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🕑 Added 2025-11-07 09:34:28 +0000 UTCTitle: MVP of the Match: Buddha Dīpaṁkara
After that, a cross appeared behind him. The next second, Messiah was crucified as if he were Jesus suffering.
As his breaths gradually weakened, Aslan also felt the unimaginable pressure bearing down on the Avalon he wore.
He seemed to be suffering along with Messiah.
Finally, Messiah’s breaths stopped, and the Avalon equipped on Aslan completely shattered.
“So that’s it—he intended to destroy my defense by exploiting his Authority?”
Aslan guessed Messiah’s plan. By using the Authority of the Crown of Thorns, Messiah made Avalon suffer with him, then die.
That way, Avalon would also be completely destroyed, at least unable to provide defense to Aslan for a short time.
Of course, in exchange, he himself would die too.
But who these days doesn’t have an Authority to resurrect?
Next, he just needed to resurrect and reuse the Authority of the Five Loaves and Two Fish that he had used before, and he could recover to peak condition very quickly.
After that, it would be his turn to act.
In Little Garden, defensive-type Gifts are extremely rare Gift types. Even Aslan currently could only bring out Avalon as a treasure.
As for other artifacts, in terms of defense and comprehensiveness, they were far inferior to Avalon.
It could only be said that the Holy Son was indeed the Holy Son. His vision was sharp. Just by dying once, the situation completely reversed.
Then, just as Aslan was fully concentrated, raising the Star Holy Sword, preparing to finish him off the moment the Holy Son resurrected.
After so long, until his hands felt sore.
Messiah still hadn’t resurrected.
At this moment, the corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched, as if thinking of a certain possibility.
“Don’t tell me he failed to resurrect?”
Forcibly holding back the urge to curse in his heart, Aslan carried his sword and carefully walked toward the cross where Messiah was hung.
Seeing Messiah covered in wounds and continuously bleeding, Aslan cautiously extended his finger to his nostril.
“Really no breath?”
The corner of his mouth twitched twice.
So... what was this situation just now? Was Messiah crazy, suicidal, or fighting to the death just to destroy Avalon along with him?
This battle path was too smooth, to the point that Aslan didn’t even react.
“Central Core, perform identification.”
【Identification result: Currently loading resurrection.】
“So, why is the resurrection taking so long?”
Aslan couldn’t hold back from cursing. This was a life-and-death battle!
Don’t tell him that the Holy Son’s resurrection Authority came from the biblical miracle of Jesus resurrecting after three days.
Then he’d have to wait here for Messiah to resurrect for three days?
Only after that could he continue the battle?
No, three days would be enough for Avalon to self-repair.
Little Garden’s Central Core didn’t speak, only silently transmitting an image into Aslan’s memory.
When Aslan was first summoned and started with the beam.
Both Aslan and Messiah had overlooked one person.
Buddha Dīpaṁkara, who came to deliver the message. He didn’t die in the shockwave caused by the beam Aslan fired.
As a rabbit, he fully demonstrated his expertise as a cunning rabbit with three burrows. The moment Aslan attacked, he immediately fled underground, carrying the Holy Grail.
Seeing this, Aslan also understood that this Holy Grail was likely the medium Messiah needed to use his resurrection Authority.
After all, Authorities from Heretic Gods have an upper limit; it’s impossible to reach the level of true Authorities.
As everyone knows, resurrection Authorities have different restrictions—some on the number of times, some on time, and some on specific conditions.
Aslan estimated that Messiah’s resurrection Authority was one with specific conditions, only that these conditions were very loose.
Then the image continued playing, making him truly understand the reason for Messiah’s resurrection failure.
“There shouldn’t be any more business for the little monk, right?”
Buddha Dīpaṁkara, hiding underground, carefully looked left and right. Sensing the two powerful auras on the surface.
He was still a bit scared. Don’t look at him having achieved the Buddha fruit; this man-made Buddha fruit was even lower than the Arhats.
He had no combat power. The Last King Arthur might only need one sword to kill him.
“Can the little monk leave now?”
Buddha Dīpaṁkara asked very softly. After confirming no answer.
He continued.
“Your Holiness Holy Son, since you didn’t respond, the little monk will take it as your approval.”
“Please forgive the little monk for being unable to continue serving Your Holiness.”
“As for this Holy Grail...”
Buddha Dīpaṁkara hesitated for a moment. He was a bit unsure how to handle this item.
But once he thought that this Holy Grail was made by the Holy Son in front of him, it probably wasn’t anything important.
Most likely, it was just a one-time item to successfully summon the Last King.
“This Holy Grail, the little monk will leave it here. Please take it yourself later, Your Holiness.”
Then, Buddha Dīpaṁkara directly threw the Holy Grail behind him and fled underground at high speed.
And the Holy Grail fell to the ground, with the bright red liquid inside slowly flowing into the earth.
“Ah, this...”
After watching the image, Aslan fell silent.
“It can only be said, truly worthy of being Dingguang Xian?”
In the Investiture of the Gods, Dingguang Xian once, at the critical moment of the Fengshen Battle, when the Tongtian Sect Master set up the Ten Thousand Immortals Formation and ordered one of the seven attendants, Dingguang Xian, to carry the Six Soul Banner.
But who would have thought, at this critical moment, Dingguang Xian instead presented the Six Soul Banner to the Chan School, ultimately causing the Tongtian Sect Master’s failure.
And the current situation was clearly a repeat of the Investiture of the Gods.
Buddha Dīpaṁkara discarded the key item for the Holy Son’s resurrection, causing the Holy Son to be unable to resurrect.
Aslan held back his laughter and slashed with a beam of sword light, piercing through layers of earth, destroying the Holy Grail that had fallen to the ground and was still spilling bright red liquid.
With this, the God Slayer Messiah was out of the game.
Messiah’s Spirit Status was also stripped by Little Garden’s Central Core and became nutrients to integrate into the Last King’s Spirit Status.
As Messiah’s Spirit Status fused, Aslan closed his eyes, feeling the rising Last King’s Spirit Status, almost becoming tangible.
“As expected, Messiah’s Spirit Status is clearly a crucial part of the Last King’s Spirit Status.”
The Last King’s Spirit Status, having absorbed Messiah’s Spirit Status, now nearly possessed a Spirit Status as noble and vast as the top mythological leaders and Kings of the Gods.
And this was just the beginning. With the absorption of Messiah’s Spirit Status, plus the special position of the Last King as the Savior, the Last King’s Spirit Status would likely reach the Three-Digit level.
“It’s just that reaching Two-Digit directly isn’t that easy.”
Aslan shook his head slightly. He had already anticipated this.
Naturally, if Two-Digit were that easy to break into, Little Garden wouldn’t have only seventeen Two-Digits.
Just as Aslan was pondering, a roar of anger pierced the sky, echoing throughout Little Garden.
“Buddha Dīpaṁkara!!!”
Countless gods and Buddhas raised their heads, spreading their divine thoughts, communicating in the void to observe what had happened.
“By the way, what did Buddha Dīpaṁkara do? Which big shot did he anger?”
“Isn’t Buddha Dīpaṁkara usually very cautious? How did he provoke someone of this caliber?”
“Who knows? Maybe, like in the Investiture of the Gods, he caused a great disaster.”
Meanwhile, Buddha Dīpaṁkara, eavesdropping on the side, trembled in fear. He had no idea what had happened?
Wait, what mistake was being pinned on him again?
Hadn’t he just delivered information? Even if the information was problematic, shouldn’t they go to Thousand Eyes? Why come after him?
However, soon after, the curious gods and Buddhas located Buddha Dīpaṁkara. Countless divine thoughts enveloped him.
“Eh, Dingguang, what did you do again? Making the Holy Son so angry?”
“Th-the little monk doesn’t know, the little monk knows nothing...”
Instantly, Buddha Dīpaṁkara fainted from fear. If gods and Buddhas needed to urinate, he would surely have wet himself in terror by now.
“The little monk really knows nothing...”
But his instincts told him that he must have caused a great disaster, one that even the Buddhas couldn’t protect him from.
“The little monk doesn’t know...”
As if already imagining his tragic future, Buddha Dīpaṁkara unhesitatingly slapped his own head.
Dying on the spot.
Rabbits are inherently timid and prone to dying from fright.
And Buddha Dīpaṁkara’s current fate was more or less the same.
“Disperse, disperse. It seems Buddha Dīpaṁkara really knows nothing. Maybe he was unlucky and became a victim of someone else’s scheme.”
“What a coward. Just being called by a Two-Digit, why is he so terrified?”
“Believe it or not, if it happened to you, you wouldn’t fare any better.”
The excitement of the gods and Buddhas in the Lower Layers ended here. They didn’t dare investigate further.
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Outer Gate 500, Heavenly Army Headquarters.
Indra, who was processing government affairs, was startled by the Holy Son’s sudden angry roar, and the pen in his hand fell to the floor.
“Why is the Holy Son raging? How did Buddha Dīpaṁkara anger him again?”
Indra scratched his head, picked up the pen that had fallen, and asked in surprise.
“How would I know?”
Prithvi lifted her head from the pile of documents and cursed.
“And instead of caring about these things, you’d better find a way to finish the official business or coax Brahma back.”
Gradually, Prithvi’s voice faded, and the sound of flipping documents also disappeared.
“Damn it, Prithvi, don’t leave so much government work to me alone. I could die.”
Indra looked at Prithvi, who had already rushed off to meddle, with tears in his eyes.
The next second, Indra’s figure also vanished.
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Title: We Usually Don’t Laugh, Unless We Really Can’t Hold It In
Outer Gate 7777, belonging to Christianity, is one of the dominant outer gates under Christianity.
The religious atmosphere here is thick. Rather than an outer gate, it’s more fitting to call it a grand cathedral.
It is one of Christianity’s main bases for interfering in the Lower Layers and spreading faith, and a holy city among the Lower Layer Christians.
Therefore, Outer Gate 7777 also has another name: the Holy City.
Of course, the Holy City generally does not accept guests and does not allow other existences to peek into this place.
However, this only applies under normal circumstances.
Is this a normal situation now? Clearly impossible.
“How strange, where is the Holy City’s barrier? Where are the angels? Wasn’t it said that Four-Digit Archangels guard the Holy City year-round?”
“The Holy City is destroyed like this—does Christianity not care?”
“Yo, who’s this young man? Daring to stand openly on the ruins of the Holy City?”
Countless divine thoughts communicated in the void. These were the Kings of the Gods in heaven, observing with curiosity.
At this moment, a man’s annoyed voice rang out in the void.
“Damn it, isn’t that the Halloween Queen’s kid? Why is he attacking the Holy City?”
“The Halloween Queen’s kid? The lucky one who snatched the Last King’s Spirit Status?”
A woman’s shocked voice sounded.
“Uh…”
Indra suddenly fell silent, clearly unwilling to answer.
He, the Commander-in-Chief of the Heavenly Army responsible for the normal operation of the Campione War, had actually failed to notice a massive flaw in the Campione War.
Allowing the Last King to awaken early, even attacking the Holy City.
Good heavens, could he shoulder such a huge responsibility?
This black pot was too big.
At this moment, a woman’s cheerful laughter rang out.
“Hahaha, well done destroying it. Truly worthy of being the Queen’s Knight. I’ve long been annoyed with this fake Holy City.”
“Monkey…”
Indra, whose real body was still en route, suddenly felt a toothache.
(Is this damned monkey still causing trouble for the Heavenly Army even now? Haven’t both her brothers already reincarnated? Even Karyou is working for the Heavenly Army.)
(Wait… Didn’t Aslan once say he had information about summoning the Last King early?)
(Damn!! I should have bought that information!)
(But why is Arthur still standing here, and Messiah’s figure nowhere to be seen?)
Indra fell silent. At this moment, his brain briefly shut down.
(Could it be… Messiah unexpectedly lost?)
Thinking of this, the corner of Indra’s mouth couldn’t help but curl into a faint smile. If true, please forgive him for being unable to hold back his laughter.
“It seems many people are curious about what happened.”
Wearing Arthur’s skin, Aslan looked around. That smiling gaze stirred curiosity from many hidden eyes.
They were truly curious about what exactly happened in this Holy City, Christianity’s main fortress in the Lower Layers.
“So, Messiah, or Your Holiness the Holy Son, are you still unwilling to face reality?”
Aslan smiled and looked toward the empty ground where Messiah’s body had once been.
Death in the Campione War does not mean true death. Even after dying, they will resurrect.
Only the things lost in the Campione War are truly lost.
Under the power of Little Garden’s Central Core and the Campione Covenant, Messiah had long been resurrected.
Only, the current Messiah was no longer the Savior with the Messiah Spirit Status, but merely an ordinary Four-Digit incarnation of the Holy Son.
“So, is there any kind soul willing to explain to me what actually happened? If I don’t find out, my heart feels like it’s being tickled by a monkey.”
In the void, a female monkey scratched her head. She was truly curious about what actually happened.
Messiah ignored the comments from these gods and Buddhas. His figure slowly appeared.
He stared deeply at Aslan.
“My things are not easy to take.”
“I need clarification.”
The corner of Aslan’s mouth lifted, and he spoke in a mocking tone.
“I didn’t take it. It ran to me on its own.”
Messiah’s face instantly turned green. He also wanted to know what actually happened.
Why did the Messiah Spirit Status he had separated run into Arthur’s body?
Of course, Aslan wouldn’t tell him that Little Garden’s Central Core had given a little help in this matter.
Of course, more than that, this was his own choice—becoming a God Slayer with the identity of Messiah and targeting the Last King.
The Last King is essentially the ultimate Savior formed by the mixture of various Saviors and salvation myths.
Messiah is also one of its parts.
This also caused, in the judgment of the Campione Covenant, in a certain sense, Messiah could also be considered a God Slayer who seized part of the Last King’s destiny.
This is also why Krishna and the others did not allow Kalki to participate in the Campione War. They didn’t want to see Kalki suddenly become part of the Last King.
As for the Holy Son, this was his own choice, placing the Messiah Spirit Status on the gambling table.
Originally, this was a pig-butchering scam, but there really was a big fool who bet half his fortune…
At this point, wouldn’t they use the knife? Even if Aslan said nothing, Little Garden’s Central Core definitely wouldn’t hold back from acting.
Half of a Two-Digit-level Spirit Status is a good thing for Little Garden’s Central Core.
“So, what about it? Is there any kind soul who wants to explain it to me too?”
“Exactly, this little monk is quite curious too.”
“Count me in.”
In the void, countless divine thoughts communicated with each other, not intending to hide anything from Aslan and Messiah at all.
After all, the law does not punish the masses. With so many people coming to meddle, even Two-Digits wouldn’t want to offend them all at once.
“I have information here. I just don’t know if you’re willing to pay the price.”
A crisp, slightly giggling voice sounded. Shiroyasha had also come to meddle.
Thanks to Aslan, Shiroyasha had obtained quite a lot of information. She was the only one besides Aslan who knew the entire process.
Instantly, Messiah’s expression darkened.
He no longer cared about Arthur. Shiroyasha was the one who truly needed attention now.
If the other party really leaked that information, where would he put his face?
Though it was already almost gone.
“The Holy Son shouldn’t mind, right?”
Aslan couldn’t help but speak up too. When it came to adding insult to injury, he was always very skilled.
Of course, the one speaking here wasn’t Arthur, but Aslan speaking as his temporarily created self.
The purpose was to clear suspicion from himself and perform a divine separation from Arthur’s identity.
“No.”
Messiah said through gritted teeth.
According to Little Garden’s hidden rules of information exchange, information that has been sold and confirmed invalid can be traded again, unless it was bought out completely.
Just like the information about summoning the Last King early this time. The effectiveness of this information only existed at the start of the Campione War and was valid before the Last King was summoned.
Once used, it meant the information was no longer valid.
That Thousand Eyes sought profit again with invalid information was Thousand Eyes’ business, unrelated to the buyer.
Unless the information was bought out completely.
“Since the Holy Son is willing to give face, I’ll just say it directly.”
Shiroyasha waved her small hand.
What information fee? Everyone was good friends; what was an information fee for?
Later, just give a little compensation to Thousand Eyes. She was sure no one lacked this money.
“We once sold information about summoning the Last King early to the Holy Son.”
The air fell silent for a few seconds, followed by the void boiling like a pot.
Countless divine thoughts communicated in the void.
After the information revealed by Shiroyasha, the current situation became very clear.
The Holy Son summoned the Last King early through some means, wanting to kill the Last King at the start to seize his destiny.
As a result, for unknown reasons, the Holy Son failed.
Yes, a Two-Digit incarnation personally took action to bully a Four-Digit newcomer, and the result was failure.
“Hahahaha, sorry, we really couldn’t hold it in.”
“Amazing knowledge, truly amazing knowledge.”
“Pfft, completely reversed.”
Indra, arriving late, finally reached the scene and listened to the divine thought communication in the void.
Though he had suspected it, he really couldn’t hold back.
Indra patted Messiah’s shoulder sympathetically.
“My condolences. Rest assured, as your good friend, I usually won’t laugh at you.”
“You have to believe we’ve undergone professional training. We usually don’t laugh.”
As Indra said, he really held his expression and didn’t burst into laughter.
“So, bro, can you tell me how you lost to him?”
Indra draped his arm around Messiah’s shoulder, winked, and occasionally glanced toward Aslan.
He was also very curious how this newbie-aura-filled Aslan defeated Messiah, played directly by the Holy Son himself.
It could only be said he was the best of the younger generation, but still far from old-timers like them.
Messiah’s face was already as black as the bottom of a pot. He shook off Indra’s arm, with no intention of responding to Indra.
Indra shook his head helplessly and turned toward Aslan, skillfully preparing to drape his arm again.
Then he was brushed off by Aslan.
“So, does the Halloween Queen family’s kid know what happened?”
Indra asked curiously. He was truly curious how the Holy Son lost.
What did it have to do with Buddha Dīpaṁkara?
After all, this concerned how he could perfectly extricate himself and dump the black pot on his body.
Aslan tilted his head, fell silent for a long time, brewed his emotions, and said in an incredulous tone.
“Messiah committed suicide. I don’t know what happened either. He suddenly used his Authority and destroyed Avalon along with me.”
“Hah?”
Indra was stunned for a moment, turned his head, and looked at Messiah with slight disbelief, scratching his own head.
Why? Even racking his brain, he couldn’t understand why Messiah suddenly committed suicide.
But seeing the Holy Son’s expression, it seemed to be fact, not a lie.
The Holy Son’s appearance also didn’t look like a madman.
“What does this have to do with Buddha Dīpaṁkara?”
“Maybe he was framed to death by Buddha Dīpaṁkara? You know Tongtian Sect Master? Your good friend’s situation is similar to His Eminence.”
Prithvi learned what happened through her earth Authority and covered her mouth.
“Cough cough!”
This time, Indra really couldn’t hold back.
Or rather, who could hold it in?
How unlucky must one be to receive the same treatment as Tongtian Sect Master?
If only Messiah had chosen suicide a little slower, he would have known the Holy Grail he gave had arrived, and he wouldn’t have chosen to destroy Avalon with him.
A little earlier, just a few seconds earlier, before the Holy Grail fell and broke, he wouldn’t have failed to resurrect and been trapped.
The resurrection Authority he carefully prepared for himself wasn’t that bad in effect.
But right when he committed suicide, Buddha Dīpaṁkara discarded the Holy Grail, and the holy water collected inside spilled.
“Sorry, we’ve undergone professional training and usually don’t laugh.”
Indra clutched his stomach, his body shaking with laughter.
“Unless we really can’t hold it in.”
“I really didn’t expect you to fail in such a dramatic way.”
Indra laughed heartily while strongly patting the Holy Son’s back, as if that way he could control his laughter.
In the void, the Almighty Domain meddlers also couldn’t hold back and all burst into laughter.
If the victim weren’t a Two-Digit incarnation like the Holy Son, they would only see this as drama.
But who would have thought reality is often more magical than drama.
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Title: If You Don’t Want to Lose, Don’t Play
As the atmosphere around the Holy Son grew heavier, the laughter gradually faded.
Or rather, no one dared to keep laughing.
They still understood the principle that everything has its limits. Clearly, the Holy Son’s mood right now was extremely foul.
Letting them laugh for a bit was already great mercy.
If they kept laughing, it would show disrespect toward the Holy Son.
After all, the Holy Son was a Two-Digit, one of Little Garden’s strongest experts.
Since he was among the strongest, how could they insult him at will?
Besides, they didn’t have someone like Shiroyasha backing Aslan.
Yet, amid the gradually dying laughter, one small chuckle stood out clearly.
“I was wondering why my knight suddenly vanished? Turns out he was summoned here.”
“But my knight actually defeated Messiah. That’s a bit surprising.”
In front of Aslan, a girl with brilliant golden hair like strands of rice suddenly appeared without hiding her face.
“Aiya, Arthur, is it okay that I’m late?”
The Halloween Queen said to Aslan with a smile at the corner of her mouth.
But Aslan could read her intent from the her eyes.
<You’ve grown bolder—daring to scheme against a Two-Digit? And most importantly, you succeeded?>
Of course, to outsiders, this didn’t look like that at all; it was purely the Halloween Queen protecting her subordinate knight.
After seeing the Holy Son’s failure, she came to mock him.
It should be known that the relationship between Christianity and the Halloween Queen was far from good. Many Christian saints and angels had defected from the Celtic Pantheon.
Christianity had often seized the Halloween Queen’s territories throughout human history.
In the Lower Layers, the Halloween Queen and Christianity also had friction and frequent conflicts.
After all, Little Garden and the human world were only so big. If your share grew, mine shrank.
For the seventeen Two-Digits—the eighteen strongest experts—Little Garden was still a bit small, not enough to accommodate so many people.
“It’s fine. Your Majesty the Queen can come anytime. I will use the sword in my hand to resolve all of Your Majesty’s problems.”
Aslan said with a smile.
(No, why are you meddling here? Shouldn’t there be no more connection between us?)
(My debt to you was paid off long ago!)
As if understanding Aslan’s meaning, the Halloween Queen winked mischievously and smiled faintly.
(My knight, don’t think you can escape.)
Though the harvest was quite bountiful, the Halloween Queen didn’t want Aslan to leave her so soon.
After all, from start to finish, she hadn’t ordered him around much. A knight like Aslan truly didn’t live up to his title.
He wasn’t even as successful as Artoria—at least she was now managing Avalon well. She had even fought her way to Four-Digit.
Every time she saw her, Artoria always respectfully and sincerely called her “Queen.”
Unlike Aslan, who had only met her a total of three times since becoming Arthur, including this one.
Every time he called her “Queen,” it was definitely because he needed something, or it was shockingly fake.
In short, the Halloween Queen just wanted Aslan to sincerely call her “Your Majesty the Queen.” Was that so hard?
At this moment, Messiah—or the Holy Son—calmly stared at the Halloween Queen.
“My things should be returned to me. That item isn’t easy to take.”
The Halloween Queen chuckled upon hearing that, turned, and looked at the Holy Son.
“What thing do you care about so much? Didn’t you just get eliminated from the Campione War? Just a few Authorities.”
“If only it were just Authorities.”
The Holy Son narrowed his eyes and said coldly.
“But half of my Spirit Status—the Savior Spirit Status I carried when I was born as Messiah—fell into his hands because of the Campione War.”
“I just want to take back my Spirit Status.”
“Then how do you plan to take it back?”
The Halloween Queen maintained her smile, staring at the Holy Son.
“The Messiah Spirit Status has become part of the Last King’s Spirit Status, and the Last King’s Spirit Status is not yet complete.”
“Of course, by making him commit suicide and hand over the Last King’s Spirit Status. I have a way to retrieve my things.”
The Holy Son glanced calmly at Aslan, but there was no trace of him in his eyes.
This was communication among the strongest experts, and Aslan—the lucky one who took the Last King’s Spirit Status—had no qualification to participate.
“In exchange, he can continue participating in the Campione War as a God Slayer. You can also keep sending knights.”
The Halloween Queen’s smile gradually turned cold. She smiled and said to the Holy Son.
“Do you think this is negotiable?”
Not to mention the Holy Son’s compensation—this was just how much he was giving to a beggar? Not to mention his attitude; it didn’t look like the attitude of someone asking for help.
Yet the Holy Son didn’t back down and continued coldly.
“Do you think I’m negotiating with you?”
Just one sentence, and the suffocating pressure made all the Almighty Domain secretly observing hold their breath.
Even Indra, in the face of the confrontation between the Halloween Queen and the Holy Son, didn’t dare breathe easy.
Could it be—they were going to fight?
The Holy Son versus the Halloween Queen…
Since the dawn of time, would Little Garden welcome another war between Two-Digits?
Everyone thought in horror.
But no one dared step forward to mediate.
Ridiculous—seeking death wasn’t done like this. One was the stubborn Halloween Queen; the other was the Holy Son who had suffered a great loss.
Not to mention whether he was Judas or not—just say whether he was a Two-Digit.
Who dared mediate a conflict between a Two-Digit and a Three-Digit that crossed boundaries, except another Two-Digit?
“What’s all the fuss about?”
“Are you still planning to fight in Little Garden?”
A crisp cursing voice came from afar. Shiroyasha appeared between the Halloween Queen and the Holy Son.
Shiroyasha looked at the Halloween Queen and Holy Son unhappily.
“If you really want to fight, how about sparring with me?”
“If you want to fight, fight outside!”
Though Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen weren’t on good terms, she was still here—did they dare cause trouble in Little Garden? Did they really think she was no longer the former White Night Demon Lord?
If she didn’t give a warning, could Little Garden still operate normally?
Thinking this, Shiroyasha couldn’t help but curse.
“You too, Judas—isn’t this all your own choice?”
“If you don’t want to lose, don’t play. Since you participated in the Campione War and took such a huge advantage but still lost, accept your fate.”
“It’s just half a Spirit Status—what’s the big deal?”
(Damn it, Shiroyasha, are you really not provoking? You’re really not afraid they won’t fight.)
The watching Almighty Domain cursed inwardly. On the surface, Shiroyasha was protecting Little Garden.
But she was only protecting Little Garden. She had no intention of mediating the quarrel.
On the contrary, she had plenty of intent to provoke.
“Hehe, half a Spirit Status…”
The Holy Son sneered, looking at Shiroyasha.
“Half a Spirit Status—you say it so easily. Would you dare lose half your Spirit Status?”
“…”
The air fell silent at this moment. Shiroyasha didn’t feel mocked. She smiled foolishly, scratched her hair, and said.
“I really did lose it once…”
Last Trial of Mankind: Geocentric Theory, Primordial Star, Sun Authority. All these were Spirit Statuses she had lost. Compared to her peak.
The Spirit Status Shiroyasha had lost now was more than half? She was considered good if she had a third of her former self.
Only because Shiroyasha’s foundation was thick could she still sit firmly in the Two-Digit position.
The atmosphere instantly became awkward. The Holy Son felt like he had punched cotton, nearly causing internal injury from holding back.
The situation subtly turned awkward.
“After all, look at Indra—this guy is a real big shot who truly lost his Spirit Status. His current Spirit Status is considered good if it reaches one-tenth of his peak.”
Shiroyasha said while pulling Indra over and patting his shoulder.
This one was even more impressive. When facing Kali Yuga back then, Indra relied on his own power to prop up the entire Indian Pantheon with his Spirit Status alone.
Indra’s expression instantly looked like he was constipated.
(Sister Shiroyasha, I beg you, please stop talking.)
He was now a useless god. Don’t drag him out to be mocked again.
Weren’t they really worried the Halloween Queen and Holy Son would really quarrel and start fighting right away?
Three-Digit versus Two-Digit. Would this destroy Little Garden?
And please, don’t compete in weird things like this.
Holy Son: “…”
He really couldn’t retort.
“So, it’s just half a Spirit Status—what’s the big deal.”
Shiroyasha looked at the Holy Son and Halloween Queen enthusiastically.
“You still have half left.”
“Life must look forward and be optimistic.”
After Shiroyasha’s nonsensical rant and misfortune competition, the atmosphere unexpectedly wasn’t as heavy as before.
At least they wouldn’t suddenly start fighting.
So, did Shiroyasha really come to mediate?
However, soon after, the Holy Son reacted—he had almost been trapped by Shiroyasha.
“You lost your Spirit Status because you were useless. What does that have to do with me?”
The Holy Son sneered, pulling his gaze from Shiroyasha and Indra, and turned to stare at Aslan.
“I just want to take back my Spirit Status. What’s wrong with taking the Last King’s Spirit Status?”
At this point, what was the use of pretending anymore? Pretending to be the Holy Son was already meaningless.
His identity as a fake Holy Son was almost known to everyone.
So, he stopped pretending. He just wanted the Last King’s Spirit Status, just wanted to use the Last King’s Spirit Status to become a Two-Digit again and stabilize his Spirit Status.
Hearing that, Shiroyasha couldn’t help but widen her eyes. This was the first time she had seen someone so shameless.
(If you don’t want to lose, don’t play.)
(Don’t act like you’re in the right after losing.)
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Title: This Is the Real Halloween Queen!
Two-Digit? What exactly is a Two-Digit?
Strongest experts? Universal truths? Full Authority Domain? Or Saviors?
All of these are correct, but none are the true reason Two-Digits are called Two-Digits.
The reason Two-Digits are Two-Digits is because they are the true chess players on Little Garden’s board, the absolute rule-makers.
Moreover, they are the strongest beings besides Little Garden’s Central Core and the Winds of Decadence, possessing the power to destroy everything.
When the rules favor them, they are the strongest enforcers of those rules.
When the rules don’t favor them, they also have the ability and qualification to flip the board and ignore the rules.
Little Garden is merely their playground.
Judas is exactly like that now. Though he is a fake Holy Son, though he is currently bound by the rules, though all these mistakes were his own doing—
As long as he still holds a Two-Digit position, all others can do to him is verbal condemnation.
Just like Shiroyasha—despite suffering three major defeats and falling to this state—as long as she releases her Host Master Authority and reclaims her Geocentric Theory Spirit Status, she can return to Two-Digit Spirit Status and easily regain her identity as a chess player.
In other words, like the Sages Junti and Jieyin in The Great Desolation, no matter how shameless they are, they remain Sages.
No one but other Sages can condemn them.
Judas is the same now. He has already abandoned all shame—what more can others do?
At this moment, after hearing Judas’s words, everyone fell silent.
Including the Almighty Domain observing through divine thoughts—they withdrew their thoughts. The boldest only dared to watch silently.
Not a shred of courage remained to disrespect Judas.
Three-Digit and Two-Digit—this is a dividing chasm, a dimensional difference. Only Two-Digits can be considered true players in Little Garden.
Sensing the Three-Digits harboring different thoughts, Judas gave a faint sneer.
“Heh, a bunch of rotten fish and spoiled shrimp.”
Indeed, this is the true way to be a Two-Digit. Why bother being polite to others?
He is a Two-Digit. Whatever he wants, he takes himself.
Yet, despite his words, not a single Three-Digit dared to retort—they only stared at Judas with darkened faces.
Hoping for the day Judas falls from Two-Digit.
Indra looked at Judas, sighed, and opened his mouth to speak.
But before the words came out, his mouth was covered by Prithvi.
They had no qualification to speak. The only ones qualified here were Shiroyasha, the Halloween Queen, and Judas.
Shiroyasha and the Halloween Queen exchanged glances.
(You or me?)
(You do it. Though reclaiming my Spirit Status is easy, sealing it again is too troublesome.)
Shiroyasha sighed. It had been a long time since she last vented. The last time she freely unleashed her power was thousands of years ago.
Though she could reclaim her power anytime now, she still hadn’t figured out how to explain to the Boss afterward.
How to explain how Little Garden ended up like this in just a few months.
Just thinking about the endless reports made Shiroyasha wilt.
(Fine.)
The Halloween Queen nodded slightly, understanding Shiroyasha’s meaning.
Judas was being a little too arrogant.
Did he really think Two-Digits could do whatever they wanted in Little Garden?
In truth, among Little Garden’s eighteen strongest experts, the Halloween Queen’s rank is equal to Shiroyasha’s.
Her truth leans toward summoning—she can call upon incomplete Spirit Statuses, wield them, and have them fight for her.
Once battle begins, it becomes several Two-Digit monsters ganging up on a single opponent.
If not for Shiroyasha blocking her path to Two-Digit, she would already be one.
At this moment, Judas didn’t hesitate. He suddenly reached out. A massive golden palm grasped toward Aslan.
No—not just Aslan.
Judas directly seized the entire Outer Gate 7777.
At Outer Gate 7777, Aslan, Indra, and Mātārā exchanged glances, then happily chose to slack off.
What could they do? Judas had already thrown away all face and completely ignored Little Garden’s rules.
If not for Judas fleeing quickly and only taking the outer gate’s space—without truly damaging Little Garden—the Winds of Decadence should already be blowing.
It can only be said that even a deranged, emotionally unstable Two-Digit is no simple matter.
Instantly, the Halloween Queen’s face darkened. No one had ever jumped in front of her like Judas.
(He dares openly try to capture my man. Where does that leave my face?)
It should be known that Aslan is now her knight! If others learned she couldn’t even protect her own knight, what face would she have left as the Halloween Queen?
“Fight gently—don’t destroy Little Garden.”
Shiroyasha said cautiously. A battle between the strongest experts—even outside—would have unimaginable impact.
She knew full well the Halloween Queen was truly furious now.
Judas was jumping too much.
The Halloween Queen didn’t respond. The moment she spoke, her figure had already vanished.
At Little Garden’s boundary, Judas—clutching Aslan and the unlucky bystanders Indra and Prithvi—stared expressionlessly at the person blocking his path.
A graceful woman in a blazing red dress, with a cold smile at the corner of her mouth.
She slightly parted her red lips. Syllables incomprehensible and unpronounceable to ordinary beings flowed from her mouth.
Even Four-Digits risked their heads exploding upon hearing this pronunciation. Only top Three-Digit experts could understand what the Halloween Queen uttered.
They were True Names of certain existences.
Only True Names could cause such terrifying impact—the existences spoken of can be imagined.
All were monsters that had reached Two-Digit level.
The unique mighty authority of a Two-Digit—one of Little Garden’s eighteen strongest experts, the Halloween Queen—was displayed at this moment.
This is why she is revered as Queen.
“Khaos!”
“Ymir!”
Invisible chaos enveloped Judas. Infinite pressure bore down on him, preventing him from exerting his power.
Another giant—with mountains as bones, oceans as blood—merely standing there already dwarfed Little Garden’s entire divine artificial universe by many times, appeared.
He held Little Garden in one hand, and the other struck Judas with unimaginable speed, surpassing light speed countless times.
In an instant, Judas was gravely wounded. Golden blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
“Word of God: Your attacks cannot harm me in the slightest.”
The next second, Judas recovered to peak condition. Countless angels surrounded the golden-haired Holy Son.
He opened eyes tinged with madness, looking at the Halloween Queen.
“I only want to reclaim what is rightfully mine. Why do you force me?”
The noble Holy Son released his Most Holy Trinity Child Spirit Status.
At this moment, His figure towered infinitely. A holy scripture appeared in His hand.
“Word of God: Let there be light.”
And light appeared, separating day and night.
“Word of God: Let there be a firmament, let there be rain.”
And the firmament appeared. Endless torrential rain fell from the sky, drowning the endless chaos.
“Word of God: Let dry land emerge from the waters, and let grass grow.”
And dry land appeared, countless plants covering the land.
“Word of God: Let there be sun, moon, and stars.”
“Word of God: Let there be sea creatures and birds.”
“Word of God: Let there be wild beasts and man.”
Six sentences—six days passed in the blink of an eye. The invisible Khaos chaos had now transformed into the initial form of a world after divine creation.
“Little Garden’s Central Core retreated? Is this a universal truth?”
Aslan, watching from Outer Gate 7777 while eating popcorn, commented.
This creation process—if he wanted—he wasn’t incapable of it now.
He just couldn’t create a world this vast—at most planet-sized.
Aslan wasn’t too tense. He had sufficient confidence in the Halloween Queen.
A half-crippled Judas wouldn’t turn the tables on her.
It should be known that the Halloween Queen had only summoned two Two-Digit entities so far.
It should be known that the Halloween Queen has always excelled at ganging up. Two Two-Digits were not her summoning limit.
“Apep!”
“Ra!”
The Halloween Queen once again parted her red lips. Two more Two-Digit entities were summoned by her.
Unlike the earlier Khaos used to protect Little Garden and limit destructive power—
The current Halloween Queen was truly preparing to unleash her full strength. A faint sheen of sweat appeared on her forehead.
It seemed that summoning four Two-Digit-level monsters at once placed considerable pressure on her.
Ra—with a falcon head and human body—carried a sun disk, held a golden Pharaoh’s staff, bringing endless heat and high temperature, assaulting Judas.
Meanwhile, Apep—a pitch-black serpent whose body spanned the entire world Judas created, whose single bite could swallow all stars and suns—also lunged at Judas.
As for the creation giant Ymir, he extended his right hand, piercing through infinite stacked boundaries, bringing Aslan and the others back.
“Word of God: The seventh day shall be a day of rest.”
Judas opened the Bible and wrote the Holy Day as a day of rest with a quill.
At this moment, Apep and Ra’s simultaneous attacks paused briefly.
Then, they assaulted Judas with even more blazing and dark power—enough to shatter the multiverse several times over.
Judas’s already unstable Spirit Status—due to this overload—showed faint cracks with a trend of expanding.
He knew he had reached his limit.
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Title: Judas Is Truly Insane
“Halloween Queen, and all of you… this is all because you forced me!”
Judas stared madly at his remaining half of the Holy Son Spirit Status, which continued to crumble.
The corner of his mouth slowly twisted into a grin. He burned his Spirit Status without care and roared.
“I only wanted to reclaim the Spirit Status that was taken from me. Why must you block my path?”
“Why?”
With that roar, he shattered the Bible in his hand, destroying his Spirit Status.
The once pristine white pages slowly turned black, scattering and falling from the sky.
In an instant, Judas’s eyes turned blood-red. His gaze toward the Halloween Queen was tinged with indescribable madness.
This change left the Halloween Queen both confused and with a bad premonition.
Even before she could react, a change occurred.
“Is this Host Master Authority?”
Indra said in shock from the separated Outer Gate 7777.
Thanks to the Halloween Queen’s special care, Indra, Aslan, and Prithvi were now lifted by Ymir.
They could observe the entire battlefield from a spectator’s perspective. Of course, this was also because the Halloween Queen allowed them to share part of Ymir’s viewpoint.
Otherwise, in a Two-Digit confrontation, even Indra had no qualification to watch.
However, Indra had once stood on the threshold of crossing that boundary. His knowledge was still sufficient to observe the battlefield situation.
“What’s going on? Can Host Master Authority still be effective against Two-Digits?”
Aslan asked, utterly confused. He also possessed Host Master Authority—almost all gods and Buddhas above Four-Digit had it.
But Host Master Authority was merely permission to pull one’s existence probability to one hundred percent, double the Spirit Status, and fully radiate the Spirit Status with Little Garden’s Central Core’s approval.
However, Two-Digits were, in a sense, on par with Little Garden’s Central Core. Host Master Authority had no effect on them beyond creating slight home-field advantage.
“No, this is simulating Shiroyasha’s Host Master Authority.”
Indra shook his head and explained.
After all, he was an elder active from the dawn of time to now, holding a high position. He was one of Little Garden’s Central Core founders and had nearly crossed the boundary between Two-Digit and Three-Digit.
Indra’s knowledge was still quite good.
As everyone knew, the current Shiroyasha—even in the Upper Layers in her normal state—only had ordinary Three-Digit level, though she was a Sun God among Three-Digits.
The glory of the former Geocentric Theory was long gone.
But if that were all, the gods wouldn’t need to be so wary of Shiroyasha. A Three-Digit Sun God was strong but not fear-inducing.
The real reason Shiroyasha was feared was her Host Master Authority.
Once released, her Spirit Status would swell infinitely, reaching the peak of the former Geocentric Theory era.
“But isn’t this due to Shiroyasha’s special identity? She is the Star Spirit of the Primordial Star.”
In fact, Shiroyasha’s special identity was no secret to certain ancient existences.
Especially to Indra, one of Little Garden’s founders—he could almost be said to have witnessed Shiroyasha’s birth.
It was just that Shiroyasha’s birth was an accident no one anticipated.
Even the Geocentric Theory Spirit Status was given to prevent Shiroyasha from discovering her true identity.
Almost everyone had an agreement: Shiroyasha must never realize her true identity.
Shiroyasha’s identity was special—she could return to her peak relying on Host Master Authority—but other Two-Digits were vaguely rejected by Little Garden’s Central Core.
It was nearly impossible for them to enjoy Shiroyasha’s treatment.
“That’s correct.”
Indra looked at Aslan with slight surprise.
(Did the Halloween Queen even tell this kid such a secret?)
(Wait? No, this kid’s popcorn looks familiar.)
(Hmm, even the taste is exactly the same.)
Indra felt he had realized some truth. His gaze toward the Halloween Queen grew stranger.
(No, are the Queen and Shiroyasha playing this complicatedly?)
“But Judas—he can make himself special. He’s not just simulating Host Master Authority; he’s even simulating Little Garden.”
“If I’m not mistaken, the Halloween Queen might be in trouble next.”
A hard-to-detect worry flashed in Indra’s eyes.
As someone who once grasped the truth of victory, he vaguely saw victory tilting toward Judas.
However, he also saw Judas’s current state. Judas now was no different from him.
He had originally separated his Spirit Status to protect the Indian Pantheon from the Last Trial of Mankind, Kali Yuga.
On the other hand, Judas overused his truth and Spirit Status to simulate Shiroyasha’s Host Master Authority release.
If no accident occurred, after this battle ended, Judas should fall from Two-Digit position.
No—more accurately, he already had.
The current Judas was an arrow at the end of its flight.
By burning his Spirit Status without care and using the truth once condensed by Jesus—
The world time he created reversed. The sun set in the west and rose in the east.
Creatures, humans, fish, birds, sky, earth, clouds, light—all originally created—vanished.
Instead, an indescribable, inexplicable existence was born from endless chaos.
It stepped forward. Apep and the Sun God Ra summoned by the Halloween Queen melted like wax figures under the sun.
“Insane, truly insane.”
The Halloween Queen couldn’t help but curse.
(Is it worth it? Fighting to this extent, even falling from Two-Digit Spirit Status, just to defeat me?)
(This Judas is truly sacrificing his Spirit Status to fully fall from Two-Digit, preferring to lose his truth, burning everything.)
(Simulating Shiroyasha using Host Master Authority, and with this summoning the Two-Digit Monotheistic God.)
(Holy Spirit, Father, Son, Most Holy Trinity, Omniscient and Omnipotent, Monotheistic God, Yahweh.)
(This is no longer just teaching Judas a lesson. Judas truly wants to kill me—kill me without care.)
Though the Halloween Queen was a Sun Star Spirit, at this moment she also felt a life-and-death crisis.
Next was a true Two-Digit battle—a fight that might result in death.
“#####”
Incomprehensible, unknowable, unpronounceable sounds emerged from the Halloween Queen’s mouth.
The next second, her Spirit Status fully bloomed. Her Spirit Status swelled infinitely.
She used six Sun Authorities, summoning her future self—who had obtained all Sun Authorities, becoming a true Sun Star Spirit, a true Two-Digit.
The current Halloween Queen—aside from Shiroyasha releasing Host Master Authority and returning to Geocentric Theory—had no rival.
“No effect?”
The Halloween Queen, having launched her strongest attack, stared at the summoned Monotheistic God Yahweh before her. She opened her mouth, slightly in disbelief.
“Is this what true Omniscience and Omnipotence is called?”
The Halloween Queen smiled bitterly. She seemed to understand why there was an omnipotence paradox in Little Garden.
Limited Omniscience and Omnipotence was entirely different from absolute Omniscience and Omnipotence.
Though the Halloween Queen’s current Spirit Status far exceeded the summoned Yahweh, she couldn’t impact Yahweh at all.
Yahweh erased her attacks in ways she couldn’t comprehend—simply because he was Omniscient and Omnipotent.
Though the summoned Yahweh had only one hundred-millionth the power of the true Monotheistic God, it was something the Halloween Queen couldn’t oppose.
One hundred-millionth of Omniscience and Omnipotence was still Omniscience and Omnipotence.
On the other side, Judas’s main body attacked where Aslan and the others were.
The young priest surrounded by angels opened his clear eyes and stared at Aslan.
“Hand it over—the Last King’s Spirit Status.”
“I hope I don’t have to say it a second time.”
“Arthur, you don’t want something to happen to your Queen, do you?”
Hearing that, the corner of Aslan’s mouth couldn’t help but twitch twice.
(No, Judas, aren’t you Jewish?)
(Where did you learn this Japanese-style speech?)
“I’ll repeat—the Last King’s Spirit Status isn’t mine. I’m only holding it temporarily.”
Aslan said very seriously, while covering Indra and Prithvi—who had somehow sneaked behind Judas.
“However, if you want it, take it yourself.”
Aslan stood and said casually.
After all, whether this thing was real or fake depended entirely on his decision.
Now was the time to end it. Aslan slightly narrowed his eyes, looking far toward the Halloween Queen confronting Yahweh but already being pushed back.
The Monotheistic God—an existence not tolerated by Little Garden.
If not for the chaos layer outside limiting Little Garden’s Central Core perception, the Winds of Decadence should have blown when Judas tried to summon.
Now Little Garden’s Central Core had given him a mandate—to eliminate the Omniscience and Omnipotence bug of the Monotheistic God.
“The Last King’s position is occupied by the virtuous.”
Feeling he would get what he wanted, Judas was in a very good mood.
He even used an ancient Chinese proverb.
He reached out, thrust his hand into Aslan’s chest, and took the Last King’s Spirit Status temporarily placed in Arthur’s body.
After laughing heartily, he fused the Last King’s Spirit Status into himself.
Judas closed his eyes, feeling the Spirit Status change after merging with the Last King.
“How is this possible? No change at all?”
PU-CHI!
One sword and one spear pierced Judas’s body. He widened his eyes, staring at Aslan in disbelief.
He couldn’t understand—why the thing he pursued at the cost of everything was just a fabricated fake.
