Little Garden 111-115

Title: Too Many Two-Digit

“So, what’s our main business direction? And how do we specifically divide the personnel?”

With Merlin’s help, Aishelia, who had quickly set up a makeshift community, was reinvigorated.

She began asking Aslan about his business ideas for Umbrella Corporation.

“The business focuses on biomedicine, including breeding familiars, purifying blood, and creating medicines suitable for Little Garden.”

“As for personnel, that can be handled with Homunculus.”

Though Magecraft in Type-Moon wasn’t particularly strong in terms of destructive power, it excelled in functionality.

Before leaving, Aslan had plundered techniques from the Three Founding Families of the Holy Grail and the Clock Tower.

Naturally, this included the Einzbern family’s Homunculus technology and the Greater Grail’s knowledge transfer technology.

Combining these two technologies allowed Aslan to quickly recruit a group of high-quality staff.

Aside from issues with combat strength and emotions, there were no other problems.

To ensure the latent properties of the Blacklight Virus and accelerate its spread, Aslan specifically sought help from his ever-present “granny.”

The Mother of Evil Gods, after all, was an experienced Two-Digit entity. Though she now lacked much power, her knowledge and experience remained top-tier.

With her assistance, the Blacklight Virus and other viruses’ functions and structures were transformed into a bloodline life system tree.

It had the effect of purifying life factors and accelerating the evolution of life to a higher level within the system tree.

Moreover, the southern region was dominated by Phantasmal Beasts, which would surely help Aslan collect various life factors from Phantasmal Beasts and other creatures while becoming a hit.

This would speed up the evolution of the Last Trial of Mankind, Angra Mainyu.

Those who received the virus’s growth and evolution acceleration would become hosts for future viral plagues in Little Garden.

“Alright.”

Aishelia said with a strange feeling. This was her first time leading Homunculus.

This meant that in managing this community, she had absolute leadership. No relatives or heirs would get in her way.

She didn’t need to deal with orders from higher gods or subordinates, nor think about internal community conflicts or salary issues?

This… this was truly wonderful.

She had never had such a beautiful start.

Honestly, her time as Perseus’ leader was the worst experience in her 1,600 years of life.

Above, there were elders and gods giving orders. Below, there were heirs and relatives obstructing her. Add to that the long-standing grudges, conflicts, and deceit within the community.

That’s why Perseus had a strong foundation and unique industries—otherwise, they’d have gone bankrupt long ago.

Then Aslan brought out the Homunculus he had prepared at Ouroboros’ headquarters.

Aslan didn’t waste time naming these Homunculus. They were almost all numbered, and he deliberately removed their sexual characteristics and emotional centers.

When creating them, he also added viral genetic sequences to their embryos to ensure his control over them.

After all, these Homunculus were tools, not even considered human, so he made them fully tools.

This maximized the reduction of emotional waste.

However, for aesthetics, the Homunculus’s bodies were still well-crafted, though their faces had clear non-human traits.

“Hmm? You’re really planning to do something serious?”

Seeing these Homunculus, Aishelia took Aslan seriously for the first time. Few people forcibly removed emotions and sexual characteristics from Homunculus.

She had seen auctions for doll-like Homunculus, but what Aslan did was somewhat beyond her expectations.

“Of course. I came to Little Garden to do big things!”

Aslan shrugged and said. If he didn’t do something big, how could he justify his trip to Little Garden?

Then he continued discussing various cooperation and management details with Aishelia. As for Merlin, she had already slipped away.

Was he worried this cooperation would be exposed? Of course not—there was nothing to worry about.

The three of them were each probing the depths of Ouroboros, trying to see how big this snake, which had just shown its tail, really was.

Was it a small snake or Jörmungandr?

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On the other side, at a small river in the upper layer of Heaven.

On the shoulder of a young man in a straw hat fishing by the riverbank, a one-eyed crow had appeared at some point.

The crow tilted its head, looking left and right, as if searching for something.

Suddenly, its eyes narrowed, and it turned to meet the gaze of the straw-hat young man holding the fishing rod.

The crow suddenly cawed.

“Caw! Caw! Caw!”

“Those three troublemakers have been dealt with?”

The young man laughed, turning to show a friendly smile.

“What do you think we should do with those three?”

The crow paused, then cawed again.

“Caw caw, caw caw caw, caw caw!!”

“You mean they’re not causing trouble but instead setting up an Umbrella community? What’s that about?”

Krishna squinted, thought for a moment, then laughed.

“Whatever, let them be.”

“I just don’t know how much longer I can control this snake.”

“What a headache.”

One Athena, one Halloween Queen, and one Mother of Evil Gods whose life or death was unclear.

Even Krishna found it tough. None of the three were easy to deal with. Or rather, if any one of them caught the snake’s tail, it would be exposed.

Though the first two had cooperated with the snake before, cooperation was one thing—being caught and investigated was another.

The Mother of Evil Gods too.

Why wasn’t she completely dead?

She was gravely injured by End Emptiness but still managed to crawl out of the grave.

Why couldn’t she die completely like Ouranos?

Krishna sighed. Even as a Two-Digit, moving on Little Garden’s stage was difficult.

“For now, we’d better focus on Highness.”

A rare relieved smile appeared on Krishna’s face. The savior was finally about to be born.

It was worth all his efforts.

“Oh, and since they want to run a community, let’s use that place as an Ouroboros branch and give them executive status.”

“Caw caw.”

After cawing twice, the one-eyed crow flapped its wings and flew off to deliver Krishna’s orders.

After all, he was just a forced ally. If he could, who would want to dive into this mess?

Krishna shook his head helplessly and continued fishing.

Though he was a Two-Digit, he didn’t fully understand Little Garden’s current situation.

On Little Garden’s small chessboard, so many players were preparing to make their moves.

A tiny Little Garden—how could it accommodate so many players?

There were still too many Two-Digit levels in Little Garden.

Ouroboros alone had five… no, six? Or seven, or even more Two-Digit pawns.

Not to mention other unknown old-timers who also wanted to meddle.

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On the other side, after interacting with Aishelia, Aslan happily became a carefree CEO and returned to No Name.

“Finally, I’ve completed the most basic setup.”

Aslan kicked off his shoes onto the floor and collapsed onto the bed limply.

He had reached an agreement with the Halloween Queen, the Mother of Evil Gods had appeared, and he had already spoken with Shiroyasha. Preparations to strengthen the Spirit Status of the Last Trial of Mankind were complete.

He had also successfully infiltrated Ouroboros.

Good grief, this was only his second day in Little Garden.

Aslan somehow felt he was truly capable.

“Master, there’s a guest.”

As Aslan lay on the bed contemplating life, Leticia’s voice came from outside the door.

“No, let me rest for a bit.”

Aslan’s lazy voice echoed from his room, reaching Leticia, who was wearing a blue-and-white maid outfit.

Without a word, Leticia opened the door and entered without hesitation.

In fact, she had been waiting outside Aslan’s door for nearly two hours.

But Aslan hadn’t returned.

Only those with Boundary Divinity could appear and disappear at will, right?

“Sorry to disturb your rest, Master, but Lady Scathach has been waiting in the lounge for two hours.”

Leticia stood by Aslan’s bedside, looking at him as he buried his head in the pillow, trying to escape.

“Hah, just how scared is the Halloween Queen that I’ll run off?”

Aslan sighed, looked at Leticia, and pulled her into his arms.

Smelling Leticia’s pure rose-and-lily scent, Aslan felt more relaxed.

Leticia seemed to sense Aslan’s exhaustion, so she didn’t resist and let him hold her like that.

It seemed that, out of sight, Aslan had accumulated a lot of stress.

“Done, Master? If you keep this up, I’ll call Miss Karyou.”

A few minutes later, feeling Aslan’s hands getting a bit naughty, Leticia’s expression darkened slightly.

“Hmm, much better. As expected, only hugging a beautiful girl can make me recover at max speed.”

Aslan stretched and said.

Honestly, Leticia’s touch was amazing, and her scent brought peace.

“Alright, let’s go.”

After tidying his clothes, Aslan prepared to receive the reward promised by the Halloween Queen.

Namely, the Principle of Creation he earned with one promise, plus his hard work for the Halloween Queen.

And, of course, Scathach, who would soon become his teacher.

As for Avalon, after seeing it and interacting with Merlin, Aslan had deep doubts about its future reliability. Could Avalon really be depended on?

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Title: A World with True Mythological Existence

“Wow, you finally showed up.”

A woman wearing a snug maid outfit that accentuated her graceful figure, with bluish-purple hair braided into a charming wife-like style, spoke with surprise.

“I thought you’d keep hiding in your room.”

Scathach said in a teasing tone.

She crossed her legs. The tight maid outfit, combined with her tall and captivating figure, already highlighted her curves, and this gesture further showcased her body to the fullest.

(Such a captivating woman.) Aslan praised inwardly.

“I did want to stay in my room, but the moment I remembered Shishou was waiting outside, I got fired up.”

Aslan gazed at her, casually sitting in the main chair.

“No choice, I couldn’t let Shishou wait any longer.”

Aslan hadn’t expected Scathach to arrive so quickly. He had only stepped out briefly to join Ouroboros and discuss Umbrella’s business direction with Aishelia.

Yet when he returned, Scathach was already waiting here.

“Kurousagi, bring some tea. Don’t let Shishou wait with nothing.”

Aslan reminded. Kurousagi clearly hadn’t recovered from Aslan calling Scathach his teacher.

Though Scathach was the Halloween Queen’s maid, she was also her deputy.

If the Halloween Queen ruled the day, the night after sunset belonged to Scathach.

In a sense, Scathach’s status was equal to the Halloween Queen’s.

Back in Arcadia, only Canaria had been a disciple of the Halloween Queen.

Now, would No Name finally have another figure comparable to Canaria?

And calling her Shishou so familiarly, not Sensei—Kurousagi genuinely felt happy for Aslan.

“Alright.”

Kurousagi hopped off to fetch a teapot and brew tea.

“Alright, Kurousagi’s gone. Just say what you want to say.”

Aslan leaned back lazily on the sofa, lifting his eyelids sluggishly and addressing Scathach.

He didn’t think Scathach’s swift arrival meant good news—more likely, it was a prank from the Halloween Queen seeking amusement.

Seeing Aslan like this, Scathach didn’t mind much. She chuckled softly and said, “The Queen sent me to ask when you plan to take over as Avalon’s leader.”

“So soon?”

Aslan couldn’t help but click his tongue. He hadn’t even finished his business with Shiroyasha and No Name.

Once he went to Avalon, given Merlin’s laziness, there were bound to be piles of unresolved matters.

When he got there, he’d surely be swamped.

“Whether it’s soon or not depends on the Queen.”

Scathach lifted her teacup, took a sip, and said. She wasn’t in a rush—she was just following orders.

As for the Queen’s thoughts? Who could guess them?

“That’s true.”

Aslan nodded in agreement, then clapped his hands.

“Leticia, call Lia in.”

This was the only person Aslan brought from Type-Moon. After bringing her, he asked Leticia to help look after her.

Artoria now had some understanding of Little Garden’s situation.

“Master? What’s up?”

Artoria stood beside Aslan, asking in confusion, also addressing Scathach, the true Queen of the Land of Shadows.

This wasn’t her first time meeting Scathach. When Scathach first arrived at No Name, she had questioned Artoria’s identity as if checking a family registry.

However, out of caution, Artoria hadn’t answered anything.

“Nothing much. I just wanted to ask if you’re interested in taking my place as Avalon’s leader and being my shadow.”

Aslan glanced at Scathach. He was certain Scathach could see Artoria’s origins.

Artoria came from a world where Britannia truly existed in human history.

As we know, Little Garden and human history have a reciprocal observation relationship. Little Garden observes human history to gain Spirit Status, merits, and Gifts.

Human history observes Little Garden to preview its future, guiding the direction of human history.

The history of Little Garden observed by human history forms myths within human history, also known as the history of gods.

But myths formed by human history observing Little Garden ultimately don’t truly happen in human history.

Or rather, worlds with true mythological existence are only a tiny fraction of the millions of worlds observed by Little Garden.

Each time a world with true mythology is observed, it causes a profound impact on Little Garden, shaking the Spirit Status of countless gods and Buddhas.

The gods and Buddhas in Little Garden have a love-hate relationship with such worlds. They love them because mythological worlds can easily bring new possibilities to their Spirit Status.

They hate them because the impact of observing such worlds is too vast and far-reaching. After all, no one wants to suddenly have a husband, wife, or father in their Spirit Status or become a shadow of a god.

True mythology’s impact on the Spirit Status of gods and Buddhas is comparable to the impact of an era’s development.

It can even revive long-lost Pantheons, showing how valuable they are.

However, in Little Garden’s historical records, worlds with true mythological existence are few. There are only a handful of observation records from the chaotic early period.

Now, even unobserved worlds are rare, let alone those with true mythology.

At least, the Halloween Queen had searched for so long in the field of observation but hadn’t found a world with true mythology.

Now, seeing Artoria, Scathach was increasingly certain of one thing: Aslan truly possessed an unobserved world with mythological existence.

It might have been a guess before, but now it was confirmed.

This also explained where Aslan’s Holy Sword came from. Was it a Gift naturally formed from a mythological world?

Even Scathach had to praise Aslan’s luck.

His first observation found an apocalyptic world and the existence of a Last Trial of Mankind. He completed the salvation, surpassed the Last Trial, and earned enough merit to become Two-Digit.

His second observation found a mythological world with true mythology. Such worlds would tempt even Two-Digit entities. Once observed, they could bring new possibilities to their Spirit Status.

Especially for the Halloween Queen, whose Nordic, Canaanite, and Celtic Pantheon foundations were nearly destroyed due to Dystopia.

Only a sliver remained, almost entirely cutting off the Halloween Queen’s chances of advancing further.

Even the Legend of King Arthur was created by the Halloween Queen at great cost, inviting countless poets to influence human history and attempt to rebuild the Celtic Pantheon’s foundation.

As for the result… it failed, of course. Or rather, it almost succeeded.

Dystopia was both the cause of success and failure. Avalon did gather enough merit fighting Dystopia, but it was also defeated by Dystopia and immediately destroyed.

Otherwise, Avalon could have risen to become a Pantheon, serving as the new Celtic foundation.

But if there was a world with true mythology? The Halloween Queen wouldn’t need to painstakingly gather Avalon’s merits to elevate it to a Pantheon.

After all, as long as they were gods or Buddhas, they would be drawn to Little Garden and converge upon observation.

Those with the same name would be treated as avatars and merged with their original forms, bringing new possibilities to those forms. Gods not recorded in Little Garden or already dead would return.

This meant that as long as a Celtic Pantheon worldview existed in that world, observation would repair the Celtic Pantheon’s foundation.

It wasn’t impossible for the Halloween Queen to advance further.

All this depended on the fact that the world truly had mythology, unlike most worlds observed by Little Garden—ordinary, no-magic worlds with no anomalies.

According to statistics from the Heavenly Army and Thousand Eyes, the number of worlds observed by Little Garden exceeds hundreds of millions, not including parallel worlds within each.

Among so many worlds, anomalous worlds are one in a hundred million. High-magic worlds with mythology are even rarer.

Their numbers are minuscule. Almost every time such a world is observed, Little Garden gains at least one new Pantheon.

Or rather, aside from the Zoroastrian and Greek Pantheons, nearly all Pantheons came to Little Garden this way.

For example, the renowned Chinese Pantheon.

But those were issues from the dawn of time.

As for now, Scathach had no memory of any observed mythological worlds.

This seemed like an opportunity.

Scathach suddenly understood why the Halloween Queen was so eager to hand over the Principle of Creation.

The Halloween Queen wasn’t losing anything.

Repairing a Pantheon’s foundation, gaining the chance to advance further, and possibly even obtaining Another Cosmology—it couldn’t compare to a Principle of Creation.

“The Avalon Knights in Little Garden? The Knights of the Round Table?”

Artoria hesitated for a moment, thought, then nodded.

“Master, I’m fine with it, but I’m just a substitute.”

Artoria puffed out her cheeks, reminding Aslan that she didn’t have abilities as strong as his.

She could only be his shadow.

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Title: Principle of Creation from World Dragon Kurma

“Relax, I know that. I’m just too lazy to manage it.”

Aslan waved his hand casually. He didn’t want to be a full-time leader; he just wanted to be a carefree CEO.

As for community matters? He’d handle the big stuff and only check on the small, insignificant things.

In the Little Garden community, a leader didn’t need to be responsible for governance. A leader only needed enough power to make others submit.

Simply put, Little Garden relied on strength.

Seeing this, Scathach only smiled and said nothing more.

She had no right to interfere in Aslan’s personal life or how he managed Avalon.

After all, Aslan, who inherited Arthur’s Divinity, was the true leader of Avalon.

However, she wouldn’t bear the consequences of Aslan’s actions either.

“Oh, by the way, don’t forget to come to the Land of Shadows tonight to receive my guidance.”

Scathach seemed to recall something. She looked at Aslan’s eyes with excitement.

Aslan could see the sadistic gleam practically overflowing from Scathach.

“Why at night?”

For some reason, a bad premonition enveloped his heart. He felt he was about to suffer again.

“Of course, because the Land of Shadows only appears at night.”

Scathach casually picked up a piece of fruit and popped it into her mouth, speaking nonchalantly.

Since Aslan had decided to work under the Halloween Queen and the White Night Demon Lord, wasn’t it reasonable to divide his time?

Now that she was Aslan’s teacher, it was fine if Aslan belonged to Shiroyasha during the day and to her at night, right?

For someone as talented as Aslan, rest and such things were unimportant.

“…Is this the consequence?”

Aslan felt a bit regretful. Even his nighttime rest was being taken away.

“Don’t worry, it won’t affect your normal life.”

Scathach said with schadenfreude. She could clearly see Aslan’s discomfort.

“Why does it feel like I’m suffering more and more?”

Aslan sighed. He never expected that one day he’d truly experience the same treatment as King Arthur.

Even at night, when he was supposed to rest, he still had to train and study. The only difference was that Arthur trained in dreams, while Aslan trained in the Land of Shadows.

It felt like the Halloween Queen was deliberately pressuring him, just to break him and find amusement.

“You say you’re suffering, but this treatment is something many people can’t even dream of.”

Scathach laughed, looking at him and sighing.

She could only say that today’s young people were truly remarkable. With Aslan’s current accumulation, he was already strong enough to reach Three-Digit level.

Behind him, he had at least the Halloween Queen and the White Night Demon Lord supporting him.

But how long had Aslan been in Little Garden? What digit was he when he arrived?

Who would’ve thought that someone who’d been in Little Garden for less than a few months already had the initial ability to shake things up?

Thinking of this, Scathach stood up and patted Aslan’s shoulder.

“Work hard. Gaining a foothold in Little Garden isn’t easy.”

“Little Garden now doesn’t have time for you to waste. If Canaria and the others were still here, things would be better. They could’ve protected you for a while.”

Scathach couldn’t help but complain.

“Never learn from someone brainless. They can’t even hide their weaknesses or turn the tables.”

Hearing this, Aslan knew she was talking about Shiroyasha.

Even Scathach didn’t understand how Shiroyasha ended up like that.

If Shiroyasha had even one percent of Canaria’s intelligence, she wouldn’t have ended up in this state.

Even now, she couldn’t reclaim her power and had to be monitored to move freely.

But behind Aslan was the Halloween Queen. If needed, she could turn the tables directly. At the very least, the Halloween Queen would act because of Aslan’s potential.

“Hmm…”

Aslan paused for a moment, then nodded slightly, showing a shy smile like a teenager.

“In that case, please don’t worry. I won’t hesitate to turn the tables when the time comes.”

Aslan didn’t know much else, but when it came to turning the tables, he had some confidence.

“Ho, that’s an interesting way to talk.”

Scathach laughed. She was a bit curious about how Aslan would turn the tables.

Then she prepared to leave. But after taking a few steps, she stopped and said in a teasing tone.

“Almost forgot. I’m warning you in advance: Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen are very possessive beings, so next time, don’t pull tricks like this again.”

Hearing this, Aslan raised an eyebrow.

“Hmm… I’ll be more careful next time.”

“Just make sure you are.”

Scathach said so, but her body gradually vanished in front of Aslan.

Seeing this, Aslan’s eyes went blank for a moment. Then he reached out, popped the remaining fruit into his mouth, and muttered.

“As expected, I was warned? But I’ve been keeping my boundaries well.”

Although the Halloween Queen and Shiroyasha had many conflicts, they hadn’t reached an irreconcilable point.

At the very least, there was still room to maneuver.

After all, the Halloween Queen had invested heavily in him.

If nothing else, it was time to look at the Principle of Creation that the Halloween Queen had given him.

This was also Scathach’s true purpose for coming to No Name. Everything else was secondary.

Only a precious resource like the Principle of Creation would make Scathach personally deliver it.

Aslan looked at the golden, glowing Gift Card that had somehow appeared in his hand and slightly closed his eyes.

After closing his eyes, he felt himself appear in a void, an endless chaos and darkness.

This was a place beyond the infinite world, where time, space, and even concepts didn’t exist.

In this empty place, Aslan saw a dragon, a colossal dragon indescribable with words.

Even endless rivers of stars were tiny beside it. Planets and galaxies weren’t worth mentioning.

Perhaps only a universe could compare to it?

(Wait, what’s that?)

Aslan couldn’t help but widen his eyes. What did he see on the dragon’s back?

Was that a universe? No? It wasn’t just a universe—it was countless overlapping spaces and times. It was a world, a complete world with countless parallel universes.

Seeing this, Aslan understood its identity. It was the World Dragon Kurma, one of the seventeen Full Authority Domains (Two-Digit Level).

This was the world creation process of the World Dragon Kurma, and also the Principle of Creation given to him by the Halloween Queen.

It allowed him to witness the entire world creation process of the World Dragon from the Halloween Queen’s perspective.

Aslan kept watching, observing the creation process of the World Dragon Kurma.

Though he couldn’t yet comprehend it, his instincts compelled him to keep watching.

Aslan was now in a strange state. His mind hadn’t learned it, but his body’s instincts had already grasped it.

He couldn’t understand it, but he could strangely do it with ease.

Then the world dragon shed its shell, transforming into the primordial point of the world it created—or rather, the earliest heaven and earth.

The heavens began to rise, the earth began to shrink and break, turning into cosmic dust.

Matter began to form, stars were ignited, and gravity began to spin.

Finally, a complete universe was formed.

The entire world’s time seemed to accelerate. It gradually expanded from a single point into a real world.

In the end, the world dragon took a scale from its body and cast it down as the starting point for the birth of life.

And it seemed this wasn’t over yet.

(The sound of water? Where’s the sound of flowing water coming from?)

Aslan only then realized that, at some point, the entire newly created universe had fallen into a river.

Or rather, this river was part of the universe. With the birth of life, countless river branches began to appear.

Was this the River of Time? Or different worldlines?

As Aslan pondered, the creation process ended.

However, the golden Gift Card in his hand still shone brightly. It didn’t seem to be a one-time use?

Aslan felt that if he wanted, he could keep watching.

But feeling his slightly swollen brain, Aslan restrained himself from continuing.

The amount of information contained in the Principle of Creation was too vast. He still couldn’t fully handle it.

He needed to rest a bit before continuing.

He didn’t return empty-handed either.

Aslan slightly raised his hand, squinted his eyes, and let his power flow according to his instincts.

“Heaven! Earth!”

Moments later, a silhouette like a turtle shell appeared in his hand.

A turtle shell? More accurately, a sky like a pot lid, covering the earth in his hand.

“A flat world with a round sky and square earth?”

Aslan sensed what kind of world he could create now. Creating a universe was still too difficult for him.

He could only create a mini-world in the shape of a round sky and square earth, about the size of a city.

Rather than a world, Aslan felt it was more fitting to call it a plane.

He wasn’t even sure if life could be born within it.

Then he compressed the mini-world he had just created into a land card and stored it.

“Central Core, check my Spirit Status.”

【Spirit Status: Planeswalker (???) Four-Digit】
【Core Authority: Authority of Creation (??)】
【Evaluation: Incomprehensible, unknown potential, highly recommended for deep development.】

Seeing the evaluation from Little Garden’s Central Core, Aslan couldn’t help but laugh.

“It seems this world creation power is useful for you too.”

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Title: Which Indian Version of the World Is This?

“Wait a moment. By the way, didn’t Kurma create a world? What’s the state of that world now?”

Thinking about this, Aslan immediately got excited.

Although the world creation process was extremely beneficial to him, merely witnessing the initial stages of creation left him feeling unsatisfied.

What happened after the world was created? How did that world operate? If the world’s rules had bugs, how could they be fixed?

Aslan was genuinely curious about this.

“So, can this Principle of Creation serve as coordinates?”

Aslan squinted, trying to determine it. However, since he had observed the creation process from the Halloween Queen’s perspective rather than experiencing it himself, pinpointing it was quite challenging.

“Absolutely impossible.”

After several attempts, Aslan could only give up. After all, he had no way to locate that world.

But he wasn’t surprised. How could a world created by the World Dragon Kurma be easily accessed by others?

Even if the Halloween Queen told Aslan she didn’t have the coordinates to that world, he wouldn’t be shocked.

“Wait, there might be another way.”

Aslan rubbed his chin. He suddenly came up with a brilliant idea.

Since he had witnessed the entire creation process of Kurma’s world, could he replicate that process?

Could he create a small world similar to that one and use the principles of self-siphoning and convergence from the larger world to the smaller one as a compass to reach that world?

“But creating a similar world is a bit difficult.”

Still, with the intent to try, Aslan attempted to replicate a process similar to the World Dragon’s world creation.

But he failed more often than not.

After several failures, Aslan realized the main issue.

The problem wasn’t the creation process itself but the fact that Kurma was the one who created the world.

A Two-Digit level entity would spontaneously connect to all worlds.

Aslan had applied the principle of convergence to the wrong target.

Realizing this, he stopped his attempts.

“Central Core, activate maximum-level shielding.”

Aslan snapped his fingers, then found a turtle and named it Kurma.

This was why he was willing to spend merits to protect Little Garden’s Central Core.

After all, in Little Garden, Two-Digit level entities would react just to their names being called.

Even Three-Digit level entities couldn’t avoid this. They would be sensed by Two-Digit entities.

Especially in Aslan’s case, giving their names to another creature could be considered an insult.

If a Two-Digit entity didn’t immediately kill Aslan, that would mean they had a good temperament.

But Aslan wasn’t panicked at all. After all, Little Garden’s Central Core was his greatest “backer.” As long as he had enough merits, the Central Core would be highly reliable.

Although Type-Moon hadn’t completed its observations, the concepts Aslan brought to Little Garden that didn’t previously exist had provided new information, earning him a small amount of merit.

Though it was minimal, it was enough to protect himself for a few minutes.

After granting the turtle a bit of Spirit Status, Aslan controlled it to begin creating a world.

He created a world the size of a room. As for the turtle, it naturally transformed itself into everything, providing the initial material for this world.

Finally, Aslan cast this world into the void outside Little Garden, letting it drift freely.

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On the other side, in an unknown space, a dragon-turtle with scales the size of galaxies opened its eyes.

“For some reason, I feel extremely nauseated.”

Though it was sleeping, the nausea forcibly woke it up.

The feeling was as if someone was cursing it in its ear. The other party even gave its name to a tiny turtle to make it feel sick.

“Who dares make me feel this nauseated?”

“I’m really angry!”

Kurma, whose size surpassed even a universe, shrank its body, transforming into a petite girl wearing a golden robe.

However, the expression on this petite girl’s delicate face was extremely displeased, her cheeks puffed up from some unknown irritation.

“Just wait until I find you. I’ll definitely teach you a lesson!”

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On the other side, Aslan happily observed the small world floating in the void with a smile on his face.

After all, he had asked Little Garden’s Central Core to erase all his traces. Even if he might have offended the World Dragon, it wasn’t a big deal. How could a mere Four-Digit like him dare—or even have the ability—to offend a World Dragon?

Yet, for some reason, Aslan felt a chill down his spine.

“I should do things like this less often in the future.”

Even though Little Garden’s Central Core was very secure, what if the other party could bypass it?

Who knew what a Two-Digit level entity was capable of?

Due to spontaneous convergence, combined with the absence of time and space in the void, moments later, the compass-like world Aslan created led him directly to the world created by Kurma.

“Ugh, such a strong stench of finality.”

Aslan couldn’t help but fan his nose, hoping to breathe fresh air.

But it didn’t help much. After all, how could the stench of finality be avoided by merely fanning the air?

“This smell is even worse than when I encountered the Winds of Decadence back then.”

As a natural Creator God, Aslan had an innate disgust for the stench of finality. He would be happy for the birth of a world.

But he would also be saddened by a world approaching its end, and he hated all endings.

“Is this world about to collapse?”

Aslan revealed the truth of this world. Even the Land of Steel never had such a strong sense of despairing finality.

A sadness from nowhere flooded his heart. It was as if this world was pleading for his help.

Unfortunately, if this world were only the size of a planet, Aslan might still be able to save it.

But this world was the size of a universe, and Aslan had no way to deal with it.

He was powerless.

However, Aslan quickly adjusted his emotions to avoid being influenced by this world’s end.

The next moment, after creating a new planeswalker card unlinked to his previous identity, Aslan descended to the only place with life in this world.

That was the planet transformed by Kurma’s scale.

With one step, Aslan arrived in a forest beyond imagination, where giant cedar trees hundreds of meters tall grew everywhere.

Under the sky-blocking forest, it was extremely dark. He could only rely on the rare sunlight filtering through the leaves to identify routes and directions.

Following traces of human civilization, Aslan walked step by step. At a glance, it might seem slow and leisurely.

But upon closer inspection, Aslan crossed hundreds or even thousands of meters in the blink of an eye.

The forest wasn’t small, but he quickly emerged from it.

He arrived at the largest city on this planet. Aslan’s first impression of the city was filthy.

Filth was visible everywhere on the roadside. Aslan even saw someone drop their pants and defecate on the street.

“Where am I? Why does it feel like I’m in India?”

Aslan couldn’t help but complain. Especially when he saw the dirty roadside stalls. They didn’t even use utensils—everything was done by hand.

Aslan even saw insects accidentally fly into the food, but they didn’t care and kept cooking. The people eating didn’t care either, shoving it straight into their mouths.

“Alright, I can shake off that feeling. I’m definitely in India now.”

The corner of his mouth twitched. He covered his nose in disgust and said.

How could he judge this city? Aslan didn’t know how to evaluate it. In a short time, he witnessed street rapes, robberies, scams, con artists, and Brahmin oppression of lower castes…

After thinking of many words, Aslan could only come up with one to describe this scene.

India. Yes, India. Even Gotham wasn’t enough to describe this scene.

It was like a real-life depiction of the India portrayed on the internet before Aslan crossed over.

Too chaotic, too dirty, too bad.

Especially the rape he saw earlier—the rapist even became the target of others.

Aslan only felt this scene was painful to the eyes. This world was utterly “Indian.”

He even saw temple statues being destroyed and politicians rising to power through elections.

This was truly a real India.

In this filthy and chaotic city, a little girl going out to buy food caught Aslan’s attention.

The main reason wasn’t anything else but the fact that the girl was abnormally clean and neat. And Aslan saw a Spirit Status on her.

Although every living being has a Spirit Status, in Little Garden, Spirit Status is granted by the Central Core or by others.

In this world created by Kurma, who would grant her a Spirit Status? Besides the World Dragon Kurma, Aslan couldn’t guess anyone else.

“Interesting. I feel like I’ve stumbled upon an important plan.”

Aslan rubbed his chin. Without any hesitation, he followed the little girl.

He followed her back to her home.

After the girl returned home, she couldn’t help but show a happy smile from the depths of her heart.

“Rin, you’re back.”

A pregnant woman reached out to take the vegetables from the girl named Rin.

But the girl nimbly dodged.

“Goodness, your little brother will be born soon. Why isn’t Mom resting properly?”

The little girl puffed out her cheeks angrily, scolding her mother.

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Title: The Savior Who Did Not Wish to Be Born

Seeing the pregnant woman’s belly about to give birth, Aslan showed an understanding smile.

“So it’s him.”

Aslan thought he might know which world he had come to and why this city felt so strange.

“Kalki A. Vishnuyasha.”

Aslan sighed, muttering softly.

The moves of the Sun King Group and Ouroboros were immense. They had even created an entire world just for Kalki’s birth.

Was this the treatment a savior and Candidate of Origin from the divine side should receive?

This treatment was too extravagant, wasn’t it?

Yet, despite its extravagance, Aslan wasn’t the least bit interested.

After all, he had no desire to be treated like that, constantly toyed with by gods and buddhas until death from the moment of his birth.

He could be a spoiler, but he didn’t want to be a pawn played to death by others.

Looking at Kalki, Aslan could only show pitying eyes.

Since birth, Kalki was tightly guarded by four Full Authority Domains (Two-Digit Level).

Even now, Aslan felt the urge to flee.

This time, he had truly seen something extraordinary, something he shouldn’t have known.

“Wait, can you not leave?”

As Aslan prepared to escape, a crisp voice rang in his ears.

“My friend, I’m sweating.”

Aslan’s movements froze. Had he been caught? He shouldn’t have been. He had hidden himself perfectly using Spatial Divinity.

If he had been discovered by a Two-Digit Level, he wouldn’t be able to stand here at all.

Aslan paused, and the crisp voice spoke again.

“Senior, can you tell me what the outside world is like?”

Kalki’s voice carried a beautiful hope for the future, tinged with a trace of suffering from not wanting to be born.

He was acutely aware of his fate and responsibilities as a savior. From birth, he would bear the duty to save the world and begin his efforts.

But for now, it seemed he hadn’t yet reached the time of his birth.

“Senior?”

Aslan was slightly startled but also relieved. Fortunately, it wasn’t them who had caught him—it was Kalki.

Though he didn’t know why Kalki called him senior, in a sense, Kalki wasn’t wrong.

After all, Aslan had once been a savior. But he was a savior of the past, not like Kalki, who was born with the mission to save the world.

Aslan was called a savior because he had saved the world and earned merit, while Kalki was born as a savior.

Before saving the world, Kalki was the Son of Fortune, the Son of Destiny. Countless powers and fates would push him to grow.

If Little Garden weren’t still far from its true end, Kalki would have been born as a Two-Digit Level, and not a weak one among them.

But now, Kalki was truly pitiable.

Born with the mission to save the world, yet that world was destroyed because of him.

Like a crow, meant to be a bird of fortune foretelling disaster, but because disaster arrived with it, it became a symbol of calamity.

Kalki was like that now. Ouroboros caused Arcadia to fail in conquering Absolute Evil, destroying Arcadia and pushing this world toward its end.

All of it was just to bring about the birth of the savior, Kalki.

It was hard to say whether Kalki was a savior or the trigger that destroyed the world.

“Since you call me senior, I won’t hide anything from you,” Aslan said casually.

After all, Kalki would learn this information after being born and arriving at Little Garden.

Telling him now wouldn’t change anything.

“The outside world is gradually heading toward its end.”

As for the reason, Aslan could guess.

The Hindu worldview is divided into four eras: the Golden Age, Silver Age, Bronze Age, and Iron Age.

The Iron Age, also known as Kali Yuga, is an era of declining morality, frequent conflicts, the pursuit of material wealth over spiritual values, neglected knowledge and wisdom, social injustice, and increasing environmental destruction.

The Iron Age symbolizes the end. In this era, everything will conclude and transition into the next.

But if it were that simple, Little Garden wouldn’t have birthed the Last Trial of Mankind named Kali Yuga.

This world was a preview of these four eras. Aslan understood why the outside world felt so “Indian” now.

Because this world was in the Iron Age.

It stood at the crossroads of the world’s end and the birth of a new era.

Even Two-Digit Levels couldn’t create a truly perfect world.

That’s why a savior had to emerge.

Of course, this was just Aslan’s guess. As for the true reason, he couldn’t be certain, nor could he reveal it.

The Sun King Group’s true pursuit—Lord Vishnu as the Preserver.

“I see,” Kalki said after a brief silence, then made a decision.

But how much of that decision was free from manipulation?

“Well then, I can only wish you luck, Kalki.”

Aslan knew he’d better not get too involved. What if he was caught outright?

“Thank you, Senior, for helping me decide.”

Kalki sincerely thanked Aslan. Though deeply reluctant, he didn’t want to be born.

But for this world, a world nearing its end, he had to step forward.

Even knowing that after his birth, he’d be toyed with until death.

But what else could he do? He was the savior, wasn’t he? He didn’t want this world to crumble and meet its end.

He didn’t want any world to meet its end.

Even though he knew that after his birth, nothing would be his to decide.

Kalki still chose to be born.

Aslan, standing nearby, quietly chose to retreat.

He had already greeted Kalki. The only regret was that too many Two-Digit Levels were watching Kalki, leaving him little room to interfere.

Aslan sighed slightly. He wasn’t pleased about not causing trouble. His nature always drove him to stir things up.

“Wait, what is Kalki’s birth mission to face as the Last Trial of Mankind?”

If Sakamaki Izayoi’s mission was to face Absolute Evil, then Kalki’s seemed to be facing the Last Trial of Mankind, Kali Yuga.

Or rather, the Last Trial of the Gods, belonging to the divine.

This was also why Kalki was born as a candidate for the Candidate of Origin from the divine side.

Due to technological advancements driving the progress of eras, humans began pursuing material wealth, no longer chasing religion or faith.

As a result, the gods lost faith, leading to their disappearance.

In other words, as technology advanced, mysteries faded, and belief in gods diminished or vanished entirely.

This was the Last Trial of the Gods, belonging to the divine.

Kali Yuga wasn’t the first time it appeared in Little Garden. Or rather, before the Dystopia era, Kali Yuga had once wreaked havoc in Little Garden, wiping out the entire Twelve Heavenly Generals and the Indian Pantheon.

Back then, only Indra, by splitting his Spirit Status, single-handedly upheld the Indian Pantheon to overcome it.

But eras cycle. Kali Yuga would inevitably return.

And this time, there would be no Indra to split his Spirit Status.

To truly overcome Kali Yuga, one must resolve the paradox: did humans create the gods, or did the gods create humans?

This was also why Kalki would be a candidate for the Candidate of Origin from the divine side.

“Even if I can’t meddle with Kalki, why can’t I meddle with Kali Yuga? After all, it’s a Last Trial too.”

Aslan wasn’t content to just watch and do nothing. His nature destined him to always stir up trouble.

But four Two-Digit Levels made him abandon his bolder ideas.

Among Vishnu’s ten avatars were Matsya the Divine Fish, Krishna the Divine Sage, Kurma the World Dragon, and Siddhartha the Liberator.

(Note: In Hinduism, Buddha Shakyamuni is considered the ninth Avatar of Vishnu.)

This lineup was too extravagant.

If it weren’t confirmed that this was Kurma’s domain, Aslan might have wanted to change Kalki’s gender.

But his gender was already set. Too bad he wasn’t a beautiful girl.

As for how to obtain Kali Yuga’s Spirit Status? Aslan already had an idea.

Kali Yuga symbolized the advancement of eras and technology, leading to an end due to dwindling faith in gods.

So, biological technology advancements, where everyone gains power comparable to gods, and human evolution—why wouldn’t that be Kali Yuga?

One of two possibilities for biological technology: Absolute Evil, which destroys the world, or Kali Yuga, which evolves humans to rival gods.

Most importantly, Kali Yuga hadn’t yet returned or been born.

This gave Aslan plenty of room to maneuver.

It was time to show the gods and buddhas of Little Garden how strong a second-stage Boss could be.

Minutes before Kalki’s birth, Aslan chose to leave.

After all, Kalki’s birth was a truly significant moment. The Two-Digit Levels’ attention would be fully on him.

So, it was better to escape.

But Aslan didn’t leave empty-handed. In a place no one could see, he quietly buried a card in this small courtyard.

He would save Kalki’s mother when something happened to her during his birth.

Gods and buddhas weren’t born easily.

Perhaps this could have a remarkable effect at a critical moment.

But it was a gamble. He bet that Ouroboros wouldn’t notice his small move, that they already had other ways to control Kalki.

For example, his sister, the little girl eagerly awaiting her brother’s birth, Rin.

Then they would use his mother to control Kalki.

If that happened, don’t blame him for seizing the opportunity.