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🕑 Added 2025-11-08 10:16:10 +0000 UTCTitle: Farewell, Your Majesty the Queen, the Only Eternal Sun in My Heart
Within the endless chaos, the golden sun continued to expand, illuminating this chaos.
Boundaries began to clarify within the chaos: sky and earth, day and night, light and dark, fantasy and reality, life and death, spring, summer, autumn, and winter, the boundaries between stars and stars...
Countless boundaries separated the chaos, the irregular chaos evolving toward order.
The ability of boundaries is one that can fundamentally overturn everything in the world.
It is because of boundaries that all things can exist. Without the water’s surface, a lake cannot exist; without the mountain’s ridge, mountains and sky cannot exist.
Without boundaries, the world itself cannot exist.
This is a fundamental power touching the deepest roots of the world, and also the Boundary Truth mastered by the Halloween Queen.
What is called the ability to summon monsters beyond her limits is merely a partial description of the truth she masters.
Yet now, no matter how extremely she escalates, no matter how she radiates her Spirit Status and unleashes her truth—
All of it is useless against the true monster she cannot comprehend.
“The authority over boundaries has been seized?”
The Halloween Queen opened her mouth in shock. She couldn’t imagine what kind of monster Judas had summoned.
Though its Spirit Status was far lower than hers, and it had no truth in its body—merely by existing here, it rendered her utterly powerless, able only to await death.
Omniscience and Omnipotence? What exactly is Omniscience and Omnipotence? Even Little Garden’s Central Core might not comprehend true Omniscience and Omnipotence.
All Little Garden’s Central Core can do is limited Omniscience and Omnipotence within its domain—only its domain is slightly vast.
But that doesn’t mean limited Omniscience and Omnipotence is weak—like a monster that can destroy the multiverse with five kilograms of Psychic power.
Output can never limit Omniscience and Omnipotence. The only thing that can limit it is will.
Without will, Omniscience and Omnipotence mean nothing. Without meaning, it does not exist.
The Monotheistic God Yahweh summoned by Judas right now is exactly like that.
He merely stands there, rendering the Halloween Queen powerless. Unable to attack, unable to interfere, unable to comprehend.
Thus, the Halloween Queen can hold on for a moment, not instantly defeated.
Yet now, seeing the fake Last King’s Spirit Status taken from Aslan’s body, the Halloween Queen smiled bitterly.
“Haha, in the end, I truly deserved it.”
The Halloween Queen never expected this was originally a joke she and Aslan planned for the gods.
But who would have thought—just for a joke—the Christian Holy Son would sacrifice everything, even going truly insane to obtain it?
Or, who could have imagined? Just as she never expected the Holy Son was truly Judas.
Now, she seemed to already see it—Judas using his last breath to command the Monotheistic God before him to kill her.
Wanting to perish together with her.
“Shiroyasha and Aslan, this time I was truly harmed by you two.”
The Halloween Queen sighed softly, retracting her Spirit Status, gathering her Authorities, and finally tidying her appearance once more.
Smiling, she looked toward the Monotheistic God slowly beginning to move before her.
She knew that as long as she canceled Khaos’s summoning and reconnected with Little Garden’s Central Core, she could escape this predicament.
The Winds of Decadence would emerge and cleanse all demons and monsters.
But summoning the Winds of Decadence also has a price. Once Two-Digit-level Winds of Decadence blow, what is cleansed won’t just be the Monotheistic God before her.
Little Garden, human history—everything would end.
She, the Halloween Queen, could not sacrifice Little Garden, sacrifice human history, just to survive.
Better to sacrifice herself and vanish together with this Monotheistic God that should not exist.
“I hope after I’m gone, you can take good care of the Halloween Queen Community.”
The golden-haired Queen in a blazing red dress—stubborn to the end—closed her eyes, preparing to welcome her own end.
The Halloween Queen—one of the three Problem Children who had never lost—would finally welcome her great defeat at this moment.
Only her defeat was the most painful—sacrificing her life.
Star Spirits cannot die. To kill a Star Spirit, all corresponding stars in the infinite worlds must be destroyed simultaneously.
To kill her, all suns must be destroyed.
But that is only under normal circumstances. In the current situation, Omniscience and Omnipotence can certainly erase her without destroying all suns.
“Your Majesty the Queen, why close your eyes at this moment?”
Right then, a familiar voice exploded in her ears. The Halloween Queen’s eyelids trembled slightly.
Was it an auditory hallucination? No? It wasn’t.
It was Aslan wearing Arthur’s skin—who, unbeknownst when, had already appeared before her.
Seeing Aslan, the Halloween Queen slightly tilted her head, staring at him with slight confusion.
“What are you doing here?”
As she spoke, the Halloween Queen raised her hand to send Aslan away. Sacrificing her alone was enough.
There was no need to let Aslan—a promising future Creator God—also sacrifice himself here.
And this was ultimately her fault. This was a problem she caused—so wasn’t it normal to end it with her life?
Just like Judas—in his final moments before death—commanded Yahweh to kill the Halloween Queen.
In his view, all this was the Halloween Queen’s plan. Even if he died, he must drag her to hell with him.
“Of course, to protect you, Your Majesty the Queen.”
Aslan slightly bowed to the Halloween Queen, holding back the hand preparing to send him away.
Aslan gently grasped the Halloween Queen’s hand and kissed it while bowing.
Then, he turned, staring firmly at the vast and indescribable Monotheistic God in the distance.
Suddenly, endless light gathered in his hand, condensing the ancient Star Holy Sword—as if it had existed since the planet’s birth.
At the same time, in the depths of chaos—at that initial singularity—a pillar of light piercing heaven and earth appeared.
The power of the Star Holy Sword in Aslan’s hand also began swelling rapidly, as if without upper limit.
Until it reached a level sufficient to rival the Monotheistic God before him.
“What’s happening? Wasn’t that fake?”
Judas—his body pierced by spear and sword, on the brink of death—stared at the Star Holy Sword in Aslan’s hand, unable to help widening his eyes.
“This Last King’s Spirit Status… wasn’t it fictional?”
He was unwilling. Why?
Why was the Last King’s Spirit Status fake in his hands, having no effect on him?
But in Aslan’s hands, it was real.
“Perhaps, perhaps you weren’t worthy?”
Indra added a soft strike—like a sharp sword piercing Judas’s heart.
“Hahaha…”
Judas laughed heartily, as if he had shattered.
He seemed to understand something.
He felt that his Two-Digit life was truly full of drama.
Rising to that position was purely due to Jesus’s advantage, and his fall was deserved.
Virtue not matching position inevitably brings disaster.
Is this what “virtue not matching position” means?
Then amid laughter, Judas truly lost his breath.
Prithvi looked at Judas with pity. It could only be said Judas’s death was well-deserved. If only this man hadn’t been so greedy, he wouldn’t have ended like this.
On the other side, the Halloween Queen raised her head, looking at Aslan blocking her path.
For some reason, a sudden sense of security emerged in her heart—like a tall knight appearing before a frail princess.
No—the word “like” should be removed.
At this moment, her long-frozen heart beat again. A strange feeling surged within her.
But Aslan didn’t know what the Halloween Queen was thinking. He only somehow felt a cold sweat.
(Damn, overacting too much.)
His body was slightly unable to withstand such immense power.
Little Garden’s Central Core support for him was certainly not without cost. After Aslan finished charging and swung this sword, he would certainly cleanse the Monotheistic God bug that should not exist.
But one troublesome thing: Arthur’s current Spirit Status was still Four-Digit level.
The Last King’s Spirit Status also hadn’t reached Two-Digit level. The Star Holy Sword’s output limit was only Three-Digit level.
That was Three-Digit—not like existences written as Three-Digit but actually no different from Two-Digit, like the Halloween Queen.
The Three-Digit output limit of the Star Holy Sword was like a Four-Digit Outlier compared to Three-Digit—truly invincible in the Lower Layers.
But in the Upper Layers, it wasn’t even comparable to an ordinary Three-Digit.
Arthur’s Spirit Status, plus the Last King’s Spirit Status, plus three Star Holy Sword output channels to reach Two-Digit—even for an output that could erase the Monotheistic God bug in one strike—was still somewhat difficult.
Cracks slowly appeared on Aslan’s skin, and the sound of glass breaking rang out.
Even the Star Holy Sword was somewhat unable to withstand this output.
Aslan wasn’t Zeus, who had accumulated power for years. Moreover, currently, with Khaos’s isolation, Little Garden’s Central Core could only support him to have output capable of erasing the Monotheistic God.
(No!)
Suddenly, the Halloween Queen’s heart pounded.
A panicked feeling emerged. She unconsciously reached out, wanting to stop Aslan.
But Aslan’s current body was so fragile that even a light touch would shatter it.
“This is the Salvation War!!!”
Finally, endless light flowed from the Holy Sword, tearing through chaos and also erasing the Monotheistic God.
Light from Little Garden’s Central Core finally descended. Pitch-black Winds of Decadence slowly blew, cleansing this final trace.
Only Aslan before the Halloween Queen slowly vanished, leaving behind one shattered Star Holy Sword.
“Farewell, Your Majesty the Queen, the only eternal sun in my heart…”
The Halloween Queen silently took the shattered Star Holy Sword—no longer possessing its former glory—and fell silent.
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At the former location of Outer Gate 7777, Aslan stared painfully at the cracked Arthur Planeswalker card.
“It really almost broke.”
“But after repair, it should be able to maintain one Two-Digit output under normal conditions.”
Shiroyasha glanced at him, understanding Aslan’s return meant no major issues, and felt relieved.
“By the way, why didn’t Halloween come back with you?”
“I left first, and canceled the Arthur identity before leaving.”
Aslan said with slight pride. This time he had truly escaped the Halloween Queen.
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Title: You’d Better Pray You’re Really Not Arthur
Little Garden, Outer Gate 500, Hall of the Gods.
The knowledgeable Three-Digits had cleared the place and gathered here, awaiting Indra’s return.
At the same time, they used the Heavenly Army’s artifact to observe the former site of Outer Gate 7777.
After all, this was a long-standing confrontation between the strongest experts, one that almost completely determined Little Garden’s future situation.
For most Almighty Domains without a Two-Digit backing them, taking sides was a very serious matter.
Grass on the fence might not end well.
They had absolutely no chance to interfere in the current situation—not even daring to speak. But they knew this was already the best outcome for them.
The Hall of the Gods—meant for divine debates—was now silent as a graveyard, no one daring to show themselves.
All awaited the return of Indra, Lord of the Heavenly Army and Chairman of the Divine Council.
To inform them of the outcome of the battle between Judas and the Halloween Queen.
Soon, the image on the Observer’s Eye in the temple’s center shifted. Outer Gate 7777—originally left with only bare ground—now had an extra layer of rubble.
They knew the fight had ended.
“Hmm? Why is one person missing? Where’s the little knight from the Queen’s family?”
In the Hall of the Gods, an exquisitely beautiful goddess licked her lips and said with slight confusion.
She quite liked the Halloween Queen’s little knight. If possible, spending a spring night with him wouldn’t be bad.
“Who knows? Maybe he got caught in the shockwave.”
“Stop talking—Indra’s starting to communicate with Shiroyasha.”
“Hey, Indra, how did the fight between that Halloween woman and Judas go?”
Shiroyasha was very proactive, staring curiously at Indra and Prithvi.
But why did Indra’s expression look like he’d just seen a ghost?
Indra looked at Aslan and rubbed his eyes hard.
Then he widened them, circled Aslan, even patted his shoulder and poked his cheek.
“No, you’re okay?”
Indra was truly confused now. He had just confirmed that the Arthur summoned by the Halloween Queen was a skin worn by Aslan.
He was still mourning Arthur’s death and thinking about how to explain this to Shiroyasha.
After all, he had traded himself for one Two-Digit. Even he had to praise it—this was a great achievement he himself couldn’t accomplish.
Yet upon returning, he saw Aslan standing here lively.
(No, are you Arthur or not?)
Indra was now truly baffled. He thought he had seen through this kid’s skin, but now—the more he looked, the more he felt he was wrong.
“What about me?”
Aslan awkwardly brushed off Indra’s hand and said with a strange expression.
“I was just standing next to the Boss. What could happen? But why don’t I see the Last King?”
Aslan asked while hooking Indra’s neck.
Indra fell silent for a moment, his expression slightly twisting as he stared at Aslan.
He truly wasn’t sure now whether this Aslan was Arthur or not.
“Old Indra, can you tell us what really happened out there?”
“Arthur sacrificed himself.”
Indra said in a deep voice.
Regarding this, no one was surprised. After all, it was a Two-Digit confrontation. Arthur—a lucky Four-Digit holding the Last King’s Spirit Status—would be strange if he didn’t die.
Judas was targeting the Last King’s Spirit Status.
The next second, the gods didn’t dare continue listening.
“Judas is dead too.”
“What???”
Shiroyasha was stunned. What did he mean Judas died?
“He was a Two-Digit. How could he die??”
Three-Digits could be resurrected via Human History readings—let alone Two-Digits.
To erase a Two-Digit, besides destroying the truth they represent, it was nearly impossible to kill them.
The Hall of the Gods fell silent again.
Everyone doubted their ears, wondering if they had misheard.
Just now—a Two-Digit died? A Universal Truth?
Truly dead—not just sealed?
“Yes, dead—died right before our eyes.”
As if sensing Shiroyasha and the others’ disbelief, Indra explained again.
However, he still hid something. He didn’t say Judas was killed by them.
This matter was too shocking. At least these two living gods couldn’t bear such a great achievement.
“Killed directly by that Arthur.”
Indra said slowly, curiously observing Aslan’s expression.
Aslan was stunned for a moment, widening his eyes at Indra.
(No, why are you spouting nonsense?)
But coincidentally, he “wasn’t there,” so he could only let Indra blame Arthur’s skin.
Little Garden would change. The impact of one Two-Digit falling was too great.
No one could predict how the situation would develop next.
The only certainty was that the intensity of the next Campione War might escalate.
Though unclear what happened, one thing was sure: the Last King’s Spirit Status had now at least reached Two-Digit level.
“The young ones nowadays… are they all monsters?”
After a long while, an old god trembled and sighed.
From Canaria, to Aslan, and now this Arthur—Little Garden truly produced monsters often.
But the only thing to be grateful for was that Arthur was dead. This death was truly good.
The Last King’s position was now vacant.
“However, the only regret is the Halloween Queen. She’s still outside, not yet regained consciousness after so long.”
Indra sighed, looking at Aslan with slight schadenfreude.
(You’d better pray you’re really not Arthur. Otherwise, you might be in trouble next.)
That line—“Farewell, Your Majesty the Queen, the only eternal sun in my heart…”—gave him chills.
Moreover, he used a Four-Digit body, fought desperately before the Halloween Queen, and defeated that Monotheistic God.
Indra couldn’t imagine what kind of ruthless woman could withstand such an attack.
If he wasn’t mistaken, the Halloween Queen seemed ready to sacrifice herself.
But at the last moment—the most terrifying one—she was saved by Arthur sacrificing himself.
The Halloween Queen’s silent expression looking at the shattered sword even made him tear up a bit.
Yet the person involved was inside, playing heartlessly with Shiroyasha.
(Tch tch tch ~~ Tease and leave—you’re really something.)
“No, impossible…”
Instantly, Aslan broke into cold sweat.
He hadn’t realized at all—he just wanted to act cool for a moment, just big talk. It shouldn’t have a big impact, right…
It shouldn’t…
For some reason, a bad feeling emerged in his heart. He was now truly panicking.
“Gulp…”
Aslan unconsciously swallowed.
An indescribable gaze fell on him.
He slightly tilted his head, and a bright red figure reflected in his eyes.
It was the Halloween Queen.
The word Damn flashed in Aslan’s mind.
The Halloween Queen smiled—smiled very brightly.
But for some reason, Aslan felt a chilling sensation.
If the previous Halloween Queen only targeted him due to Aslan’s connection with Shiroyasha and his own potential—
Now Aslan felt like the Halloween Queen wanted to swallow him whole and skin him alive.
Though he wasn’t sure if this description was accurate—that’s how it felt.
“Boss, help me!!!”
Aslan unconsciously sent a distress signal to Shiroyasha. Shiroyasha blocked in front of Aslan.
Facing the Halloween Queen, she said with slight pride.
“What are you looking at? What? Never seen my subordinate god?”
“Don’t you have your own subordinate god? That one named Arthur—why not look at your own subordinate god?”
Facing Shiroyasha’s taunt, the Halloween Queen’s expression froze. She said with slight loneliness.
“He sacrificed himself—to protect me.”
For some reason, hearing this, Aslan felt a slight guilt.
But the point was he hadn’t confirmed any relationship with the Halloween Queen.
(Why does it now feel subtly like an ex-boyfriend has died?)
Aslan was now that ex-boyfriend.
“Before he left, he also said, ‘You are the only eternal sun in my heart.’”
Speaking of this, the Halloween Queen’s face showed slight longing. She stared at Shiroyasha.
“I just don’t know about your subordinate god?”
Hearing that, Shiroyasha fell silent for a moment. She turned her head and looked at Aslan with a testing gaze.
Aslan’s expression was slightly awkward.
For some reason, a strange unpleasant feeling emerged in Shiroyasha’s heart—like when Algol stayed in Aslan’s room before.
No—this discomfort was more unpleasant than before.
This was a declaration of war. This was the Halloween Queen’s declaration of war to fully seize Aslan.
Forcibly suppressing the discomfort in her heart, Shiroyasha forced a smile and patted Aslan’s shoulder.
“Isn’t it just status in a subordinate’s heart? Come on, Aslan—show the Halloween Queen.”
On one side was Shiroyasha full of expectation; on the other was the Halloween Queen staring at him with a smile that wasn’t a smile.
Aslan felt that no matter which he chose, the Death Star above his head would shine.
Cold sweat poured down. So, what to do next?
He hadn’t even confirmed any relationship with them… Why had he fallen into a Shuraba?
(Omniscient and Omnipotent Little Garden’s Central Core, where are you? Please help a little.)
【Handle it yourself!!!】
Then Aslan’s expression twisted even more.
(Damn, if the answer isn’t good, even Little Garden’s Central Core will be offended.)
(So, forgive me, Halloween Queen.)
“There are two suns in the sky—you both are the suns in my heart!!!”
Die then die!!!
-
Title: Stop Fighting, You Two!!!
Hero! A true hero!
(I, Indra, am willing to call you, Aslan, the strongest true man in Little Garden.)
Indra’s eyes widened in admiration and fear after hearing Aslan’s words.
He looked at the two women with the extremely low air pressure and patted Aslan’s shoulder with slight sympathy.
(Brother, I salute you as a man!)
The moment those words left his mouth, Aslan felt a slight regret. Now two icy gazes—almost capable of freezing him into an ice block—fell on him.
Being stared at simultaneously by the Halloween Queen and Shiroyasha made Aslan’s scalp tingle.
He looked at Indra with pleading eyes.
(Old Indra, you’re experienced—there must be a way, right?)
Aslan tightly gripped Indra’s hand.
(Take me away! I’ll immediately take over as Lord of the Heavenly Army!)
From Aslan’s eyes, Indra read that intent. But he glanced at one of the women behind Aslan.
(Let go!)
Indra warned Aslan with his eyes.
What Lord of the Heavenly Army? He was still perfectly fine in this position!
(Abdicate? I’m not dead yet, and you already want to seize the throne?)
Then, under Aslan’s nearly desperate gaze, Indra released his hand and left without a shred of compassion.
Indra turned, patting his chest with lingering fear.
“Scary… Good thing I ran fast.”
It wasn’t that he, Indra, didn’t want to help Aslan—it was just that if he did, the next second, the two suns in Aslan’s heart might crash down on the Heavenly Army headquarters.
He, a minor god with no power or influence, truly couldn’t withstand the pressure from two great Star Spirits.
This suit was very expensive, you know. It’d be bad if it got splattered with blood.
Indra left without a hint of nostalgia, leaving only Aslan—back turned to Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen—staring desperately at Indra’s retreating back.
As for Prithvi?
Prithvi had long sensed the wrong atmosphere and left first.
She was a veteran gossip lover and knew how to read the room perfectly. Better not eat melons that weren’t meant for her.
Now, in the entire field, only Shiroyasha, the Halloween Queen, and Aslan remained.
Aslan had no more room to escape.
Even Shiroyasha—who thought she’d always maintain a Boss attitude to protect Aslan—now stared at him cynically.
“Two suns in the sky, hehe—you’re really something.”
Hearing that, Aslan didn’t dare move an inch. His heart pounded as he listened to Shiroyasha approaching step by step.
Then a heavy hammer fell, striking Aslan’s head.
“Looks like I need to make you realize how to respect your Boss and be a good subordinate god.”
Aslan couldn’t help inhaling sharply from the pain.
But at the same time, he felt relieved inside. Shiroyasha hadn’t hit too hard. A strike like this meant, in Shiroyasha’s view, the matter might be settled.
(Boss, truly—I’m moved to tears~)
Next, only the Halloween Queen remained.
Aslan secretly wiped a tear from the corner of his eye, cautiously raising his head to look at the pale-faced Halloween Queen.
Unlike Shiroyasha, the Halloween Queen’s personality was the hardest to predict.
As if sensing Aslan’s gaze, the corner of the Halloween Queen’s mouth curved slightly, and her smile grew much brighter.
She walked before Aslan with slight pity, using her boundary power to help heal Aslan’s wounds.
Though there were actually no wounds—not even side effects.
“Really, Shiroyasha—why hit your own subordinate god so hard? Even I can’t bear to watch.”
“How about this—are you interested in working for me?”
Right then, Shiroyasha couldn’t hold back anymore.
The hand the Halloween Queen extended toward Aslan was tightly gripped by Shiroyasha.
“Halloween, what do you mean?”
Shiroyasha’s face twitched slightly, staring sharply at the Halloween Queen while protectively blocking in front of Aslan.
“Your knight is dead—stop teasing other people’s subordinate gods.”
Instantly, Aslan felt the air temperature rise by dozens of degrees. Even the sun in the sky somehow grew much larger.
(Oh oh, this Halloween Queen is truly angry.)
(No, are they really going to fight?)
“What if I say I want to?”
The Halloween Queen chuckled softly. The golden sunlight in the sky intensified several times.
Of course, Shiroyasha wasn’t about to lose. Her small body rapidly grew more mature than the Halloween Queen’s.
In the sky, a silent, sacred white sun filled the other half, competing with the golden sun.
It could only be said that fortunately, no one else was at Outer Gate 7777 right now. Otherwise, this scene wouldn’t be any better than the Ten Suns Patrolling the Sky back then.
Seeing Shiroyasha’s familiar posture and dominant expression, the Halloween Queen suddenly felt this was the real Shiroyasha.
As for the previous Shiroyasha—she was just a tamed Yasha by the gods, like that monkey.
“Why? Looking at me with a relieved face?”
Shiroyasha stared suspiciously at the Halloween Queen. She felt this woman’s gaze was very uncomfortable.
“And don’t think by acting soft, I’ll hand Aslan over to you.”
“I don’t need you to hand him over either.”
The Halloween Queen’s face returned to her relaxed smile.
“There are two suns in the sky. Wouldn’t only one remain if one were knocked down?”
As she spoke, the Halloween Queen’s gaze faintly drifted toward Aslan. She wanted to see how much longer Aslan would pretend to be dead.
“You want to fight? Then I’ll keep you company to the end.”
Shiroyasha said with cold eyes and threatening momentum.
Decide Aslan’s ownership through battle? Good idea. She still had some confidence in her combat power.
“As if you could beat me.”
The Halloween Queen said with a smile, strong threat in her eyes.
She couldn’t defeat the Yahweh summoned by Judas, but couldn’t she defeat Shiroyasha?
Either way, the one who definitely wouldn’t lose was her!
Both sides stared at each other with threatening momentum.
The surrounding temperature rose higher, the ground faintly showing signs of melting.
The two massive suns in the sky also grew larger, until one Outer Gate sky wasn’t enough for two suns.
“Stop fighting, you two!!!”
Aslan leaned on his spear, standing very weakly. But he was currently too frail.
Just standing upright already exhausted all his strength.
His voice to stop them naturally became weaker and more helpless.
But this voice didn’t escape Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen’s attention. After seeing Aslan’s condition—
Almost without hesitation, Shiroyasha instantly appeared beside Aslan, holding him up.
“Hey, Aslan—you’re not really hurt, are you?”
“You’re right—releasing Two-Digit output with Four-Digit Spirit Status—something would be wrong if nothing happened. I should’ve realized this earlier.”
Shiroyasha said with slight panic and self-blame.
She forgot Aslan was now only Four-Digit. How could he kill a Two-Digit like Judas without paying a price?
Back then, Zeus—just to repel Typhon—divided his Spirit Status among countless heroes and Zeus’s sons. Though he received feedback from their merits, he still lay like a corpse until now.
If even Zeus was like that, what about Aslan?
On the other side, the Halloween Queen’s heart pounded.
She clutched her chest, feeling her current emotions. For some reason, fear emerged in her heart.
She also wanted to hold Aslan like Shiroyasha, but she feared Aslan would shatter before her like before.
Aslan’s current condition was exactly like after releasing the Star Holy Sword outside.
Fragile—as if a gentle breeze would blow him away until he vanished.
Thinking this, the Halloween Queen closed her eyes, as if having made a decision.
The next second, she also appeared beside Aslan, smiling at him.
“Shiroyasha, if you can’t heal, don’t be so rough. What if his wounds worsen?”
Shiroyasha opened her mouth, wanting to say something, but couldn’t.
She was right—this woman’s boundary truth was extremely versatile. Not just summoning, but with many tricks. Healing wounds was certainly no problem.
In healing, perhaps only Nuwa’s Creation could compare.
After a while, however, Aslan’s wounds showed no signs of improving—in fact, they faintly trended toward worsening.
Shiroyasha stared suspiciously at the Halloween Queen.
“You said you’d heal? Why is it worse now?”
The Halloween Queen’s smile froze. She also didn’t understand why her healing had no effect on Aslan at all.
Whether boundary of injured or uninjured, boundary of life and death, boundary of real and fake—none had the slightest effect on Aslan.
There was even a faint rejection emerging.
This rejection was what worsened Aslan’s wounds.
“As expected, my way is needed.”
Shiroyasha sneered, cutting her finger and squeezing out a drop of golden blood.
She planned to imitate Indra—dividing part of her Spirit Status to Aslan. This way, even if Aslan truly died, he could be resurrected on her Spirit Status.
But in exchange, Aslan would be bound to her forever.
However, Shiroyasha’s speed was slightly slow—because the Halloween Queen had already bitten the tip of her tongue and directly kissed Aslan right in front of Shiroyasha.
Aslan and Shiroyasha widened their eyes simultaneously.
“Halloween, what’s gotten into you!”
Shiroyasha stood up abruptly, saying angrily.
No—even if she wanted to seize Aslan? No need to go this far.
But the powerful golden Star Spirit aura and boundaries emerging on Aslan’s body made her extremely uncomfortable.
“Of course, to make Aslan fully part of my family—before you.”
Embracing Aslan, the Halloween Queen said slowly.
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Title: Damn Halloween Queen!!!
“Isn’t it normal for a Queen to give proper affection to a loyal knight?”
(But is that what shocked me?)
The corner of Shiroyasha’s mouth twitched uncontrollably. She glared at the Halloween Queen with a dark expression.
“You’re not trying to kidnap Aslan this way, are you?”
“Or… could it be you’ve actually been conquered by Aslan?”
Speaking to this point, Shiroyasha’s expression turned a bit strange.
The unexpected shock was too great, calming her down instead of fueling her emotions.
Was Aslan’s charm really that immense? She spent every day with him yet felt nothing.
She truly didn’t know how Algol and Athena had knelt under Aslan’s pants.
Now the Halloween Queen had to be added.
“You’re not seriously planning to become the wife of my subordinate god, are you?”
Speaking to this point, Shiroyasha grew a bit impatient.
Family could strictly mean a close relationship like junior or disciple. If the Halloween Queen truly had a relationship with Aslan—
Wouldn’t that mean she, Shiroyasha, automatically became one generation senior to the Halloween Queen?
Hearing Shiroyasha’s slightly excited words, the Halloween Queen raised an eyebrow and calmly said,
“You got one thing wrong. Right now, he should be part of my family.”
“What?”
This time, Shiroyasha was truly shocked.
Damn—she finally realized what the Halloween Queen had just done: dividing her Spirit Status to Aslan.
While she herself had only previously bestowed Divinity upon Aslan.
Dividing and sharing part of one’s Spirit Status, and bestowing Divinity—both create a family relationship, but there’s a difference between one family and another.
Can a subordinate god be the same as true family?
At this moment, the Halloween Queen calmly said,
“Oh right—now there’s not a trace of your aura left in his body. He’s already taken my form.”
(Halloween form… a more intimate family relationship…)
Shiroyasha’s face finally changed.
At this moment, the Halloween Queen didn’t forget to deliver the finishing blow, continuing softly,
“I suppose it won’t be long before all of Little Garden knows about our relationship.”
“Now, you’re the third party kept by my family.”
(No… I… You…)
Shiroyasha’s eyes spun. In this instant, she was dizzy from the Halloween Queen’s words.
“No! You’re the third party! Don’t forget this guy’s legal wife is Karyou!”
Karyou: Huh? I’m fighting the Halloween Queen?
Even Aslan, pretending to be dead, nearly couldn’t hold back.
(Shiroyasha, are you really willing to do anything not to lose to the Queen?)
The Halloween Queen couldn’t help covering her mouth and chuckling.
“Almost forgot—there’s that little bird too.”
Hearing Karyou might get involved, Aslan couldn’t stay silent this time. This was no longer a level where he could keep pretending to be dead.
Conflicts between Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen—let them stay between them. Aslan didn’t care, but if others got involved, he had to step in.
“Enough.”
Aslan growled softly, standing up from the embrace of the Halloween Queen and Shiroyasha.
His voice was full of strength—no longer the frail appearance from before.
The one gravely injured was Arthur—what did that have to do with Aslan?
“Naughty kid—so you weren’t hurt? You scared me.”
Teenage-girl Shiroyasha patted her chest, relieved.
She didn’t mind Aslan pretending to be injured—his earlier state had been somewhat frightening.
“I was almost hurt.”
Aslan sighed exhaustedly. If Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen truly fought, that would be the real problem.
Otherwise, why pretend to be sick—even if it was partly real, since his accounts weren’t linked?
Wasn’t it to prevent a fight between the Halloween Queen and Shiroyasha?
Both were existences that could go all-out in Little Garden. If they truly fought, could Little Garden survive?
The previous battle against Judas—if the Halloween Queen hadn’t summoned Khaos as the battlefield—countless worlds would have been destroyed, countless universes collapsed.
Now swapping to Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen—the battle’s scale would only be greater.
It would truly destroy Little Garden.
At this moment, Shiroyasha curiously stroked Aslan’s body—like Indra earlier.
No—this was even more excessive than Indra.
Shiroyasha’s small hands didn’t seem very proper—especially passing over Aslan’s six-pack abs, her speed even slowed. Especially when her cold fingertips touched.
It felt like Aslan was being molested by Shiroyasha.
“Had enough stroking?”
Aslan stared expressionlessly at Shiroyasha—stroking, rubbing, and tapping in front of him.
“Yo, angry.”
Shiroyasha looked up, glanced at him, and laughed.
“I’m your Main God. What’s wrong with inspecting a subordinate god’s body?”
(Is this what you call inspecting? I feel awkward exposing you.)
Aslan stared speechlessly at the shameless Shiroyasha. If she weren’t his Main God, she should be under him right now.
(And I’m explaining the reason—why are you starting to inspect?)
“Fine, fine. But why are you completely unharmed when earlier you looked half-dead?”
“No—more precisely, how did you survive in Arthur’s state?”
Shiroyasha was truly curious—especially the last question.
Aslan in Arthur’s state, to her, was like stuffing a multiverse into a water cup. The cup would definitely shatter.
Aslan in Arthur’s state was that shattered state—yet strangely, Aslan maintained the water cup’s form: only cracked, not destroyed.
Truly… miraculous.
“Isn’t this the effect of my Gift? I remember telling you—even a Two-Digit like you can’t affect it?”
Aslan stared speechlessly at Shiroyasha.
(Really lying around too long without using your brain—even your brain degraded?)
Wasn’t this something he told Shiroyasha when he first arrived in Little Garden?
“Ahem ahem~”
Shiroyasha coughed awkwardly twice, not daring to meet Aslan’s and the frowning Halloween Queen’s eyes beside him.
“Then what about the aftermath? The Arthur card should be destroyed, right?”
Shiroyasha raised her hand to her mouth, cleared her throat, and stiffly changed the topic.
“That needs to be discussed with my war spoils.”
Aslan nodded slightly, then pulled out a cracked Truth from Arthur’s Spirit Status.
“This… Truth?”
Shiroyasha widened her eyes, saying in slight disbelief. Though nearly destroyed, it was still Truth—a Two-Digit Universal Truth.
“Yes—this is Jesus’s Miracle Truth.”
If not for Judas’s overuse—even summoning the Monotheistic God Yahweh—Miracle wouldn’t possibly be damaged this far.
Miracle: turning the impossible into possible.
This was also the true reason a bug like the Monotheistic God could be summoned—because it was a miracle.
Now Arthur’s Spirit Status and Arthur card remaining intact—this too was a miracle.
As for how this fell into his hands—remember the previous Messiah Spirit Status? Part of the Miracle Truth was hidden within the Messiah Spirit Status.
After erasing the Monotheistic God—relying on Little Garden’s Central Core and the miracle brought by Miracle itself—
The Truth of Miracle that should have vanished was miraculously preserved—only needing repair.
“Naughty kid—you really hit the jackpot.”
Shiroyasha stared in shock at the Miracle in Aslan’s hand. She originally thought Aslan would only have Two-Digit Spirit Status thanks to the Last King—without matching Truth.
Now even Truth was there.
How long had it been? Aslan had stepped into the sky in one leap—becoming Two-Digit?
Only repairing Truth might be a bit troublesome.
“Lucky the Holy Son was Judas—otherwise I feel I might not have beaten the Holy Son.”
Shiroyasha sighed with slight shock.
Miracle—turning the impossible into possible—was enough to give Shiroyasha a headache.
“Unfortunately, repair might be a bit troublesome.”
Aslan said somewhat sadly—gathering enough miracles to repair the Miracle Truth.
Who knew how to gather enough miracles.
Shiroyasha’s eyelids twitched, holding back the urge to roll her eyes, saying in disbelief,
“Getting Truth for free—and you’re still unhappy? Want to trade for my Sun Authority?”
“Forget it—I don’t want it.”
Aslan shook his head without hesitation. Though Sun Authority’s value strictly equaled Truth—the point was, could he release Sun Authority? This thing was locked dead—forcibly turned into a charger and some Central Cap.
Don’t mention others—even current Shiroyasha couldn’t do such a thing. Maybe Shiroyasha during the Last Trial of Mankind could?
“Fine—the issue’s resolved. Time to head back.”
Aslan yawned. Today had truly exhausted him. Too many changes—he needed to sort and calm down.
Of course, most importantly—he’d finally diverted attention from the earlier issue. Not in vain pulling out this Truth war spoil.
Now, as long as he went home—the matter was settled.
“Wait!”
Shiroyasha suddenly called. Aslan’s heart pounded.
“Almost forgot—drink my blood. It’s time our relationship advances further.”
Aslan glanced awkwardly at the Halloween Queen. Seeing no reaction, he felt relieved.
“Alright.”
Saying so, Aslan stood, grabbed Shiroyasha’s hand, preparing to suck her finger.
The next second—the Halloween Queen swept her leg—knocking Aslan and Shiroyasha down together.
Then coincidentally—their lips met. Coincidentally, Aslan’s teeth grazed Shiroyasha’s tongue until it bled.
Feeling the sweetness in his mouth, Shiroyasha’s beautiful golden eyes, and the connection formed with Shiroyasha on his Spirit Status—
Aslan and Shiroyasha were both stunned—lying on the ground like that—only reacting after a while.
Aslan secretly glanced at Shiroyasha’s eyes for a moment—seeing her face full of shame and panic.
Stunned for a second—without hesitation, Aslan shouted,
“Damn Halloween Queen!!!”
Shiroyasha of course instantly understood Aslan’s meaning—and couldn’t help wailing,
“Damn Halloween Queen!!!”
Yes—exactly—this was all the Halloween Queen’s fault.
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Title: The Greatest Mastermind of Little Garden, Aslan
In the lower layer of the Northern District, at one of Hydra’s unknown bases.
Krishna was handling Hydra affairs, frowning. He looked at the one-eyed raven that appeared on his desk and asked while eyeing the scroll it carried.
“Information from where?”
“This is the latest intel on the Campione War.”
Odin bowed his head and placed the information down.
“The fake Christian Holy Son, Judas… has fallen.”
“What did you say? Say that again?”
Krishna was shocked and said in slight disbelief.
He quickly grabbed the scroll from the desk and scanned it, his brows furrowing.
“That shouldn’t be. He was Two-Digit—how could he fall?”
“This was at the Divine Council. That old dog Indra said it himself. He even released his memories.”
Odin hopped onto Krishna’s shoulder and explained in a very complex tone.
“But don’t misunderstand—the scale of a Two-Digit battle is indeed massive.”
“If I weren’t in Little Garden, I doubt I could have withstood the shockwaves.”
Krishna fell silent for a moment while reading the scroll, then spoke seriously with a hint of regret.
“Judas was truly a pity. If only he hadn’t been so hasty and resistant, he wouldn’t have been eliminated to death.”
Hearing this, Odin felt a chill run from his spine straight to his brain.
“How could that be… he was Two-Digit?”
Krishna gently shook his head.
“Maybe not eliminated to death—perhaps an accident.”
“Even if an accident… that accident is still shocking…”
Odin muttered for a moment and couldn’t help swallowing.
“What kind of accident could make two Universal Truths clash and end with one falling?”
Odin now only felt his scalp tingle. The implications behind it—he didn’t even dare think deeply.
Little Garden’s originally clear situation was now shrouded in fog. Odin only saw the current Little Garden as a massive whirlpool.
Even giants like Two-Digits—if dragged in—would find it hard to avoid falling.
“Heh, fallen? To me, it’s more like suicide.”
Krishna rolled up the scroll and tossed it aside. A dead Judas wasn’t worth wasting more energy on.
Odin shrank his neck, not daring to comment. His fear of Two-Digits made him—despite being sure Judas was dead—refrain from saying anything.
At this moment, Krishna leaned back in his chair, raising a hand to rub his brow.
“What’s there to fear? He was just a lucky fool who didn’t know how to seize opportunities.”
What is Spirit Status? It is the rank of life, the essence of life.
As the essence of life, Spirit Status will almost inevitably influence one’s will.
For example, a being who obtains Earth God Spirit Status will gradually love the earth and develop a broad heart; one with Demon Spirit Status will slowly become cruel and heartless; one with Buddha God Spirit Status will become arrogant…
This is the influence stemming from the essence of life. After all, someone who loves destruction and killing cannot become a God of Life.
Judas benefited from Jesus—of course he couldn’t avoid the influence, but he feared this change and rejected his own life essence.
He feared that under the Spirit Status’s influence, he would become “Jesus”—and ultimately reap the bitter fruit that led to his fall.
Speaking to this point, Krishna shook his head and sighed.
“Little Garden currently has too many variables. Looks like the plan needs to be accelerated.”
Saying so, Krishna pulled out paper and pen, smirking mockingly.
“Who would’ve thought—we who believed ourselves chess players on Little Garden’s board for tens of thousands of years—can’t even clearly see who the other players are now. This is truly…”
Odin lowered his head beside him, listening silently—only daring not to speak.
But inside, his heart was in turmoil.
What did this mean? Could it be that in the Lower Layers of Little Garden—besides them, Hydra—there was still a mastermind behind the scenes?
Many from the East had long left Little Garden. Those on the Spirit Mountain had sat on the Lotus Throne for years, ignoring worldly affairs. The two from Zoroastrianism had long fallen and their whereabouts unknown.
The two Goddesses cared for nothing. And Shiroyasha clearly lacked this intelligence.
The Halloween Queen’s movements were even closely monitored by them.
Where else could a new chess player come from? Little Garden only had seventeen Two-Digits in total. Adding the Halloween Queen made eighteen—and that already included the dead.
The currently active Two-Digits were only a few from this Ouroboros.
After excluding like this—there was no one left.
Who else could be a chess player?
After a while, Krishna finished writing the letter.
“Deliver this letter to Typhon. Tell him we agree to cooperate.”
(Cooperation—what cooperation? More like encirclement and assassination.)
Odin sneered inwardly. What kind of cooperation required involving a Demon Lord?
Afterward, he took the letter Krishna wrote, spread his wings, stepped into the Territory Boundary, and flew far away.
Meanwhile, Krishna leaned back in his chair, showing a long-lost hint of excitement.
“Mastermind? Though I don’t know who you are—I hope one day you don’t get caught by me.”
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Outer Gate 500, Heavenly Army Headquarters, in the meeting room.
Indra had just dismissed the Divine Council and returned with a blank face.
“Damn it—those guys don’t even respect me, the Lord of the Heavenly Army.”
Indra suddenly slammed the table, drawing the attention of the Twelve Dharma Guardians present.
Seeing Indra’s appearance, Prithvi took the peeled apple from Uesugi, bit into it, and rolled her eyes.
“Of course not. So you should abdicate soon.”
Speaking to this point, Prithvi couldn’t help sneering.
“Really—you should’ve seized the chance and handed the Lord of the Heavenly Army position to Aslan.”
Hearing Aslan mentioned, everyone showed curious expressions. Even Karyou—who was studying with her head down beside the Iron Fan Princess—perked up her ears.
Hearing that, Indra couldn’t help glancing at Prithvi.
“Don’t cause trouble right now.”
“Believe it or not—if I’d been one second late, Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen would’ve torn me apart on the spot.”
Hearing that, Prithvi couldn’t help laughing.
At this moment, the confused Uesugi couldn’t hold back and asked curiously.
“But what does this have to do with Aslan? Wasn’t it Arthur who saved the Queen?”
Though the Divine Council’s artifact could monitor Little Garden—since the Halloween Queen returned, surveillance was cut off. No one dared offend the Queen who looked in a very bad mood.
So basically, Uesugi truly had no idea what happened afterward.
Indra’s expression grew a bit complicated. He said hesitantly and confusedly,
“I don’t know if I should tell you. That so-called Arthur was actually that kid’s skin.”
“Wait?”
Uesugi quickly raised her hand, her expression confused as she stared at Indra.
“What did you just say?”
“The Last King Arthur—who released light enough to erase a Two-Digit with the Last King’s Spirit Status, the hero saving the beauty who rescued the Queen—was actually Aslan?”
Indra nodded.
“So the Campione War was Aslan’s solo plan?”
Indra nodded, then shook his head, stunned for a moment.
“No… not exactly. Damn!! Judas didn’t die in vain.”
Hearing that, the meeting room fell dead silent.
Observing the Campione World, guiding myth changes, becoming the Last King, maneuvering between two great Star Spirits—Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen.
And in between, Aslan still had time to sell information, earn pocket money, and casually plan the Campione War to mitigate its impact—giving the gods further advancement possibilities.
Then facing pressure from Christianity and Buddhism—he slowly shifted the blame and coincidentally eliminated the Christian Holy Son.
Finally, he still escaped without a speck of dirt.
What level of monster was this?
“He shouldn’t be Two-Digit yet, right?”
Prithvi couldn’t help swallowing and asked with a very unnatural expression.
“Can this little monster really be raised by Karyou?”
Was this Little Garden truly enough to be tossed around by Aslan alone?
No one dared answer Prithvi’s question. Everyone shifted their gazes to Karyou—who was awkwardly pretending to be dead beside them.
Karyou’s face flushed, receiving scrutiny from her comrades, and nodded slightly.
All this was truly done by Aslan. He hadn’t hidden it from her.
And there was even more shocking news within—but Karyou couldn’t possibly reveal it.
“That old Roc King really hit the jackpot.”
After a long while, Indra said after a moment of silence.
No—who could’ve imagined? How many months had Aslan been in Little Garden?
Then he caused so much trouble? And it was all planned by him—even managing to eliminate one Two-Digit.
Indra now strongly suspected Judas’s death was planned by Aslan and fully under his control.
“You must be joking…”
Prithvi’s expression was somewhat numb.
“Could it be we’re also part of his plan?”
“You could say that.”
Brahma—who had been silent—sighed softly at this moment.
“However, we’d better pretend we know nothing.”
Shiroyasha, the Halloween Queen, and now adding Aslan—the Last King.
Three Two-Digit combat powers.
What exactly did they want to do?
And Hydra’s side too: Holy Son, Ark, Krishna, Kurma—total four Two-Digits.
No—now one was eliminated. Holy Son Judas had fallen. Hydra’s side now only had three left.
Combat power balanced.
So now the problem was very serious. With two balanced sides—how should the Heavenly Army choose?
If one side dominated, the issue would be easy to solve—but balanced meant deadlock and bloody conflict.
“But do we have a choice?”
Prithvi chuckled, taking the apple and biting it.
They had long been unhappy seeing Hydra stir trouble in Little Garden. Compared to the cunning, venomous snake—
They preferred accepting a mastermind’s control. At least Aslan could still be considered human.
