Little Garden 11-15

Title: Dog Sun Authority

Aslan revealing his greatest secret made Shiroyasha feel both excited and deeply moved.

She wasn’t just happy about finding a potentially powerful god’s follower—more importantly, she was touched by his loyalty.

The fact that Aslan had entrusted her with such a secret clearly showed just how much he trusted her.

After all, for someone like her—who could return to Two-Digit rank simply by reclaiming her Divinity—someone’s potential wasn’t that significant.

At best, Aslan could only reach Three-Digit level.

But for a Two-Digit being, if they wished, they could create countless Three-Digit beings with just a wave of their hand.

And there were countless Three-Digit who would kneel before her if only given the chance.

Yet what moved Shiroyasha most at this moment was Aslan’s unconditional trust.

After all, Shiroyasha had been single for a long time.

Since her birth as the White Night Demon Lord until now, she hadn’t had many true friends, let alone someone who truly trusted her.

The few who could be called genuine friends might be Indra, Sun Wukong, and Halloween.

As for Canaria… forget about that scheming woman.

Anyway, her power wasn’t enough to qualify as a friend.

And as for a loyal god’s follower? She didn’t have one either.

Ehm… well, not exactly none. That useless snake—though useless, his loyalty was decent.

But a loyal and talented god’s follower like Aslan? This was her first.

So she decided!!!

If Aslan wasn’t pretending, she would train him to become her representative.

That way, even after she returned to the Upper District, Shiroyasha wouldn’t lose her means of influencing the Lower District.

And this Sun Authority? It was merely an early gift she was giving him.

【Dog Sun Authority】
【Keeps the owner eternally youthful, in peak condition, with an immensely strong body, incapable of dying or being erased.】

Holding this Sun Authority, Aslan fell silent for a moment.

After all, he truly hadn’t expected Shiroyasha to be so generous as to hand him a Sun Authority outright.

And the ability of this Sun Authority was exactly the kind of survival power he needed most.

“Thank you, Boss Shiroyasha.”

Aslan absorbed the Sun Authority with indescribable excitement.

He admitted it—he was genuinely touched by Shiroyasha’s generosity.

What was this? This was a Sun Authority!

Even though he only had usage rights, it was already an extraordinary Gift.

“Of course, this Sun Authority isn’t given freely.” Shiroyasha said with a smile, watching Aslan’s eager expression.

Her possessions weren’t easily obtained, especially a treasure like Sun Authority.

There were naturally conditions attached.

“I want you to help No-Name grow, and see if we can lure out the mastermind behind the scenes!!!”

Shiroyasha spoke casually, but Aslan could sense she was barely containing her anger.

And whether it was just his imagination or not, Aslan faintly saw the shadow of the White Night King of Little Garden within Shiroyasha.

After all, with Aslan’s abilities, any community could easily grow by traveling to other worlds to gain achievements and Authority.

But here was No-Name. If No-Name grew strong, the person behind the curtain wouldn’t be able to resist acting.

Unless they were willing to let No-Name rise again.

If that happened, Shiroyasha might laugh in her sleep.

After all, everything Arcadia had done back then was to make Little Garden better.

Shiroyasha had even often compromised for Little Garden’s sake, even giving up her Sun Authority.

But after compromising this much, there were still people trying to harm Little Garden. In that case, don’t blame her if she wasn’t friendly!!!

“Of course, I know this task might be extremely difficult, even dangerous. So I’m leaving the choice to you.”

Shiroyasha looked at Aslan seriously. Her golden eyes faintly showed hope.

“So, Boss, could you first explain the situation?”

Aslan’s lips twitched slightly. Shiroyasha had forgotten he was just a beginner who hadn’t even been in Little Garden for a full day.

Though admittedly, he did have a decent understanding of Little Garden.

“......”

“Alright. I almost forgot—you’ve only been in Little Garden for less than two hours.”

Shiroyasha smiled awkwardly. Yet she didn’t take back the Sun Authority she’d given Aslan.

And Aslan certainly had no intention of returning it.

After all, if he didn’t get something to protect himself, what if next time he wasn’t so lucky and traveled to a world just as dangerous as Little Garden?

Besides, traveling to unknown worlds was extremely risky.

Who knew what kind of world he’d encounter next?

What if Cthulhu was there?

“By the way, there’s an issue with your identity…”

Shiroyasha touched her chin, thinking for a moment, and remembered Baron La Croix—the perverted pedophile from Arcadia.

He was also the only holder of a dimensional Divinity in Arcadia: the Voodoo Death God, one of the deities who controlled the path to the divine realm.

“From now on, you’re the disciple of that dead pedophile, Croix!”

With just a few words, Shiroyasha established his identity.

Aslan was another dimensional Divinity holder discovered by Croix in the outer world.

He was secretly raised and trained by Croix in the outer world, waiting until adulthood to be summoned to Little Garden.

But just as Aslan arrived, Arcadia was already destroyed. Then Shiroyasha, out of affection for his talent and her connection to Arcadia, made Aslan her god’s follower.

And this had advantages. As long as Aslan acted normally, no one would suspect anything.

After all, they were both perverts—how different could they be?

“So, won’t Baron La Croix mind?”

Aslan knew very well that the man wasn’t dead yet!

If calculated, he should currently be negotiating with Canaria to initiate a historical transition period, preparing to return to Little Garden for revenge, right?

“He dares!”

Shiroyasha snorted angrily. She held plenty of damning secrets about that man.

“Listen, that kid is clearly a pedophile, but he’s actually fallen in love with that woman named Canaria.”

“Hmm?”

Instantly, Aslan and Kurousagi couldn’t help but perk up their ears.

Dirtiest gossip and dark history? Exactly the kind of thing they loved to hear.

“If he dares object, we’ll publish this news in the newspaper. Guaranteed, everyone in Little Garden will laugh at him.”

Shiroyasha said with a sly smile.

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Meanwhile, in another world, Baron La Croix sneezed and felt a chill down his back.

“By the way, Canaria, how about we just return to Little Garden? If this keeps up, you really won’t live much longer.”

“Sorry, fighting Ouroboros is a necessity.”

-

Title: Departure—This Is the True Beginner’s Starting Point

After Aslan absorbed the Sun Authority, Shiroyasha departed.

After all, everything that would happen next depended entirely on Aslan.

Yet Aslan wasn’t entirely confident about obtaining a new Authority.

Kurousagi understood this well—traveling to unknown worlds never observed by Little Garden

Was inherently unpredictable, so his hesitation was understandable.

Aslan also slapped his own face, desperately trying to psych himself up.

Because of his first failed world-crossing attempt, he had ended up directly in Little Garden—a super-magical world overflowing with gods and demons.

He was still slightly worried that the next world he’d cross into might be something like A Certain Magical Index.

That would be terrible. One small mistake, and he’d be unable to live or die.

Still, Aslan kept encouraging himself. He was someone who loved adventure.

Otherwise, he wouldn’t have recklessly started interworld travel in the first place.

“Mr. Aslan, please return safely.”

“Your life is the most important thing.”

Watching Aslan’s figure, surrounded by white flames, slowly vanish, Kurousagi silently prayed for him.

Though rescuing Leticia was important, at least Leticia was still safe for now.

In contrast, venturing into another world to observe it was extremely dangerous.

No one knew what kind of existence might appear in another world.

“That kid should be fine. He’s much calmer than you think.” Said Shiroyasha, reappearing beside Kurousagi after Aslan had left.

She could naturally tell that Aslan had been hiding something when he told her about his ability to travel between worlds.

Of course, the concealment wasn’t about his Gift, but about how he ensured his survival.

Her instincts told her that even when Aslan first arrived in Little Garden, before receiving any Divinity,

He already possessed an absolute trump card—a way to escape from her grasp.

Aslan was bolder in taking risks than he let on, yet also more cautious, and preferred to stay hidden.

If she hadn’t made Aslan her god’s follower, Shiroyasha suspected that one day, a group of Three-Digit gods would suddenly emerge from nowhere in Little Garden.

She believed Aslan was capable of it.

“That’s good to hear.”

Kurousagi also felt relieved, though a small worry still lingered in her heart.

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In another world, Aslan felt the ground approaching, and he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Thank goodness—I didn’t die on impact this time. Well, at least I haven’t landed yet, right?”

Looking down from high above, Aslan saw familiar towering skyscrapers and a concrete jungle.

“So this is an ordinary urban world.”

Seeing this, Aslan relaxed significantly. Urban worlds often meant he could quickly gather information about the setting.

And most worlds like this wouldn’t harbor extremely powerful beings.

For his current self, as long as he didn’t encounter an existence capable of destroying a planet in a single attack, he could do as he pleased anywhere.

A Five-Digit god, plus the protection of Sun Authority. With Five-Digit power, if he unleashed it fully, he could easily flood an entire continent.

For comparison, a Five-Digit in Little Garden had roughly the same strength as the gods in the DanMachi universe.

A Four-Digit could easily destroy Earth.

But in most worlds, Five-Digit strength was truly lethal—like a god walking upon the mortal realm.

Then Aslan controlled his descent, slowly lowering himself while using spatial power to bend light and conceal his form.

In a new world, it was always better to stay hidden.

After all, beneath a peaceful city, who knew what might be lurking.

So playing it safe could never be wrong.

Quickly, Aslan landed—right on a school that appeared to be a high school.

And now, students seemed to be in class? The academy was eerily quiet.

Aslan stood before the bulletin board, reading the school’s name and pondering.

“Fujimi High School? That name sounds very familiar...”

Aslan touched his chin, trying to remember where he’d heard this school’s name before.

So familiar—this feeling must be from one of the anime he’d watched.

Anime? Japanese anime? Or maybe hentai?

“Sssshh… I remember!”

Aslan suddenly clapped his hands loudly. He remembered this world!!!

Why had he said he’d finished watching it?

After all, aside from a few exceptions, Aslan considered most anime to be nonsense.

High School of the Dead was also nonsense, but for the sake of the rich, generous female characters, he had endured and finished it.

As for the plot? He’d forgotten everything. The only thing he remembered was the generous, wealthy female characters.

Especially that upperclassman girl who appeared early on.

As for the crisis in this world? It was the clichéd zombie apocalypse.

For Aslan now, couldn’t he easily wipe it out?

Even if he wanted to take his time, he could effortlessly eliminate every single undead across Earth.

Yes, they were called the undead.

Looking at this welcoming world, Aslan nearly shed tears of joy.

Beginner’s village? This world was the beginner’s village!!!

This was the true beginner’s starting point, okay!!!

What was Little Garden? That was the beginning of hell!!

If he hadn’t been cautious and brave enough, he would’ve died the moment he landed.

Or if he hadn’t met Shiroyasha, he wouldn’t have survived past the second day.

(Lord Shiroyasha, I deeply respect you!!!)

After mentally thanking the wealthy, generous girl—Shiroyasha—Aslan brushed the dust off his clothes.

He dispelled the spatial distortion he’d applied to himself and began strolling through the school.

After all, this peaceful academy would turn into a true hell within a few days.

Actually, not even a few days.

Aslan shook his head helplessly, sensing the Divinity that had just flickered.

And the virus spreading through the air—he shook his head again.

He had arrived at the perfect timing.

“Who are you? Why are you here at our school?”

As Aslan was shaking his head, a purple-haired girl with a voluptuous figure pointed a wooden sword at him.

Busujima Saeko?

If Aslan remembered correctly, the girl before him should be Busujima Saeko.

-

Title: Savior? Of Course It’s Me!

“Ehm... Let me think about it?”

Aslan fell silent when questioned by Saeko. He was pondering—what kind of identity should he create for himself in this world?

And what should be the purpose of his actions?

“A savior? Maybe to save this world?”

Aslan touched his chin and set his goal. After all, how many achievements could he really gain just by observing the world and obtaining a ‘Living Dead Virus’ Authority?

Better to save the world and become its savior.

Shiroyasha had once said that the fastest way to earn achievements and observe a world was by triggering a Historical Transition Period.

Triggering a Historical Transition Period often granted massive achievements—enough to easily elevate an ordinary Seven-Digit being to Five-Digit, or even Four-Digit.

This world, plagued by a zombie crisis, was perfect for earning achievements as a savior.

“Chūnibyō?”

Saeko lowered her wooden sword and said with mild boredom.

She assumed this man was a suspicious stalker who had sneaked into the school.

If so, she might get to vent her frustration again.

“In that case, leave quickly. Don’t get caught by the teachers or security guards.”

Still, before leaving, Saeko didn’t forget to warn Aslan. After all, Fujimi Academy was a decent private institution.

Private schools weren’t like public schools with loose rules.

The security guards would definitely take action.

Though she didn’t know how Aslan had snuck in, if he was just an ordinary chūnibyō, she felt slightly bad imagining him being captured by security and handed over to the police.

“Don’t worry. They won’t care about us.”

Aslan smiled and looked into the distance. In a few minutes, the virus would likely begin spreading.

At that point, countless people would instantly turn into the undead.

Except for a few individuals with immunity to the living dead virus who could survive the first wave of infection,

Most others were, for all intents and purposes, already dead.

So why should he care about the opinions of a group of people who were already corpses?

Besides, rather than worrying about them, he should pay more attention to the girl standing before him.

At the very least, this girl had once been one of his “wives.”

Saeko—a girl whose soul was filled with violent impulses. Her heart craved battle, even to a pathological degree.

Once, she realized she was being followed, but pretended not to notice.

She lured the person closer, then personally beat them into permanent disability.

But a girl like her simply couldn’t survive in a normal world. Saeko had always lived under immense pressure.

“And you, someone with the potential to be a killer, must have been living under pressure all this time, right?”

Aslan smiled as he watched Saeko, who had turned her back to him, wooden sword in hand, preparing to leave. He spoke casually.

Hearing Aslan’s words, Saeko froze mid-step.

She turned around, her eyes blazing with barely contained madness, staring directly at Aslan.

It seemed that if Aslan didn’t explain himself, she would truly act?

No—not just preparing to act, but already acting!!!

The word “killer” instantly triggered Saeko’s true nature. The murderous instincts she had suppressed for years finally erupted.

The wooden sword in her hand—containing a steel core—slashed toward Aslan’s head with deadly force.

Yet, a speed that seemed blindingly fast to others was merely a slow, sluggish movement to Aslan.

He gently extended a single finger and effortlessly stopped Saeko’s strike.

“Just let it out. Are you calm now?”

Once Saeko realized she couldn’t harm Aslan at all, she calmed down.

After all, that slash had already released the violent urges she’d bottled up for years.

When Aslan had just said she was a girl with killer potential, she truly had felt the urge to kill.

It was the fear of her true nature being exposed—making her realize once again that she was a monster incapable of blending into normal life.

“So, Savior-sama, have you come to kill me—the killer?”

Saeko said, a hint of relief in her voice. For a monster, the best fate was to be killed by another monster.

This was the killer’s destiny. In the end, a killer would be killed by someone else.

“No, just a casual observation.”

Aslan smiled and shook his head. Did he really have no intentions at all?

Well, not exactly?

He observed the tall, voluptuous girl standing before him. Even though she wore only a plain green-and-white school uniform,

The outfit couldn’t hide her allure at all.

Especially since she had once been one of his “wives”, Aslan still held a favorable impression of Saeko.

He felt the urge to collect her as a card.

Yes, exactly—collect her as a card. Turn Saeko into a creature card, and she would follow him forever.

“Besides, you haven’t killed anyone yet, right? I’m not a cop—why would I kill you?”

“Just because you have the potential to be a killer?”

“There’s no such illogical thing in this world.”

Aslan couldn’t help but curl his lips. He didn’t quite understand Saeko’s thinking. Hadn’t he just said she’d been holding back intensely?

Did it have to go this far?

Hearing Aslan’s words, Saeko couldn’t help but smile. Finally, she didn’t have to suppress her true self?

Had she found a friend?

In Japan’s high-pressure society, everyone was expected to conform. Those who didn’t fit in were often ostracized.

There was no room in this society for a monster like her.

“And this world will soon change.”

Saeko listened quietly. Though she still thought Aslan might be a chūnibyō,

In front of a friend who could accept her other side, she could still understand.

After all, they were both monsters who couldn’t blend into this world.

He was just possibly a delusional chūnibyō.

“Aaaa... Help me, please!!!”

“Ssshhhh... Haooo...!!!”

*BOOM!* *CLANG!*

“...”

The moment Aslan finished speaking, screams, growls, and crashing sounds erupted all at once.

“Oh? Seems I arrived at just the right time. Yes, my timing for entering this world was perfect.”

“As you can see, the apocalypse has arrived!!!”

“And I... shall become the savior of this world!!!”

-

Title: Gather the Wives First

“What’s going on?”

Saeko asked, looking at the chaos around her and the slow-moving undead shambling like zombies.

“What else? Of course it’s Resident Evil. Haven’t you ever watched the movies?”

Aslan replied, then prepared to test his abilities.

“Someone spread a virus, and many people have been infected?”

“More or less.”

“And if I’m correct, this virus has probably already spread across the entire world.”

“There’s no one left. The virus was released into the air.”

Aslan shrugged helplessly. Although he’d wanted to solve this easily, there was no other way.

If only he’d arrived a few days earlier—he could’ve gone to China, demonstrated his abilities, and warned them about the airborne virus.

How comfortable it would’ve been to easily earn savior achievements.

But now... the virus had already fully spread. The only way to save the world was to seize the antivirus serum and virus data from the mastermind behind it, then hand them over to China, which had restored order.

Yes, that would be enough to be considered saving the world.

After all, he didn’t know how to research viruses, right? He wasn’t Gray Wolf.

“What could be the motive of someone who would do such a thing?”

Seeing the entire world transformed into an apocalyptic scene, Saeko couldn’t help but ask.

“Who knows? Maybe some biotech research company suddenly got arrogant, thinking humanity needed to be ‘cleansed,’ so they could become gods?”

Aslan shrugged casually.

“Something like that... couldn’t possibly happen, could it?”

Saeko looked skeptical.

Aslan pulled out a decent-quality katana and handed it to Saeko, snapping her out of her shock.

“Now isn’t the time to ponder their motives.”

Aslan moved his body, snapped his fingers, and cleared all the undead within a hundred-meter radius.

Not because he didn’t want to clear a larger area, but his spatial control could currently only achieve precise intervention within a hundred meters.

After all, he’d only gotten his Divinity a few hours ago, okay?

Seeing the undead’s heads suddenly vanish, Aslan couldn’t help but smile.

He felt like an unexpected master from a movie—so cool.

“Now, we should save people, right?”

Saeko wasn’t naturally a passive woman. She took the sword Aslan gave her, licked the blade, and said emotionally,

“This is a good sword. But now, are we going to save the students here? Or...?”

Saeko knew well that Aslan had called himself a savior, and the apocalypse had truly occurred just as he said.

Not to mention, the ability he’d just demonstrated—was that superpower?

In that case, she’d accept Aslan as the savior.

She had no objection to following a savior.

“Is there anyone you care about in this school? If so, I can save them.”

“Anyone I care about?”

Hearing Aslan’s question, an image of a slightly clumsy, blonde-haired girl appeared in Saeko’s mind.

Thinking of Marikawa Shizuka, recalling her careless and easily deceived personality,

Saeko couldn’t stay calm.

As for someone she cared about? She didn’t have many people she cared about in this school.

She didn’t even have a close friend.

“Yes. She’s in the infirmary. She’s a very good doctor.”

Saeko looked at Aslan with a hint of hope. If Aslan didn’t save Shizuka, she’d go save Shizuka-sensei by herself.

And in an apocalyptic situation like this, medicine and doctors were extremely important.

Aslan should understand the value of a doctor and medical supplies. The infirmary’s medicine stockpile wasn’t small.

“Then let’s go. Might as well clear the undead from the school on the way.”

Aslan immediately asked Saeko to lead the way to the infirmary. Along the path, they cleared the undead.

Of course, Saeko was mainly doing the clearing, while Aslan was adapting to the power and precision granted by his Divinity.

After all, this world couldn’t be compared to Little Garden. The strength of space in these two worlds was vastly different.

In Little Garden, space was solid, so he had to exert more effort to control it, but space wouldn’t shatter just from using a little force.

But in this world, space was too fragile. If he used too much force, he could cause spatial tremors,

Resulting in massive damage.

Though he wasn’t a hero of justice, Aslan wasn’t so indifferent as to kill innocent people.

However, adapting to operations in this fragile space was also a form of training for him.

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Soon, the two arrived at the infirmary and saw the door slightly ajar.

Inside, Shizuka, carefree as ever, was still playing on her phone.

“Marikawa-sensei, quickly come out with us!”

“The school’s in trouble—we’ll get you out!”

“Huh?”

Seeing Shizuka completely unaware, Aslan immediately pulled her from her chair and brought her near the window, letting her see clearly.

“What’s going on? Why is everyone like this?”

Witnessing the horrifying scene of undead chasing students across the school, Shizuka panicked. She stepped back several paces and stared at Aslan and Saeko in fear.

“The Resident Evil crisis has spread. We came specifically to save you. Don’t ask too many questions—just come with us.”

“You came to save me?”

Shizuka looked at Aslan, shifting from panic to shock, then finally to joy.

“Yes, we came to save you.”

(Since you’re also one of my wives, and Saeko cares about you so much.)

“But... I don’t even know your name yet?”

Hearing Shizuka’s question, even Saeko couldn’t help but look toward Aslan.

In fact, not just Shizuka—Saeko didn’t know Aslan’s name either.

“Aslan. You can call me Aslan.”

“Aslan? Then I’ll call you Aslan-chan.”

Though Aslan wanted to object, seeing how oblivious Shizuka was, he gave up.

He knew well that someone with such a careless personality wouldn’t listen to corrections.

He could only accept the nickname.

“By the way, Shizuka, lend me your phone.”

Shizuka obediently handed over her phone right away.

This was the advantage of a carefree older sister type. Though they could be stubborn about certain things, they were extremely obedient about others.

-

Title: It’s Definitely America’s Doing!

“Alright... so this isn’t a smartphone?”

Staring at the button phone handed to him, Aslan fell silent.

Had he misjudged the era?

By the way, what year did High School of the Dead take place?

Was it the 2000s?

In the 2000s, touchscreen smartphones probably weren’t popular yet?

“Why isn’t it a smartphone? This one’s super smart, you know!”

Hearing Aslan’s words, Shizuka puffed her cheeks in anger and snatched her beloved phone back from Aslan’s hand.

“I spent two months of my salary on this phone. It’s the latest Sony Ericsson!”

“It can even play videos, you know.”

Aslan gave up arguing with Shizuka and silently pulled out an ordinary smartphone, handing it to her.

“Wow, Aslan-chan, what’s this? Such a fancy phone—it even has a touchscreen...”

Hearing Shizuka’s surprised exclamation, Aslan nodded in satisfaction.

Saeko, standing beside Aslan, also understood his intention.

“Aslan-kun wants to use the internet to investigate some information?”

Though phrased as a question, Saeko said it with confident certainty.

“Actually, Aslan-kun could just ask me.”

Saeko said with slight annoyance. As a kendo athlete and daughter of a warrior family, she had confidence in her abilities.

Especially in a crisis like this zombie outbreak.

But it wasn’t because she wasn’t trying hard enough or wasn’t strong enough.

It was simply that her sword-wielding self couldn’t possibly compare to Aslan’s superpowered speed!

How could they be compared? There was no comparison at all!

So she could only play a role in other areas.

For example, information?

Since her father ran a dojo in America, she was quite familiar with news and various domestic and international issues.

“By the way, are there any famous biotech companies around here?”

Aslan asked curiously. After all, to uncover the mastermind behind this crisis, he needed to understand the world’s situation.

But him? He’d almost forgotten the entire plot, let alone the world’s background.

Although his Divinity-enhanced memory had recovered many details, if he didn’t focus on recalling them, they wouldn’t surface.

In any work involving biological crises, there was usually a behind-the-scenes villain—a famous biotech company and a group of wealthy elites trying to become gods of a new world.

These stories often took place in America.

As a great figure once said: if you find a terrible event on Earth but can’t identify the culprit, you can safely conclude it was America’s doing.

So... it’s definitely America’s doing!!

“If you mean the most famous biotech company, are you talking about Umbrella Corporation?”

Saeko answered without hesitation. In her memory, no biotech company was bigger than Umbrella Corporation.

Hearing that name, Aslan couldn’t help but twitch his lips.

Sure enough, it was Umbrella?

Were Resident Evil and Umbrella Corporation really inseparable?

“So it really is Umbrella Corporation.”

“So, are you two willing to come with me to save the world?”

After obtaining information about the mastermind, the next operation was simple.

Or rather, extremely simple for someone with Divinity and Five-Digit power.

After all, in Little Garden, a Five-Digit could only destroy a city.

But outside Little Garden, such a being could easily sink an entire continent.

Not to mention Aslan’s ability—versatile dimensional power: spatial manipulation.

Thanks to his near-maximal space-time affinity granted by his Planeswalker status,

He could wield this ability with exceptional skill.

With this setup, even destroying Earth wouldn’t take him more than a few days.

So saving a single world—how much trouble could there be?

“Yay! Aslan-chan is taking us to save the world!”

Shizuka said excitedly. As a careless person, she easily believed Aslan’s words.

She even enthusiastically hugged him, giving Aslan indescribable pleasure with her large chest.

Faced with such pleasure, Aslan naturally couldn’t resist.

His will was weak, and he couldn’t withstand any softness.

Seeing Shizuka so excited, Saeko said nothing.

To her, Shizuka might still think Aslan was just inviting her for a game.

“But Aslan-kun, do you have a plan?”

“A plan? Of course. Go to Umbrella Corporation’s Tokyo headquarters, take all the virus data, hand it to China, and we’re done.”

Aslan was confident the Chinese government could develop a cure for the living dead virus using the data and samples, then save the world.

As for achievements, achievements weren’t the same as actual merit. Achievements weren’t earned by what you did—they were recorded in history and measured by influence.

As long as others believed it was your doing, and history recorded it as your achievement, then the achievement belonged to you.

As long as this world believed he was the savior, and he truly contributed to saving it, then the savior achievement was his.

Even if Chinese researchers found the cure, since he was the one who provided the data and samples, no matter what, he’d get the largest share of the achievement.

As for himself... he really wasn’t an expert in virology, was he?

Better to leave professional work to professionals.

“So, do you two have any other questions?”

Seeing Saeko and Shizuka had none, Aslan waved his hand.

“Then, World Salvation Team, let’s move out!!”

As for why Aslan brought Saeko and Shizuka as “accessories”?

The reason was very simple—he simply couldn’t refuse Saeko, the cool and gentle upperclassman.

And the clumsy Shizuka.

Aslan admitted it—he wanted to collect cards. Turn them into his own creature cards.

Of course, though he said “creature cards” the real name was “companion cards.”

Turning them into companion cards wouldn’t harm them at all. And if anything happened to them, they could be revived through their companion cards—not just once.

One could even say, as long as the companion card existed, they could be revived indefinitely.

As for growth issues?

Why did Aslan bring them as accessories?

Of course, to get a share of the achievements!!!

World-saving achievements. As long as they gained even a tiny fraction, they’d almost certainly reach Five-Digit strength.

This could also solve Aslan and No-Name’s shortage of personnel.

Saeko could be trained as a main attacker, while Shizuka could become medical staff.

He wasn’t hiding his intentions.

He’d already crossed worlds—wasn’t collecting cards allowed?

Whether it was beautiful girls, rare treasures, or valuable experiences—

These were all things he wanted to collect after starting his journey as a Planeswalker!!!

Achievements were only similar to merit, not actual merit.

In Little Garden, achievement completion could easily be stolen.

For example, Izayoi defeated the Absolute Evil Azi Dahaka, but because he used Brahma Shakti.

Indra could claim that without Brahma Shakti, Izayoi couldn’t have won, then use that excuse to take a share of Izayoi’s achievement.

Even though the Brahma Shakti Izayoi used was a replica Divinity simulated by Kurousagi.

Achievement completion only depended on how it was recorded in history books—only on human history’s records.

It didn’t depend on actual merit or what you truly did.

And it was this kind of achievement completion system that allowed gods and buddhas to continuously drain the blood of human history.

For example, you do something and gain achievement. Then an ancestor appears and says, “If not for me, you couldn’t have done it” and takes a share of your achievement.