the Chaos Zone.” Giada happily waved at Aslan, then her figure vanished.

Along with her, the Schneewalzer guitar case and the suitcase of equipment prepared by the Lion King Agency for Yukina also disappeared.

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Meanwhile, after paying the bill, Aslan and Aurora returned to Natsuki’s villa.

Aurora went back to watching TV. As for Aslan, he played games with Asagi.

◆━⊰✧⊱━◆

At the same time, Yukina, who had just gotten off the plane, picked up her Schneewalzer and suitcase, steeling herself to carry out the mission the Lion King Agency gave her to monitor the Fourth Primogenitor.

“Stay strong, Yukina, you’re the best. You’re just monitoring a pedophile.” Yukina quietly encouraged herself, completely unaware of the two Lion King Agency staff behind her, whose sweat was nearly soaking their clothes.

Thankfully, Schneewalzer was returned unharmed. Otherwise, they couldn’t imagine what kind of torment they’d face.

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Title: Hello, Your Matrix Package Has Arrived

In the beautiful garden filled with countless flowers, the three Primogenitors gathered once again in the Whispering Garden, not even a day after their last meeting.

This time, however, it wasn’t the First Primogenitor, Juranbarada, who called the meeting of the Primogenitors. Instead, it was Giada, the one who despised drawn-out affairs like this, who summoned them.

Though nominally called a Bride, over time, Giada had forgotten all the etiquette she learned among the Devas. Now, she was merely a huntress who loved chasing interesting things. She loathed boring meetings like this.

Even last time, if Juranbarada hadn’t gathered the three Primogenitors, she wouldn’t have participated in the Whispering Garden. Even during the signing of the Sanctuary Treaty, she didn’t bother sending a representative.

The atmosphere fell silent for a moment.

Finally, Juranbarada couldn’t hold back. He broke the silence first, looking at Giada with slight confusion. “Giada, didn’t you go to monitor the Fourth Primogenitor? How did it go? Did you find anything?”

“Yeah…”

Giada shrugged, about to share her findings, but noticed Aswad seemed eager to say something. She gave Aswad the floor and held back.

“What? Don’t tell me you haven’t gone to monitor the Fourth Primogenitor yet? If not, why not give me the chance instead?” Aswad glanced at Giada, speaking with a calm smile.

He was genuinely considering this possibility. Such an interesting task had been snatched by Giada. If he could, he’d even want to bear a child for the Fourth Primogenitor.

“No, I was actually kicked out.” Giada spoke with a cheerful smile about something rather embarrassing for her. “The boss’s cold attitude even made me doubt my own charm.”

Giada propped her hands under her chin, staring at the empty Whispering Garden ahead.

“Alright, Giada, tell us your findings.”

Juranbarada waved his hand. If it was just a trivial matter, Giada wouldn’t have contacted them and specifically called a Whispering Garden meeting. She must have found something substantial and came to share the information.

“Fine, I’ll be honest. I think you’ll be shocked.” Giada waved her hand lazily.

Her petite body leaned back in the chair, her small, delicate feet resting on the table in front of her. Playing with her long, slender fingers, she spoke casually.

“I almost wet myself because of Aurora.”

“And Aurora just roared.”

Giada spoke nonchalantly about something deeply embarrassing for her.

“Aurora? Matrix No. 12?” Aswad couldn’t help but ask back.

“Yes.” Giada nodded slightly.

“The sun in the sky falls and crashes onto the earth. Do you think I’d believe something like that?” Aswad sighed, speaking with a hint of exasperation.

“Yet, the sun in the sky really did fall.”

“If we actually fought, Matrix No. 12 might kill me with one blow.” Giada muttered unconsciously. Though her voice was soft, it couldn’t be hidden from the other two Primogenitors.

The other two Primogenitors suddenly fell silent. The Fourth Primogenitor was originally created by the three of them in collaboration with the Devas. No one knew the Fourth Primogenitor’s power and the strength of his Beast Vassals better than they did.

Even so, they never imagined the twelfth Beast Vassal could be this powerful. What was even harder to fathom was that it didn’t even require the Beast Vassal to act. Just a Matrix using a fraction of the Beast Vassal’s power had reached this level. It truly surpassed their comprehension.

“Today isn’t April Fool’s Day, Giada.” Aswad sneered and laughed.

If the Fourth Primogenitor could reach this level, then what was the point of the Devas and other living beings in this world?

Giada shrugged, completely unbothered by Aswad’s words, and continued speaking.

“By the way, that guy said if you don’t have the power to destroy a star, you can’t even hurt him.”

“Yeah, let’s treat it as a real myth for now.” Juranbarada said with an intrigued expression. “Are you sure he’s telling the truth?”

At this moment, Giada crossed her arms behind her head, cradling it, and said, “Not sure. But the fact that Matrix No. 12 has the power to easily freeze this planet doesn’t seem like a lie.”

“And Matrix No. 12 only absorbed a tiny fraction of that guy’s power to reach this level.” Giada looked up, staring at the sky beyond the Whispering Garden’s railing, and said in a flat tone, “So, that guy really has the power to destroy this planet.”

Juranbarada tapped the table and said in a low voice, “Then, what’s his origin, and what’s his goal in replacing the Fourth Primogenitor?”

“Origin and goal?” Giada sat up straight, stretched her body, and said, “He’s from a God-made Universe called Little Garden, a stage for gods.”

“As for his goal, he seems to be recruiting subordinates because his faction is rebuilding from scratch.” Giada explained casually, then turned to her two old friends and said, “I’ve decided to follow him to Little Garden.”

Both Primogenitors were stunned at the same time, then frowned.

“The truth of the information he revealed hasn’t been verified. Are you sure about your decision?” Juranbarada said in a gentle tone, trying to persuade Giada to stay calm.

“The truth? I’m worried if I’m too late, I won’t even get a ticket.” Giada lazily propped her cheek with her left hand, looking at Juranbarada and Aswad.

“After all, I’ve lived for thousands of years. I’m bored enough. Though I chose to become a vessel to seal a Beast Vassal and become immortal, I regret it now. Deeply regret it.”

“If I go to Little Garden and die there, these dangerous Beast Vassals might die with me. My goal would be achieved.”

“If I don’t die, I’ll live an interesting life there. Isn’t that great?”

Kaine remained silent, saying nothing. Meanwhile, Aswad showed an intrigued expression.

“Honestly, you two should start preparing soon. Send the relevant data about the Matrices, the Fourth Primogenitor, and the Cleansing to that guy.”

“Maybe Aslan will take you along when he goes to Little Garden. At the very least, he might spare you when he does something.” Giada shrugged casually.

This was also why she gathered and contacted the other two Primogenitors again.

After all, they’d been friends for thousands of years. At the very least, Giada didn’t want them standing on opposing sides or dying senselessly amidst the waves of history.

Aslan’s goal was clear: to trigger a Historical Transition Period to gain achievements.

In the turning wheel of history, even Primogenitors might not benefit. Aslan wasn’t aiming for something small but a wave of the era comparable to the Cleansing.

After a brief silence, Juranbarada sighed. “How much time is left? Will it affect this world’s order?”

“Old man, you really have a strong sense of responsibility.” Giada understood that Juranbarada was planning to prepare in advance for the massive wave Aslan would stir.

This man was like that in the past as a Deva, bearing a strong sense of responsibility for no reason. Even now, he created the Sanctuary Treaty, ending the long war in this world and restoring peace. He likely didn’t want to see the tragedy of the Cleansing war repeat on the continent.

“I don’t know. I can confirm that guy isn’t someone afraid of the world not being chaotic enough.”

“I understand your meaning.” Juranbarada sighed, as if trying to let go of his complex emotions. “We’ll cooperate with the newly born Fourth Primogenitor and provide him with conveniences.”

“As for the data and Matrices he needs, we’ll have someone deliver them to him.”

Giada’s words now had a clear purpose: to invite them and advise them not to cause trouble and to facilitate Aslan.

If possible, Giada even hoped they could gain a share of the Historical Transition Period Aslan would trigger. But that might just be wishful thinking.

“Thank you, old man.” Giada waved her hand, a very casual gesture of thanks. But as comrades who’d fought together for thousands of years, this thank you carried deep weight.

“If there’s a chance, let’s meet again in Little Garden.”

“Yes, if there’s a chance.”

In the Whispering Garden, the three figures vanished from the central seats. The garden fell completely silent.

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In the Campus Area, at Natsuki’s villa.

Aslan held a glass of black tea, sitting on a white cloth sofa, crossing his legs, and gazing at the ocean view outside the window.

Taking a sip, he swirled the teacup and said with slight disgust, “Adding brandy to black tea—what kind of magic is this, Natsuki-chan?”

“We’re adults, so don’t complain about alcohol.” Natsuki, sitting across from him, snorted, then closed one eye and lightly sipped her black tea.

“Looks like your Matrix package will arrive soon. When will you pick it up?”

Hearing this, Aslan smiled, set the teacup on the table, and said, “Natsuki-chan, peeking at others’ privacy isn’t a good habit.”

“Then get a SIM card with your own identity, Mr. Aslan.” Natsuki rolled her eyes speechlessly. She didn’t even want to say more.

Did he really think she didn’t notice he used her phone to play games with Asagi? And even made in-app purchases! A good student, suddenly turned into an internet-addicted gaming girl.

Did Aslan really treat her phone as his own?

“Give me back my phone. Don’t I need to use it too?” Natsuki quickly snatched the phone from Aslan’s hand, then forcibly shoved a new phone with a SIM card into his hand.

Living in modern society was inconvenient without a phone, especially since she had many responsibilities. She was a teacher, a national Attack Mage, the head instructor of Attack Mages on Itogami Island, and Aslan’s secretary. She couldn’t do without a convenient communication tool.