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Little Garden 326-330
🕑 Added 2025-11-11 09:33:31 +0000 UTCTitle: A Big Surprise for Indra
A few days later, Aslan—who had finished his final tasks and received rewards until his hands were sore—stretched his body.
“Finally done. Are they that afraid of dying? Rushing to appease me like that.”
Aslan said amusedly. If only he could reveal he’d long joined Angra Mainyu.
He wondered what expressions they’d show.
(Definitely very interesting ones.) Aslan thought happily.
(Too bad—I really can’t see those expressions.)
Then Aslan narrowed his eyes, stood to check surroundings, verifying repeatedly.
After ensuring no eavesdroppers—he pulled out a round stone disk resembling a Gorgon Stone, only more beautiful—with the engraved Gorgon looking like Algol.
To Aslan, it resembled Algol merchandise more than a Divine Artifact.
But its main function was communication between Aslan and Algol.
“Hello, hello—Cave Serpent, please respond.”
The stone disk glowed faintly, emitting soft cream light.
Static sounded for a long while. Finally—a pitch-altered voice responded.
“Hello received, hello received. Tsk—I’m not Cave Serpent. What code is this?”
Aslan chuckled, then laughed.
“Where are you now?”
Algol frowned, shaking her head helplessly, staring at empty void.
“How should I know where I am? No worlds or universes around here.”
Algol said very resignedly.
(Do you really think everyone can freely wander the void without getting lost?)
(If so—dimensional gates to outer worlds wouldn’t be monopolized by the Halloween Queen alone.)
Though a strong Three-Digit—she could only wander the void, searching for worlds in human history.
But even searching was pure luck. Lucky—she’d soon find a world, trigger Historical Transition Period, return to Little Garden quickly.
If not… lost in void.
Though not fatal—eternal emptiness and solitude enough to drive one mad.
In fact—freely wandering void to other worlds without losing way—only Two-Digits and a few Three-Digits with Dimensional Authorities could.
Two-Digits could orient via faith tied to themselves in human history—and their twins.
But Three-Digits were awkward. Lacking Two-Digit traits.
Pre-placed coordinates couldn’t connect in concept-less void.
A Divine Artifact just for Aslan to locate her was already Algol’s limit.
Otherwise—why call exile exile? Precisely because hard to return.
As for normally leaving Little Garden—going to outer universes observed by Little Garden’s Central Core—with help from Great Gods mastering space dimensions.
Or unobserved universes via dimensional gates and very special Gifts.
But that’s legitimate departure—not falling into void.
Of course—not exile.
“Fine.”
Aslan helplessly slapped his forehead. He’d overestimated Algol. Thought she could at least locate herself?
Now seemed—she’d truly get lost.
If not for him.
Was Algol that confident in him? If issues on his side—very hard for her to return to Little Garden.
“Okay—I’ll come right away.”
Hearing Aslan—Algol slightly relaxed.
After all—lost in void was a huge challenge for her.
She looked down at her nearly dim communication device—sighed.
“Really—energy stored so long—why drain so fast? This void really isn’t for humans.”
“Alright—let’s go.”
Familiar voice came beside her ear. Aslan—somehow already beside Algol.
“Hoh—that fast?”
Algol unconsciously clutched her chest. She’d been lost in void days—still wondering if she could find a world.
But Aslan could find her?
“We must move quick. I can’t be gone long—they’ll suspect.”
Aslan said calmly.
He currently enjoyed treatment like Origin Candidates during Absolute Evil’s emergence.
Gods feared him causing slightest trouble—refusing to fight Last Trial of Mankind.
Precisely because Aslan still in Little Garden—Absolute Evil seal confirmed intact.
Only then gods dared stay.
Otherwise—from Aslan’s understanding—just Absolute Evil freeing itself—at least for over half gods and Buddhas from Flying Ship faction.
Algol’s earlier words enough to scare most gods and Buddhas.
Of course—partly because Aslan’s Two-Digit Campione War qualification provoked most old folks.
Especially after Arthur set record killing Judas—old folks used power to stabilize Little Garden.
They cared not for Last Trial of Mankind, Angra Mainyu, Kali Yuga, etc. One request—wait until Campione War ends.
“Next world we head to is the real destination.”
“In a sense—landmines there rival Campione world.”
Aslan stared deeply afar, walking void with Algol—explaining that world.
Biblical God dead—Great Red Dragon wandering dimensional gaps, protecting world—Infinite Dragon Ophis exiled inside world.
That world had Mount Sumeru—but no Heavenly Palace. Had Three Hindu Main Gods—but no Buddha.
Also Nordic world—plus devil, angel, fallen angel worlds.
Such a world—even without Aslan causing trouble—just observing enough to uproar Upper Layers rivaling Campione world observation.
No Heavenly Palace. Indra became Mount Sumeru supreme ruler—East’s only Heaven Emperor.
Hearing Aslan’s description—Algol couldn’t help laughing.
“I just hope Indra won’t scare to death seeing this Indra.”
Aslan’s expression nearly cracked.
Current Indra saw himself useless god—but other gods and Buddhas didn’t think so.
Last time nearly becoming King of the End already scared him near madness. Imagine how cowardly Indra now.
What if adding High School DxD world’s Indra possibility?
So—High School DxD’s Indra—Aslan would capture and surprise Indra.
Who told him to abandon Aslan last time? Called brothers—yet fled then.
“But besides Indra, Buddhism, Heavenly Palace—others quite normal.”
Here—Aslan suddenly realized—High School DxD world situation too similar to current Little Garden.
High School DxD no Heavenly Palace—Little Garden’s Eastern Pantheon long gone.
Biblical God dead—Little Garden’s Yahweh long incarnated Dystopia—vanished from mind liberation via Black Plague virus exploited by Origin Candidate.
Finally—High School DxD no Buddha. Meant Buddha also preparing escape?
Instantly—Aslan felt more like fool about to take over stalled project.
Damn—definitely huge trap left by old folks in Little Garden—waiting for him to jump and fill.
Now he just didn’t know what trap worth them destroying current Little Garden—rebuilding new instead of filling.
Hope not worst case. After all—Second Little Garden under his control.
At worst—abandon this Little Garden.
Aslan sighed helplessly. Knew his smooth journey had price.
Originally thought they’d be ancestors—voluntarily handing throne?
So-called predecessors plant trees—successors enjoy shade?
Tsk—clearly predecessors chop trees—successors suffer heat—that’s right.
Trust future generations’ wisdom, right?
Aslan’s mouth corner twitched helplessly. Now realized he was that successor generation.
Feeling clearly unpleasant.
Fine—Aslan sighed helplessly, dismissing chaotic thoughts. Face problems when come—handle floods when flood.
What else? At least—being fool taking stalled project far better than pawn for some existences.
At least—facing stalled project fool taker—their attitude wouldn’t be bad—give much help.
For example—if stalled project in your hands—and fool ready to take—still fool? Clearly godfather!
Now Aslan felt in that situation.
“With this world’s help—you should make them all fall to Demons—then via Little Garden’s Central Core observation—plant Demon seeds in all gods and Buddhas’ Spirit Statuses at once.”
Thus—even not Two-Digit—adding slight fall possibility for all gods and Buddhas.
Greatly complete Algol’s Spirit Status. If lucky—push to Three-Digit Breaker stage.
“Hmm—also hide fact Dystopia awakened here.”
They surely wouldn’t expect one world exploding with two major events simultaneously.
Aslan could use Algol’s demon fall to scheme behind scenes.
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Title: I, the Holy Son Jesus
“We’re almost there.”
Aslan and Algol stood side by side in the endless void, gazing at the universe not far away.
There, a crimson True Dragon wandered the void, protecting a blue planet.
“This is what you call the High School DxD world?”
Algol slightly raised an eyebrow.
She hadn’t expected a world truly matching Aslan’s description—reaching it precisely without any connection.
She couldn’t even imagine what existence could do that.
“If no issues—it should be this world.”
Aslan looked at the world ahead, slightly relieved.
Recalling several trips to familiar worlds—Aslan had reason to suspect his world-travel ability was controllable.
He just hadn’t found the method yet.
Perhaps after a few more trips—he’d discover perfect travel.
In other words—could worlds in his memory that greatly boost his power also be visited?
Aslan gradually grew anticipation for his future.
He estimated he’d devote some energy to researching his world-travel ability later.
Thinking this—Aslan slightly shifted his gaze to the giant red dragon wandering nearby.
Great Red.
Considered the strongest Dragon God in High School DxD—currently observing surroundings with a confused expression.
Though nearing Aslan and Algol’s position—still searching bewilderedly.
“Always feels something’s off? What is it?”
A dull voice voiced his confusion.
Algol ahead glanced curiously—then pulled Aslan.
“Our luck’s pretty good. Just arriving—we find a Pure Dragon Species. Wait—per your info—there should be two.”
“By the way—you really won’t capture it?”
Aslan wordlessly glanced at Algol.
“Capture? Forget it—I prefer conquering with charm.”
“Aren’t we focusing on the plan now? After free time—then take it.”
A Pure Dragon Species voluntarily protecting its birth world—Aslan preferred good communication.
Strictly—in Little Garden’s Central Core assessment—he too was a Pure Dragon Species.
So-called Planeswalker was just innate self-sealing of his essence—causing Core misjudgment.
Core’s Pure Dragon Species definition: life suddenly “occurring”—not on the system tree.
Pure Dragons don’t birth mature—need infant bodies to grow.
What Creator God? Actually a Pure Dragon Species.
No wonder he hadn’t awakened yet.
Turns out no need to awaken—just wait for Aslan to fully comprehend his essence—then Core grants Pure Dragon Species Spirit Status.
Like deceiving himself—and the Core.
Estimated—Aslan gets Pure Dragon Species Spirit Status after reaching Three-Digit.
Only Three-Digit Spirit Status can bear Aslan’s essence. Then Core truly observes his life essence—grants Spirit Status again.
Meaning—only at Three-Digit—Aslan considered fully developed—truly born.
Before that—just a zigzagging zygote.
“Two Pure Dragon Species—pretty good harvest.”
Aslan’s mood was quite happy. In Little Garden—actual Pure Dragon Species wouldn’t exceed a hundred—including Cthulhu Pantheon’s Weird Species.
Like Sandora—though not Pseudo-Dragon—only Pure Giant Dragon—not Pure Dragon Species.
The latter generally called True Dragons.
In a flash—Algol charged to Earth—via Earth positioning—shifted to different dimension Underworld.
Only Aslan remained in void—pondering where to appear.
He was mainly causing trouble—responsible for observing the world—only his observation triggers mythology transition—best shakes god and human history.
As for Algol?
Little Garden’s Central Core: Who’s Algol?
Core wouldn’t favor Algol.
Appear from Heaven as Angel? Directly say Aslan came to awaken Biblical God?
Too flashy—and Angels wouldn’t believe—though he now has Jesus Spirit Status.
After all—Angels worship only one: Biblical God.
What Jesus? Do Angels care?
And whether Jesus existed here is another issue.
Aslan strongly suspected Jesus was one identity Biblical God used walking Earth.
Or fiction Church made compiling Bible.
Too little relevant info—not recommended.
Better fabricate reasonable origin for himself.
Then—which faction suits fabricating reasonable origin—and benefits awakening Biblical God?
Best—lure cute Infinite Dragon.
Moment later—an organization surfaced in Aslan’s mind: Khaos Brigade.
Or rather—Hero Faction in Khaos Brigade.
After all—Khaos Brigade founded by Ophis—to defeat Great Red—organization of traitors among devils, angels, fallen angels.
As for Cao Cao-led Hero Faction—mostly inheritors of ancient heroes’ souls—or their descendants.
Key artifact to awaken Biblical God—Longinus—in Cao Cao’s hands.
Coincidence? Aslan also has Longinus Spear—and Holy Son Spirit Status.
Truly too coincidental.
Excitement wave flashed in his heart—he happily decided.
This time—he’d use Jesus identity to cause trouble.
Amid thoughts—he used Holy Son Spirit Status to build identity—carrying Longinus Spear—stepped into a rural European church.
Of course—before coming—Aslan specially confirmed timeline. Current timeline before story starts.
Sacred Gear in Kuoh Town’s Hyoudou Issei still dormant—and will remain so.
Aslan looked at just-exchanged Red Dragon Emperor’s Gauntlet—showing happy smile.
Collection +1.
But Aslan didn’t take this Sacred Gear for free. In exchange—he granted Issei Rank B Golden Rule.
Making Issei live upper-class wealthy luxurious life—unburdened by money—for life.
But this life unrelated to Underworld.
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In the rural church—Khaos Brigade members gathered.
Leader: Ophis—and Rizevim Livan Lucifer—Khaos Brigade executive who seized Ophis control.
Ophis sat expressionless on main seat—black dress—propping small head motionless.
She always indifferent to such trivialities—as long as Khaos Brigade keeps training heroes—helps defeat Great Red.
As for snakes she gave?
Infinite Dragon God—power naturally infinite. Losing some snakes trivial to her.
Even since no existence can harm her—she lost fighting desire.
Beside her—chatty middle-aged bearded silver-haired playboy-ish man—true Khaos Brigade leader—controls snake distribution: Rizevim Livan Lucifer.
If Aslan remembered right—this Rizevim seemed Lilith and Lucifer’s son here—recorded in Bible as Lilin.
Instantly—disgust clear. Aslan unhesitatingly kicked open rural church door.
He and Algol had no cheap son like this.
“FBI—open up!!”
Very arrogantly—Aslan shouldered Holy Spear—stood at church door—looking at varied-expression Khaos Brigade members inside.
Current Khaos Brigade most complete gathering—whether Bikou etc. Later joining Vali Team—or Cao Cao-led Hero Faction—all here.
Someone really dared enter current Khaos Brigade meeting?
Truly shocked them.
Note—at least several Longinus-class Sacred Gear holders—dozens Sacred Gear holders here. Even Devil King wouldn’t profit under so many Sacred Gear holders’ siege, right?
Rizevim smiled relaxedly—waved to Aslan.
“Please enter—may I know your name?”
At same time—front row people silently made way for Aslan.
Aslan directly ignored spot vacated by Khaos Brigade executives—walked straight before Rizevim—said very disgustedly.
“I’m your father!!”
Without nonsense—Aslan slapped Rizevim’s face.
Instantly—Rizevim’s smile froze. Gaze toward Aslan gradually chilled.
His father? Father Lucifer died in Ancient War—against Biblical God.
Though he disliked the man—not reason to casually acknowledge another as father.
“But I don’t want to acknowledge an unfilial grandson like you.”
Aslan grinned. Before Rizevim reacted—he directly speared Rizevim’s heart.
Rizevim lost life in blink.
Then Aslan burned corpse completely—ensuring no revival possibility. Afterward—turned—looked at Khaos Brigade members below.
“I—the Holy Son Jesus.”
“Next—I’ll lead Khaos Brigade. Anyone else have opinions?”
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Title: Persuading the Cute and Naive Cute Dragon
“He was killed in one strike?”
Cao Cao, watching Aslan stand in the church center observing Khaos Brigade, showed deep wariness.
Note: Rizevim was the strongest Transcendent born from Lucifer and Lilith. Even in the Underworld, only the Four Great Satans could compare.
Even he—holding the strongest Longinus-class Sacred Gear, True Longinus—could only exchange a few moves in Balance Breaker mode.
Other faction members in Khaos Brigade also showed disbelief.
But unlike them—Cao Cao’s Hero Faction members’ eyes gradually brightened.
“Holy Son? I want to see if you’re worthy of the title!”
Cao Cao suddenly stood—raised True Longinus—pointed its tip at Aslan.
The so-called Hero Faction: special humans inheriting part of ancient heroes’ souls—or their descendants.
After joining Khaos Brigade—they formed Cao Cao-led Hero Faction—aiming to surpass ancestors’ achievements.
Of course—challenging the strong was Hero Faction’s desire.
“Interesting?”
Aslan narrowed eyes at Cao Cao—clapped happily.
“But I don’t know if you choose challenge?”
Before words finished—heaven and earth changed instantly. Before Khaos Brigade reacted.
The small church turned into eternal frozen land. No sun or moon—only beautiful aurora.
“Or choose trial?”
Aslan’s oppressive voice flowed from all directions—pressuring Khaos Brigade members—nearly all except Hero Faction unconsciously bent knees.
Kneeling in submission—willing to follow Aslan’s orders.
But facing such pressure—Cao Cao ahead still raised Holy Spear—though now weighing thousands of jin.
Left of Cao Cao—uncontrollably trembling Heracles—inheriting Strength God Heracles’ soul and blood.
“Why? Afraid, Heracles?”
Cao Cao tilted head—glanced at Heracles.
“Afraid? How? I’m excited.”
Heracles clenched trembling fist—grinned terrifyingly.
“He’s the legendary Holy Son united with Biblical God! Likely inheriting that Holy Son’s soul and power like us.”
“So—if we defeat him—doesn’t that prove we’ve surpassed our ancestors?”
“True.”
Cao Cao affirmed.
“Even if you’re the real Holy Son—so what? My Sacred Gear once wounded Jesus!”
“I’m a bit scared.”
Blonde beauty inheriting Jeanne d’Arc’s soul trembled in fear—but never surrendered.
After all—this was a God—killing Transcendent Rizevim in one strike.
“Can I surrender?”
Jeanne weakly raised hand. To her—challenging unbeatable foe wasn’t challenge—it was suicide.
“You scared?”
Youngest Leonardo—barely twelve or thirteen—mocked calmly.
“Scared—of course! Scared of dying from you idiots’ antics.”
Jeanne’s tone sharp. If not for team relations—she’d have surrendered long ago.
“Same.”
Leonardo softly replied.
Aslan folded arms—happily watched their discussion. Approval flashed in eyes.
Their qualifications quite good—worthy of Hero Faction name.
Even by Aslan’s picky standards—if these youths trained well—in Little Garden—at least Five-Digit standard.
Especially Cao Cao—with True Longinus foundation—power reached lowest Five-Digit limit.
Could sit at table with that useless snake (Shirayuki-hime).
“So decided? Challenge? Or trial?”
“We choose trial!”
Without hesitation—Cao Cao chose trial.
He wasn’t stupid—why choose challenge? Test Aslan’s level via trial first.
If confirmed extraordinary—no shame admitting defeat.
If can’t pass trial? No point talking challenge.
“Good—I’ll grant it.”
Aslan pulled a book—took several papers. Papers flew—transformed into heroes—appearing before Hero Faction youths.
“Your trial simple: defeat these past hero projections.”
Heroic Spirits Aslan created—referencing this world’s historical heroes—combined with matching Little Garden existences.
Though not Four-Digit—at least Five-Digit no issue.
Slightly stronger than them.
Cao Cao vs. Little Garden Five-Digit period Cao Cao. Heracles vs. This world’s Heracles + mixed Lancer B Servant and Little Garden Heracles.
Jeanne vs. Jeanne d’Arc—after all—Aslan just met and interacted with sanctified Jeanne d’Arc in Little Garden—directly used her template.
No copyright fee needed.
Others similar—except Leonardo. His Sacred Gear: Demonic Beast Creation—quite useful.
Aslan once wished for such Sacred Gear—but now unnecessary. So made Shirayuki-hime his opponent.
To see how embarrassing Shirayuki-hime was.
“Don’t worry—not difficult trial.”
Aslan showed evil smile.
Hero Faction members felt urge to curse. Wasn’t this difficult?
Why did they feel none could defeat their opponents?
Especially just-brave Heracles—now felt like sparrow meeting eagle—truly terrified.
Of course—Aslan didn’t focus only on him—another here had fate with him.
Coincidentally—Arthur name-inheriting Arthur descendant in Hero Faction.
Of course Aslan wasn’t demon. Just let opponent face old Arthur version under Grand Servant.
After handling Hero Faction troublemakers—Aslan shifted gaze to certain Infinite Cute Dragon staring at him.
Ophis looked up—calmly stared. Unfocused eyes calmly reflected Aslan’s face.
“Cooperate with me!”
“Cooperate with you?”
Aslan’s expression odd looking at Ophis—seeming to recall something.
“You want to invite me to deal with Great Red?”
The red dragon wandering dimensional gaps—protecting Earth.
To shield this world from other-world invaders—he expelled dimension-gap-born Ophis—occupying the spot.
Though to protect world—for Ophis it was different.
To her—Great Red expelling her from home without reason was archenemy.
Reason she founded Khaos Brigade: seek strong allies to kill Great Red.
Only say Ophis purely unfortunate child. Home happened on front line—directly seized—she herself expelled.
But can’t blame Great Red—he expelled Ophis also to protect her.
If Aslan remembered right—Evil God from other world slashed Great Red’s neck in one strike.
What about Ophis? Likely no better—probably captured as energy source.
After all—Infinite Dragon God mastering infinity. Though not truly infinite—endurance extremely high.
Perfect as battery.
Current opposite Ophis agreed with Aslan—extended hand.
“Help me.”
Aslan paused—mouth corner curved evil smile.
“Sorry—I refuse.”
“Why?”
Always-emotionless Ophis showed confusion.
“Why? Shouldn’t I ask you?”
Aslan countered.
“Why must I agree?”
“I invite you.”
Ophis calmly said.
“So? I must agree.”
Aslan jokingly said.
“I’m not cheap to obey just because someone says something.”
“Mmm…”
Ophis silent moment—then extended hand—created sideways-8-like magatama.
“I can give snakes.”
To Ophis—Aslan no different from Khaos Brigade people. Give snakes as reward—they’d help.
Aslan raised eyebrow—stared at Ophis.
(Really innocent, huh? Thinking I’d need snakes?)
“This thing useless to me.”
Aslan shook head—looked at Ophis—stroked chin thinking—then extended hand.
“Then this: fair trade? You help awaken someone—I help reclaim dimensional gap?”
Hearing this—Ophis startled—showed puzzled expression.
“What’s the difference?”
She felt no different from giving snake power.
“Of course different!”
Aslan confidently said.
“Only this way is fair trade! Your snakes useless to me.”
Ophis silent—slightly nodded—said quite innocently.
“Then—we cooperate now.”
For some reason—Aslan now felt slight guilt persuading innocent naive Cute Dragon.
After all—from now—Ophis was his accomplice.
Yes—accomplice in awakening Dystopia.
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Title: Algol Is Taking Action
On the other side, Algol—who had just set foot on Earth—looked up at the sky in surprise.
“What kind of faith is this? Divine power spreading across the entire planet?”
“Yahweh?”
Algol’s expression shifted slightly, but she quickly realized.
This should be what Aslan called the 【System】.
She narrowed her eyes, gazing upward. Her sight pierced through barriers, seeing this world’s sky—deep into Heaven surrounded by Angels at its core.
There, she saw a twelve-winged Angel struggling to control a very rudimentary world-view power device, desperately maintaining elemental stability.
“As expected, it’s that 【System】.”
Algol said knowingly. If only based on Aslan’s verbal description—there were limitations.
She was almost frightened. Thought Yahweh wasn’t dead—managing his base here.
Good thing she didn’t come with Aslan—otherwise she might’ve lost face.
“But it really looks like Yahweh’s handiwork. Could this Biblical God be Yahweh’s counterpart?”
Algol’s expression was odd.
No wonder Aslan said this world might truly awaken Dystopia.
“And that 【System】—why does it feel so similar to the Holy Spirit Spirit Status? Truly worthy of being Yahweh’s counterpart?”
Algol muttered—narrowing eyes—remotely invading the World Management System in Michael’s hands.
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Currently—in Heaven.
Michael—unaware a great demon observed him from afar—suddenly changed expression—looking at the 【System】 core before him with shock and joy.
【Materials... Repair... Revival...】
A series of information emanated from the brightly glowing 【System】 core.
A vast will seemed painfully awakening now.
Soon—Heaven was on full alert.
All Angels received orders to leave the human world—withdraw completely. The Four Great Seraphs changed appearances—secretly left Heaven in groups—quietly gathering special materials worldwide.
These actions confused other Pantheons—but fearing the possibly undead Biblical God—they dared not act—only cautious.
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Meanwhile—on the plains.
Algol pretended to be the awakening Biblical God’s will—controlling Angels—clapped.
“Goodness—this world’s Biblical God personality exactly like Yahweh? If I wasn’t sure Yahweh truly dead—I’d almost think this was Yahweh’s incarnation.”
Algol’s expression very odd. Even counterparts wouldn’t be this similar, right?
“But this world’s Biblical God exhausted all power destroying Trihexa—fighting EXE world invasion—died for humanity?”
“Then why did that Yahweh think to incarnate as Dystopia? No wonder Aslan thought to awaken Yahweh?”
Algol muttered briefly. She always indifferent to such messy matters.
Thinking too much weighed her mind—and heavy mind made her less beautiful.
Anyway—whatever Aslan did—unconditional support was enough.
Now—with her Holy Cross association experience—she pretended to be Biblical God—mastered the System—also had Angels seek materials to strengthen it.
At least—for current Heaven Angels’ level—impossible to discover the fake Biblical God.
Angels nearly fully under her control. Even if Biblical God awakened—he might not reclaim it.
No—she’d add something to revival materials—so even if awakened—under her control.
Of course—if Yahweh awakened—different story.
“Angel side done—next Devils. Easy for Ai-chan.”
Do they know what Primordial Demon is? Initial Devil templates under Little Garden’s Cross God system—all created by her.
Need effort controlling weak devils from another world?
Algol could control them with one thought.
She moved her mind—turned—arrived in Underworld.
Upon reaching Underworld—Algol immediately observed surroundings. This might be her future residence.
But looking around—purple sky—dry black soil only growing special plants—slight sulfur smell in air.
“Really such fools…”
Algol’s mouth twitched—slightly silent.
Goodness—they truly built a world based on mythical Hell?
Such things usually just Three-Digits past boasting—tricking human faith. Who’d actually live here?
Such worlds generally playgrounds—or post-destruction worlds.
She truly didn’t expect fools willing to live here.
Wouldn’t normal world with singing birds—fragrant flowers—beautiful environment be better?
“Forget it. Let me see this world’s devils’ quality first? Handle this world’s Lilith first.”
Algol stretched lazily.
Anyway—her and Aslan’s division clear. Aslan handles public actions and trouble—she secretly cooperates—achieving her own goals.
Under purple sky—Algol narrowed eyes—remotely absorbed this world’s Lilith concept.
Next second—sensing wriggling black flesh mass in this world—her face drastically changed.
“What the hell? This is me in this world?”
Instantly—Algol stopped. Face pale.
*BOOM!*
Previously cloudy purple sky—now fierce winds—lightning strikes.
“Disgusting!”
After casually erasing this world’s Lilith concept—erasing all Lilith existence—replacing this world’s devil origins along timeline.
Only then she felt better.
No Lilith in this world. So-called Lilith—just legend she left creating devils past.
No devil noticed their blood origins replaced now.
If not allowing Little Garden’s Central Core to observe this world—this world actually just her toy. So-called causality—time—rules fragile as paper before Three-Digit.
“This is much better.”
Algol’s mood slightly relieved—since she just saw Aslan spear Lilith’s son dead.
This also reduced causality-time modification backlash.
Of course—Algol chose minimal change method—plus Historical Correction Force effect.
Modified and pre-modified history—no changes.
This way—she needn’t interact with these devils.
Though replaced devils’ origins—previous Lilith shadows not gone.
Even seeing these devils now—she still got goosebumps.
Almost instantly—she gave up interacting with this world’s devils.
As for living in Underworld? Forget it.
Algol preferred Demon Star—her previous seal.
But with seal released—modified by Aslan and her—Aslan created world matching her ideals inside—combined with devil concept.
That thing now like a love-binding item.
As for what she gave Buddha? Made in one second.
Without hesitation—Algol directly appeared in Demon Star on Aslan’s wrist.
Because of that Lilith—she didn’t even want to touch this world’s ground or air.
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“Hmm? Ai-chan?”
In the rural European church—after brief persuasion—Ophis accepted Aslan.
Though to Ophis—Aslan willing to cooperate—but more or less same.
Current Ophis sitting in Aslan’s lap—watching Hero Faction members crushed various ways by Aslan’s fictional Heroic Spirits.
Of course—Aslan still merciful. Only played one-on-one combat trials—not ancient heroes teaming against Hero Faction.
The latter true disaster.
“Why suddenly back?”
Aslan curiously asked—placing head atop Ophis’—playing with her small face.
Honestly—Ophis’ small face touch truly excellent.
Only regret—current Ophis too innocent and naive—too emotionless.
Though toyed by Aslan like this—she showed no reaction.
Can’t say no reaction. Essentially—Ophis didn’t know how to react.
But she couldn’t suppress strange heart feeling—didn’t know how to describe.
“I’m disgusted by this world’s Lilith. Why didn’t you tell me this world’s Lilith was like that?”
Algol’s tone full of complaints. She almost absorbed this world’s Lilith.
Such ugly existence would affect her beauty. Then Aslan might not see cute Ai-chan anymore.
“This world’s Lilith?”
Aslan’s expression odd. He recalled that giant flesh tumor. Well—marginal info—he unconsciously ignored.
“Hmph—forget it—who made Ai-chan beautiful and kind-hearted—I won’t blame you.”
Algol huffed several times—then shared this world’s Primordial Devil Spirit Status with Aslan.
Now—all this world’s devils like puppets before Aslan—teach—play—change as he wishes.
Aslan laughed heartily. Before saying anything—he sensed Spirit Status change—expression odd.
As for Algol—she continued her beauty routine.
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Title: Khaos Brigade, the Holy Crusade
After a while—more precisely, not too long, perhaps only about ten minutes—Aslan ended the trial.
He casually clapped his hands. The ancient heroes he created turned back into sheets of paper—flying back into the book in his hand.
“Alright, trial over. You’ve all greatly disappointed me. Ten minutes—and not one passed.”
Aslan shook his head disgustedly—his gaze not on the Hero Faction members.
Hearing that—everyone showed angry expressions—but none refuted.
All lay on the ground covered in wounds—panting—lacking even strength to respond.
Their only thought: curse. Was this a trial? Were these opponents humans could fight?
Which of Aslan’s summons matched their power? At least one level higher.
Hero Faction’s strength wasn’t weak—inheriting ancient heroes’ souls—at least High-Class Devil power—true. But why send Devil King-class opponents?
Devil King-class—fight with what?
Devil King-class—in Little Garden standards—ordinary Five-Digit—equivalent to Shirayuki-hime.
Only Dragon God-class reached Four-Digit.
If Aslan hadn’t stopped early—they wouldn’t just lie panting—but stop breathing.
“However—considering your birthplace like this—I won’t demand too much.”
Aslan held his chin—slightly nodded. Though he deliberately controlled power—they averaged ten minutes. Decent—still usable.
“So—who among you still objects to my leadership of Khaos Brigade next?”
He changed topic—narrowed eyes—stared at kneeling prostrating Old Devil King Faction—Nilrem—Qlippoth.
Of course—also Hero Faction—Khaos Brigade’s hardest bone.
After long—no answer. Aslan nodded satisfied—pinched Ophis’ small face.
“Very good—seems no one objects.”
Who dared object?
He killed Rizevim—one of Three Transcendent Devils with Sacred Gear Canceller—in one strike—easily summoned horde of Devil King-class existences.
Moreover—former leader Ophis didn’t object. How dare they?
Even openly claiming top ten strongest in world—few would say no.
Aslan looked around—clapped. Instantly—everyone back in church.
Hero Faction’s severe wounds instantly healed—as if eternal frozen land transfer mere illusion.
No—not illusion!
Cao Cao touched faintly aching stomach—clearly realized power gap with Aslan.
He also discarded small intent to contact Indra. So-called Hero Faction actually Indra’s private army in Khaos Brigade.
He—even after awakening Sacred Gear—found by Sun Wukong—reported to Indra—became Indra-nurtured hero.
In this world Sun Wukong actually Indra’s subordinate. Funny.
Indra peer persecution +1 again.
Currently—Aslan placed Ophis aside—wore linen priest robes—hung cracked cross pendant on chest—held Bible.
Holy light and white doves flying who-knows-when—further showed divine holiness.
Now—this church no longer Khaos Brigade headquarters—but holy church of Jesus’ second coming.
Jeanne saw Jesus standing church center—couldn’t help folding hands praying.
(Lord—have You truly descended?)
Jeanne’s eyes showed slight fanaticism.
But present devils felt uncomfortable. Strong holy light power nearly took their lives.
“Brothers and sisters—don’t you think there are too many heresies in this world now?”
Aslan spread arms—shouted passionately—as if stirring present people’s emotions.
But everyone could only frown. Perhaps—those present were the greatest heretics?
And—Leader—if you don’t restrain that Holy Light soon—Khaos Brigade devils will be killed by you.
“Thus—Khaos Brigade’s goal: eradicate all heresies—spread God’s Light worldwide.”
“Then unite all unifiable forces—to save the world—face possible EXE world invasion in thirty years.”
If causing trouble—Aslan always liked doing it grandly.
Walk Earth as Holy Son—place entire world under Christianity—make all believers.
Gather world’s power to fight soon-invading EXE world.
This way—he could try fixing Truth 【Miracle】 while Little Garden’s Central Core observes and determines achievements.
After all—broken Truth 【Miracle】 like that—truly too wasteful.
As for this world’s gods—since Christianity acknowledges One God—all other gods reduced to demons.
Perfect way achieving his and Algol’s goals simultaneously.
Currently—after Aslan finished words—Jeanne suddenly stood—raised Holy Sword she created flag-like.
She loudly responded to Aslan.
“Eradicate heresies—spread God’s Light worldwide!!”
Instantly—Jeanne’s words ignited entire church atmosphere.
All Khaos Brigade members stood—shouted loudly.
“Eradicate heresies—spread God’s Light worldwide!!”
“Eradicate heresies—spread God’s Light worldwide!!”
Even Khaos Brigade devils and fallen angels couldn’t help shouting. Moment unexpectedly harmonious.
But unlike church fanatic Jeanne—Cao Cao’s focus truly different.
Jeanne focused on Holy Son Jesus spreading God’s Light worldwide. What church and fanatics like them most anticipated.
Cao Cao focused on Aslan’s second sentence: save the world—face EXE world invasion in thirty years!
For Hero Faction determined surpassing ancestors’ achievements—this truly excited them.
What meaning challenging various mythologies? What more thrilling than saving world from other-world invaders?
Hero Faction members ultimately just youths. In passion surge—easily drawn by Aslan.
After long—fanatic followers finally stopped shouting. Cao Cao stood—asked very excitedly.
“What you said about saving the world—is it true?”
Aslan smiled.
“Of course true. EXE world is where Machine Evil Gods and Spirit Gods conflict. Machine Evil Gods invaded and destroyed many worlds past—next target Earth.”
“In future I saw—EXE Evil God in dimensional gap directly beheaded Great Red.”
Aslan didn’t hide—directly said known info. Only sufficient urgency—his world expedition and conquest pace faster.
Saying that—Aslan pinched Ophis’ small face. Slightly guilty Ophis gripped Aslan’s clothes hem.
“We’re cooperating. You help me defeat Great Red—and help expel that Evil God.”
Ophis didn’t understand—why so many issues just to sleep back in dimensional gap?
Great Red expelled her—enough. But stronger existence also targeting gap.
She didn’t care if Earth attacked. Only cared why outsiders always came to her gap.
She hated others entering her gap.
That was her home.
Hearing that—Aslan glanced at Ophis—smiled shook head.
“But I only promised help expel Great Red.”
“You lied—you clearly said I help awaken someone—you help me reclaim dimensional gap.”
Ophis puffed small face angrily—said to Aslan.
Unprecedented—Ophis expressed such strong emotion—spoke such long sentence.
Aslan stared—faint smile in eyes.
Seems this Infinite Cute Dragon not that simple. Could even exploit wording loophole when Aslan spoke.
Of course—Aslan felt more sudden intelligence from over-worrying about gap.
“You promised me—can’t break promise.”
Ophis said very guiltily.
“Fine fine—I promised—but Evil God power too strong. Your reward helping awaken someone definitely insufficient.”
Aslan changed topic—started fair trade talk with Ophis.
Ophis startled—said confusedly.
“Then what else do you want?”
Aslan held chin—observed Ophis up down.
“I want you.”
Ophis shook head—firmly refused.
“No—I want return home.”
She only wanted back to dimensional gap—maintain silence.
“I can bring your home too.”
Aslan grinned—said quite confidently.
As Planeswalker—he could cut entire dimensional gap—make land card—carry anywhere.
Ophis stunned—showed puzzled expression.
“I just want back home?”
Her brain slightly overloaded. Bringing home along seemed possible? And prevent others occupying?
After long—Ophis nodded.
“As long as you help reclaim home—I’ll be yours.”
“Good.”
Aslan smiled happily. As expected—innocent dragon like Ophis easiest to persuade.
Look—she sold herself—but still helped count money.
Sin—truly too sinful.
