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Little Garden 301-305
🕑 Added 2025-11-05 09:18:17 +0000 UTCTitle: No Infiltrators, Let’s Have a Little Holy Son Joke
Messiah gently wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth, his eyes hiding a deep-seated hatred.
He knew that if he didn’t reveal some information now, the number of pursuits and interceptions like this in the future would only increase.
Looking at the group of gods and Buddhas below the church, holding various recording Gifts, Messiah sighed.
His gaze gradually became resolute.
(Since you want to see, let you see your fill!)
(But Aslan, I remember you!)
(You’re jumping around a bit too much.)
A faint dark light flickered in Messiah’s eyes.
(Don’t think you’re safe just because Shiroyasha is behind you.)
“What are you looking at? Have you forgotten you’re still in battle?”
Aslan pulled out a box of popcorn, put on sunglasses that reduced light pollution and enhanced observation, then grabbed a handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth.
As soon as Aslan’s words ended, a whip kick fiercely aimed at Messiah.
Though Kalki was kind-hearted, his thinking wasn’t rigid. While Messiah was lost in thought, it was a great opportunity for a sneak attack.
The Camel incarnation ability had given him Divine Domain-level kicking techniques, plus refinement from Little Garden and adaptation to this Authority.
Currently, Kalki had covered his shortcomings in martial skills and combat experience.
*BAM!* *BANG!*
Messiah was sent flying without surprise, crashing into the angel-emblemed statue and stained glass in the church’s center.
“Can this really be called Messiah? Why does he feel so weak?” Aslan whispered to Indra. “Feels like, old Indra, you’re going to lose big this time.”
Indra skillfully grabbed a handful of popcorn from Aslan’s hand and stuffed it into his mouth.
“It can’t be that bad, right? Shouldn’t be.” Indra said with slight doubt.
Aslan patted Indra’s shoulder sympathetically. “Old Indra, hope your little treasures are enough.”
Instantly, Indra’s face darkened. Who bet the most?
If Kalki really won, he’d owe Aslan two Authorities.
At the same time, the group of gods and Buddhas around who bet on Kalki winning laughed.
While those who bet on the Holy Son showed expressions like they’d lost their mothers.
“Young man, your Authority is good.”
A praising voice came from the smoke. Messiah, in black priestly robes, patted his unstained hem and walked out of the smoke.
“So, young man, how about giving me this Authority?”
This?
Kalki’s gaze gradually became serious. The opponent had taken two heavy attacks, but why was there not a single wound?
Was this an Authority he obtained?
What Authority was this?
But Kalki smelled a sweet aroma in the smoke-filled church.
He followed the scent, and the corner of his mouth couldn’t help twitching.
Aslan really didn’t care…
But he quickly realized what Authority this was.
Five Loaves and Two Fish. Recorded in the New Testament that Jesus once performed a miracle with five loaves and two fish, feeding thousands. This Authority should be the manifestation of that miracle.
“Not too stupid.”
Aslan praised softly. No wonder he reminded him well. The purpose of so-called disruption wasn’t truly disrupting.
But to track the information of Authorities obtained by the Holy Son’s incarnation. As long as all Authority information obtained by Messiah was sold, the Holy Son would truly be greatly troubled.
As for truly dark attacks, forget it. No one wanted to truly offend a Two-Digit.
Messiah sneered, gently opening the book in his hand, and chanted softly.
“God says, you fool, you have sinned!”
Countless feathers fell from the sky. Holy light pierced the clouds in the dome, illuminating it.
Messiah now was like Jesus walking the world, declaring the world’s sins.
The powerful Holy Light force like the Sword of Damocles representing judgment, hung over the church.
Nearly locking every direction Kalki could evade. As long as Kalki tried to escape, it would fall.
Inside the church, hellfire red flames appeared from nowhere, judging and burning every sin in this world.
The hellfire engulfed Kalki, and at that moment, a chant was heard.
“No infiltrators, let’s have a little Holy Son joke.”
“Why couldn’t Sun Wukong escape Buddha’s palm, but could escape the Holy Son’s palm?”
“Because there’s a hole in the Holy Son’s palm.”
Like a poet’s chant, but also containing a bit of mockery and hellish meaning.
The poetic mockery triggered the symbolic weakness of Messiah’s Authority, and the Holy Light prison shattered.
Just like the two holes in the Holy Son’s palms.
Kalki quickly seized the opportunity and directly escaped through the two gaps that appeared.
Only, even he couldn’t stand Aslan’s hellish joke.
The corner of his mouth couldn’t help twitching.
At this moment, the air froze. Messiah stared at the two holes in his palms in shock.
“Wow, how dare you joke about this Sun (me).”
In the church corner, Sun Wukong was shocked.
“But, brother-in-law, good job!”
“Too bad, why didn’t that old monk’s palm have holes like this back then? Otherwise, this Sun might have escaped.”
Was Sun Wukong sighing, or rubbing salt in Messiah’s wound?
“So, why when crucifying the Holy Son back then, did they not nail his shoulder blades, but chose to nail the palms?”
“Otherwise, there wouldn’t be such obvious gaps, right?”
Aslan added. Though he created this scene, he still couldn’t stand seeing it again.
“Bastard! You all have sinned!”
Messiah, as the mockery target, treated like a monkey, was instantly furious.
He unconsciously released power exceeding the treaty limits. Countless Holy Lights condensed into a giant palm, slamming toward the spectator crowd.
Only he seemed to forget there were still holes in his palm.
*BAM!*
The giant Holy Light palm fell. The nearly collapsed church instantly became ruins, except where the congregation (spectators) were.
Seemingly, God protected them.
Amen~~
“Pffft!”
Someone couldn’t hold it and laughed uproariously. Then countless voices followed with loud laughter.
“Lord, forgive me for laughing… unless he fixes the holes in his palms first.”
Indra secretly made the sign of the cross on his chest. Seemingly this way, he could redeem the merit God reduced for that hellish joke.
(Minus one, Buddha laughs with you.)
At this moment, on Spirit Mountain, the corner of Sakyamuni’s mouth couldn’t help smiling. He lowered his head and looked at his palms.
Seemingly feeling lucky his palms weren’t holed.
And at that moment, Messiah snorted coldly.
Holy Light beams shot directly at Aslan. Aslan suddenly jumped, narrowly avoiding the Holy Light.
“Damn, I’m not a participant! Why attack me?!”
“Can’t you let me watch in peace?”
(Are you a spectator?)
Hearing Aslan’s shameless words, even Indra’s mouth corner twitched.
(Messiah is just teaching you a lesson now. He’s already very rational, okay.)
If it were him, treated like that by Aslan, even sacrificing King of the End Spirit Status and losing participant qualification, he’d die with Aslan.
Honestly, even Indra felt the current Holy Son’s rationality was frightening.
Just as Indra voiced this complaint, the next second, Holy Light swords containing Holy Light power fell toward Aslan.
Clearly showing the trend of not stopping until Aslan was defeated.
However, Aslan controlled Spatial Authority. As Indra said, he was slippery like an eel.
Let alone attacking Aslan, even touching his clothing corner was impossible.
“Hey, I said your opponent is Kalki! Why keep attacking me!!”
Aslan scolded while dodging.
Narrowly avoiding another attack.
“Fight your opponent! If you keep attacking me, don’t blame me for being rude!”
Even a clay person has three parts fire. Though he mocked first, could Messiah say he had no responsibility at all?
The next second, Aslan pulled out a beautifully handwritten poem sheet.
“The priest says: Demon, come out of this little boy’s body.”
“The demon says: You should come out first, right?”
After Aslan’s investigation, he found Little Garden priests were no different from outside ones. They all really liked little boys.
Even because Little Garden laws were far looser than outside, Little Garden priests played even more openly.
So, this wasn’t a rumor.
Then Messiah, as a priest, shifted targets, attacking Kalki.
For some reason, Kalki felt strong hatred. This hatred he once felt passing a church before.
He unconsciously stepped back twice, warily staring at Messiah.
However, the restriction effect from the poem combining Poet and Fictional Historian power wasn’t too strong.
And not as strong as the previous hellish joke. The more specific the nature, the better the effect.
While general ones didn’t have such good effects, but couldn’t say no effect at all.
At least Messiah’s desire was triggered.
Facing everyone’s mocking gazes, he finally couldn’t stand it.
His pupils reddened, surrounding Holy Light suddenly surged. The God Slayer treaty suppression nearly collapsed…
He almost without hesitation fully released from the God Slayer treaty bonds.
Releasing his power, piercing Four-Digit, and attacking Aslan.
“Die!!!!”
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Title: Chrysanthemums Shattered, Wounds Everywhere, Your Smile Has Faded
“Die!!!”
The palm with a chicken-egg-sized hole gripped straight at Aslan.
But the moment Messiah raised his hand, a purple arm gently pressed his shoulder, holding it back.
“My brother, don’t be too impulsive.”
At that instant, Aslan suddenly drew a spear and stabbed it into Messiah’s palm!
He wanted to take advantage of Indra restraining Messiah to test the size of the opponent’s palm hole.
“Hmph!”
An unhappy snort sounded.
The spear Aslan drew was instantly flung to the ground.
At that moment, a pair of arms wrapped around his neck, locking him tightly in an armpit.
“Are you trying to anger me to death?”
Aslan recognized Shiroyasha’s voice and immediately stopped moving. At this point, with his neck choked and head bowed, in a corner unseen by anyone.
The corner of his mouth slightly curved.
Seeing Aslan restrained by Shiroyasha, Indra across from him clicked his tongue and said with a regretful expression.
“Shiroyasha, why hold him back? I was curious too if brother Messiah’s palm could really pierce through a spear.”
Shiroyasha didn’t speak, just stared wordlessly at Indra.
Really pierce through a spear?
That would truly create an unending enmity.
Was Aslan really safe just because she protected him? Especially since she was currently sealed.
If Christianity really played dirty, she might not handle it.
However, Aslan’s mischief this time was indeed overboard, but it had to be admitted.
It had been years since Shiroyasha saw entertainment like this.
It could only be said, truly Aslan. Always creating extreme surprises unimaginable to her.
“Haha, don’t look at me like that.”
Indra scratched his nose, then glanced at Messiah and said in a very sincere tone.
“My brother, give me face. How about ending this matter here? After all, up to now, you two have already violated the God Slayer treaty. If this continues, I as supervisor must intervene.”
Messiah’s eyes instantly reddened!
(Violating rules? Didn’t you hear what you said? Who actually violated the rules?)
(Such a big Kalki, neither God Slayer nor Heretic God, wants to fight me. You didn’t see, only saw him violating by using excessive power?)
One of the Campione Treaties: God Slayers must not use power above Four-Digit. If used, it means their power scale has reached Four-Digit.
One of the Campione Treaties: In facing interference in the Campione War by non-God Slayer and non-Heretic God entities, supervisors like the Heavenly Army must intervene to stop it.
And this person (Aslan) has already used poet verses to interfere in the battle. If Messiah remembered correctly, Aslan seemed to be one of the Buddha participants in the Campione War.
“...”
On the other side, Aslan showed a bright smile, pulling out a poetry collection titled Hell Jokes from his pocket.
He said nothing, but said everything.
“Enough.”
Shiroyasha rolled her eyes.
Without a word, she directly snatched the poetry collection from Aslan’s hand, confiscating it on the spot.
Of course, in reality, though Fiction-Canaria was quite useful, in a short time, she could only prepare these two hell jokes.
As for the poetry collection, it was actually empty—just a notebook.
“Wow, you’re already mocking without saying anything. Impressive.”
Shiroyasha’s tone complained, but she didn’t mention punishment or anything.
After all, she knew his nature well. With Aslan’s character, he wouldn’t mock anyone without reason.
Even if the Holy Son once tried destroying Arcadia through Mithras, Aslan would only cause trouble secretly, quietly shifting blame.
Presumably, Aslan was preparing another big surprise, now deliberately coming out to mock and draw hatred, while clearing himself of suspicion behind the scenes.
This Judas bastard still wanted King of the End Spirit Status, one step ahead at Two-Digit level?
Overt and covert interference was inevitable. With Aslan’s actions this time, though offending the Holy Son, he gained friendship from many old folks.
Though, it was completely useless.
“Indra.”
Messiah stared gloomily at Aslan and said focused.
“Battles between God Slayers are allowed, right? This person in front of me should have signed the Buddha Campione treaty, right? My fight with him should be within rules, right?”
“Don’t start!”
Indra rolled his eyes, patting Messiah’s shoulder.
“It’s still early for this guy to enter the arena. After all, he just signed the Campione treaty a few days ago, and just to make this kid act, Buddha already bore a lot of pressure.”
“Are you sure you want this kid to act now?”
At this point, Indra looked meaningfully at Aslan.
“This kid is slippery like an eel. Are you sure you can catch him?”
After all, this was common knowledge. In Little Garden, the most skilled in Boundaries was the Queen of Halloween.
Followed by Aslan, of course excluding hidden old folks.
Spatial Authority—such Authorities might be equivalent to weaker Authorities.
What is Authority? It’s a certain basic rule one can operate, combined with faith and concept, forming a fixed ability.
In the Authority sublimation process, the biggest contradiction is what you can do with this Authority, and what you cannot.
The former defines the range you can do, the latter defines the range you cannot.
And so-called Authority sublimation is continuously breaking the latter to achieve the former’s ability, until Authority use can produce corresponding effects in a fully recognized field in Little Garden.
Only then can it sublimate into Authority, reaching the basic condition to rise to Almighty Domain.
In this process, the purer the Authority, the smaller the restrictions, and the easier to reach Authority level.
Or it could be said extremely pure Authorities are basically the initial form of Authority.
The most representative is Shiroyasha, reaching Almighty Domain level with just two Authorities: Mass and Energy.
Aslan was almost the same. Indra had never seen such pure Spatial Authority. Authority formed only with basic rules and spatial concept, without any faith.
Just like Shiroyasha. It could only be said, truly Main God and his Subordinate God? Really in sync.
Such Authorities are often very hard to seal and restrict. After all, the Campione treaty restriction limits opponents to Five-Digit period.
This way, God Slayers can quickly sublimate their abilities into their first Authority, having certain advantages against Heretic Gods.
In Aslan’s case, it was roughly like bringing one Authority to participate in the Campione War.
Need to know, previously Aslan was only briefly Four-Digit when freely manipulating space on the battlefield against Azi Dahaka.
Letting Aslan at that level act? If other God Slayers’ Authority count wasn’t enough, they’d definitely die from being toyed with.
Would the old folks eyeing King of the End Spirit Status allow Aslan to act now?
Impossible, even thinking about it.
In a sense, Aslan’s threat was only second to the Holy Son’s descended incarnation.
He was the type that must die upon landing, not given even a slight chance to develop.
So, no wonder Buddha chose Aslan to be Heavenly Army Lord and King of the End.
As long as he wasn’t killed upon landing, Aslan’s winning chances weren’t lower than those old folks.
Coincidentally, Buddha had many members, enough Heretic Gods for Aslan’s development, and enough God Slayers to help him through early stages.
“So, my brother, be patient. Be patient a bit, everything will calm. Step back, the sea will be vast…”
Before Indra finished, Messiah lightning-fast gripped at Aslan again.
“Calm down a bit, still want to sneak attack…”
Indra was about to speak, but realized he couldn’t.
Who expected Messiah’s sneak attack speed was very fast, but his counter-speed was faster.
Aslan kept having his neck choked by Shiroyasha, chatting softly there.
As if completely unaware of Messiah’s sneak attack from behind.
And Messiah’s speed was very fast, even Indra didn’t stop it.
But Aslan’s reaction speed was faster. He was seen agilely hooking with his foot the spear he drew earlier.
With agile foot coordination, the spear stabbed straight through the Holy Son’s palm hole.
Only the Holy Son’s palm hole was slightly larger than the spear, and the spear passed without obstruction.
Seeing this, Aslan could only reluctantly kick the spear, turn, hook Messiah’s hand with one leg, and trip him with the other.
Finally stepping on Messiah’s right hand, slamming him to the ground. Throughout the process, Aslan never left Shiroyasha’s armpit, always choked by her.
After all, Aslan didn’t learn in vain following Scathach. Though his martial arts path was somewhat deviant, self-defense techniques and body development weren’t lacking.
But was this over? Clearly not.
Messiah fell to the ground, but the spear Aslan kicked hadn’t fallen.
The spear went straight for Messiah’s lower part. To avoid chrysanthemum shattering.
He could only extend his left hand, catching the falling spear.
But he really forgot his left palm also had a hole as big as his right.
The spear directly pierced through Messiah’s left palm hole!
The air fell silent at that moment. A song echoed in the church.
Chrysanthemums shattered, wounds everywhere, your smile has faded…
“Sorry, I really didn’t mean to laugh.”
Aslan couldn’t hold back and laughed uproariously.
“Just couldn’t hold it.”
And Shiroyasha hugging Aslan also didn’t hold back, laughing staggeringly.
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Title: He Thinks Messiah’s Spirit Status Is Pretty Good
If there’s anything in this world more painful than One Thousand Years of Death (Sennen Goroshi), it’s definitely being watched by a crowd while receiving One Thousand Years of Death.
Then, is there anything even more painful?
Yes!
It’s when you try to block it with your hand, succeed, but also fail at the same time.
And the most painful thing is that Messiah is now experiencing the combined package of one, two, and three.
The spear pierced his palm, pointing straight at his vital area, trembling slightly with his breathing.
“Is there still time for me to erase this memory?”
Among the spectators, a relatively weaker god and Buddha said with a trembling voice.
Is this a spectacle they’re allowed to witness? Will the Holy Son really not kill Punishment them?
If it were them, they’d bet their lives that if even one person survived, they’d lose the bet.
“Hard to say. I only know I’m blind and saw nothing. So, brother, can you tell me what just happened?”
“I’ll tell you…”
“Sorry, I don’t know what just happened. This little monk suddenly went deaf. Excuse me, benefactor, did you say something?”
“So, can we go home alive?”
“Difficult…”
One by one, the gods and Buddhas secretly communicated, quietly praying for their future.
If the previous hell jokes could only be considered naughty child mischief, then the current situation was a bit too excessive.
Especially because of Aslan and Shiroyasha’s antics, almost all the gods and Buddhas here knew Messiah was the Holy Son’s incarnation.
After all, they were Two-Digits, long-standing at Little Garden’s peak, and the highest experts who had lost qualification to participate in Gift Games.
The only thing they cared about was their honor, and now, the Holy Son could be said to have lost all honor.
Honor lost worse than Shiroyasha’s.
Shiroyasha only lost to the Double Goddess and became their follower, but something this embarrassing had never happened.
And now, in the church ruins.
The awkward atmosphere still lingered.
“So, would you believe me if I said it was an accident?”
Aslan awkwardly looked at Messiah lying on the ground, shielding Shiroyasha in front of him, trying to stay calm.
“This was purely my instinctive reaction. You know I’m not good at close combat, so I deliberately found someone to practice with.”
“So, isn’t it perfectly normal to unconsciously counter when sneak-attacked?”
“Perfectly normal.”
Indra nodded, secretly stepping back a few paces. Seeing Messiah still on the ground, his steps grew larger.
If blood splattered on him, it wouldn’t be good.
Even Indra didn’t expect things to become this outrageous.
This matter really couldn’t blame Aslan. He only came for revenge.
Who told the Holy Son to first send his incarnation Mithras to attack Aslan?
(Damn! Wait! I think I killed Mithras!)
Indra’s expression instantly soured.
“Aslan? I remember you.”
Flames erupted, burning the spear to ashes. Messiah glanced at Aslan with a gaze like looking at a dead man.
He stood up, patted the dust off his clothes, and silently left.
“Enjoy your final moments.”
At that moment, Aslan said softly.
“Then you’d better hope you can win the Campione War. King of the End position—who knows whose hands it’ll fall into?”
Messiah’s footsteps halted. His face, turned away from Aslan, became pitch black.
Finally, he snorted coldly, walked out of the church ruins, and gradually disappeared.
Shiroyasha stared at Messiah’s departing position for a while, then smiled and patted Aslan’s shoulder.
“Wow, you can make that guy remember you—you’re impressive.”
“Disperse, disperse! The house wins! The house wins!”
Indra, the skilled bookmaker, clapped while smiling, ushering the god and Buddha incarnations away one by one.
After the crowd sufficiently dispersed, he set up a hidden barrier, stared at Aslan for a long time, and finally sighed.
“Tell me, what exactly are you trying to do?”
“How should I put it? What am I trying to do?”
Aslan frowned, asking with slight confusion.
“Still playing dumb? Isn’t this your goal?”
Indra rolled his eyes.
“You think I can’t see it?”
Hearing that, Aslan looked at him strangely.
“Then try saying what you see.”
“Yo, still won’t admit it.”
Indra slapped his shoulder hard, hooking Aslan’s neck.
“From the start, you wanted to create an unending enmity with the Holy Son.”
“From those hell jokes to the scene just now, your goal was to draw hatred.”
“But you also know your identity determines some existences won’t let you face trouble. They’re even happy you’re disrupting the Holy Son.”
“Therefore, this confrontation will evolve into a battle between you and the Holy Son in the Campione War, preventing the opponent from gaining even one Authority, then finding opportunities to build good relations with other qualified King of the End candidates.”
“Ultimately, letting him become King of the End and Two-Digit. That way, under his and Shiroyasha’s protection, you’ll weather the Holy Son crisis.”
“Based on your recent closeness with Athena, plus the Trinity Spirit Status Athena created, she’s probably not far from completing that Spirit Status.”
“Meaning, as long as you block the Holy Son, Athena’s chances of winning the Campione War are very high.”
“Wow, going this far for Athena? Aren’t you afraid that crazy woman will sell you out in the end?”
Aslan looked at Indra and said with a deep gaze.
“What if I said King of the End can descend early?”
In fact, it was exactly as Indra said. That was indeed Aslan’s surface plan.
Only Athena didn’t need to participate in the Campione War to perfect the Trinity Spirit Status. She needed Pantheon power.
The one truly participating in the Campione War to gather experience was Athēna.
The real goal was to force the Holy Son, under his threat, to choose fighting King of the End early in the Campione War.
In The Great Ritual of the Old Covenant, King of the End’s power equals the combined power of all participating Heretic Gods and God Slayers in the Campione War.
Meaning, the fewer God Slayers and Heretic Gods, the weaker King of the End’s power.
Then, when are God Slayers and Heretic Gods fewest?
Of course, when most die at war’s end.
And at war’s start, before they can act.
At these two points, God Slayers and Heretic Gods are fewest, and King of the End’s power is weakest.
At this time, just find a way to summon King of the End, kill him, and seize his destiny.
That way, he could also take King of the End responsibility in the next Campione War.
Compared to the uncertainty of God Slayers achieving final victory, King of the End’s chances are clearly higher than God Slayers.
Especially for the Holy Son, because in the next war, he’d definitely become a public enemy, surrounded.
Now with Aslan added—currently Little Garden’s strongest Spatial ability user besides Queen Halloween. He might not gain a single Authority until Campione War’s end.
So for the Holy Son, he had only one choice: do everything to summon King of the End and seize his destiny, replacing Arthur as King of the End, before Campione War intensity rises.
Otherwise, he’d lose everything sacrificed to participate first in the Campione War.
Aslan didn’t know what the Holy Son sacrificed, but he could guess it was quite a large sacrifice.
Tearing Messiah’s Spirit Status, the wound inflicted on the Holy Son would need at least a thousand years to heal. Meaning, while Messiah is out of the arena…
For a thousand years, Aslan wouldn’t need to worry about the Holy Son’s threat at all.
As for after a thousand years… by then, believe him, he’d prove One-Digit to him?
And one more thing—for these old folks, with their experience, on high foundations, they’d definitely use equal power far better than Aslan.
Plus diverse Authority combinations, if it really reached Campione War’s end, even as King of the End, he might not defeat those who survived.
Conversely, early on, when everyone is still weak, Aslan was more confident defeating the old folks.
Like two ordinary people, the armed one is definitely superior.
But what if both are star-destroying level God Slayers and King of the End, also with diverse Authorities?
The experienced one would definitely defeat the inexperienced. Even if Aslan took the extra Star Holy Sword, Divine Sword of Salvation, it wouldn’t help.
At late stages, weapon proportion isn’t that high.
While early, when everyone lacks many Authorities, the gap between parties might not be that large.
Meaning, with a little trick from Aslan, there’s still a good chance to kill Messiah as King of the End.
As long as Messiah is out, with the Holy Son’s condition, he definitely won’t have time to deal with him.
After all, Aslan thinks Messiah’s Spirit Status is pretty good…
“Summon early?”
Indra’s eyes widened, saying incredulously.
“Is there such a hidden rule?”
“If you’re willing to pay the information fee, I can tell you too.”
Aslan patted his pocket, gesturing for Indra to understand.
After all, this news would leak sooner or later. Better make money while he can.
Honestly, making money from information fees is really fast. Aslan finally understood why Thousand Eyes, Little Garden’s largest commercial community, didn’t operate in commerce.
Business isn’t as fast as selling information.
“Then forget it. I still need to refill my little treasures.”
Indra showed a disgusted expression.
He only had this remaining portion now. If he gave more, he’d be drinking northwest wind.
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Title: You Smell Kinda Nice
At this point, Indra patted Aslan’s shoulder.
“Live well.”
With that, he left immediately.
With the chaos between Buddha, Christianity, and the Heavenly Army, he’d definitely be dragged into various negotiations again upon returning.
He really hoped Aslan could replace him as Heavenly Army Lord.
Vasavi Shakti must be used—don’t hide it… Aslan understood Indra’s meaning. If there was a hidden trump card, use Vasavi Shakti to hold it back for a while.
As for the pressure within, Indra would hold it first.
“Good kid, your skills are getting bigger!”
After Indra left, Shiroyasha pulled Aslan in, locking his neck tightly and hugging him.
“It’s been years—this is the first time I’ve seen that hypocrite show an expression like that! Next time, I’ll definitely bring you to the front and mock him a few more times.”
Aslan scratched his nose, looking at Shiroyasha with slight strangeness.
For some reason, he smelled an indescribable fragrance from Shiroyasha.
Shiroyasha was currently descended with the Sun God Spirit Status, not the Yaksha Spirit Status, and in adult form.
(Boss, you really smell nice~)
Of course, Aslan still had EQ and wouldn’t say something inappropriate like that.
If he really got hit, he’d have nowhere to complain.
After laughing uproariously, Shiroyasha realized something was off with Aslan and immediately released her hug.
She unconsciously stepped back a few paces from him. Seeing this, Shiroyasha’s face changed several times.
(Seems he’s thinking something very scary.)
(I treat you as a brother, but you want to sleep with me?)
(Isn’t narcissistic Algol enough for you?)
(Do you want a grand slam of Star Spirits?)
As if sensing Shiroyasha’s rejection, Aslan coughed awkwardly.
However, the atmosphere ultimately couldn’t return.
The two very tacitly avoided discussing this issue further, switching to another topic.
“However, you were a bit reckless this time.”
Shiroyasha angrily smacked Aslan’s head.
Directly challenging a Two-Digit? Even she wasn’t that bold back then.
The last person in all of Little Garden that bold was Sun Wukong.
But he only dared challenge Two-Digits, and that was due to Sun Wukong’s strong and special background.
And only because that old monk was kind-hearted, holding Sun Wukong for five hundred years. If he had a bad temper… even with Sun Wukong’s background, survival wasn’t guaranteed.
For a Two-Digit to attack a non-Two-Digit—it was extremely easy.
“What if… I said I could seize Messiah’s Spirit Status through the Campione War?”
Aslan said silently, using a highly secretive message transmission method.
He didn’t forget to use Fictional History to cover his communication with Shiroyasha.
“Wow, I can only say wow!”
“So you tore relations with the Holy Son for this!!”
Shiroyasha’s eyes widened, her face full of disbelief.
What did she hear?
Aslan could seize the Spirit Status Messiah split by the Holy Son.
What did this mean? If done right, even jumping to Two-Digit wasn’t impossible.
And Messiah’s Spirit Status, plus King of the End Spirit Status—even if King of the End Spirit Status was fake.
Plus half of the Holy Son’s Spirit Status—even if fake, it could be turned real.
If others knew killing the Holy Son’s incarnation could obtain half his Spirit Status, there wouldn’t be many untempted.
This was half a Two-Digit existence’s Spirit Status—equivalent to half a Two-Digit.
Even directly fighting the Holy Son, with the chance of getting half the Holy Son’s Spirit Status upon killing him, many Pantheons would be tempted.
As for directly defeating a Two-Digit? Don’t underestimate Pantheons’ secret tricks.
Another Cosmology alone could rival a Two-Digit. As for other hidden methods and backgrounds, every major Pantheon had capital to rival Two-Digits.
It was just a matter of cost.
As far as Shiroyasha knew, the two Pantheons that first established Little Garden—Zoroastrianism and the Greek Pantheon—which didn’t have ways to rival Two-Digits?
Current Indra alone could release Vasavi Shakti.
As for the Greek Pantheon, Shiroyasha personally experienced the era when Gaia still existed and the Chinese Pantheon hadn’t arrived. The Greek Pantheon suppressed everything.
The first true Two-Digit to rise in Little Garden was created by the Greek Pantheon.
Unlike Shiroyasha, Good and Evil Gods, Double Goddess—who were Two-Digits from birth.
However, the only issue was Two-Digits couldn’t be killed. Even if killed, unless by Winds of Decadence.
The next second, they could return from the truth they held.
Two-Digits were the universe’s truth itself.
Just like she was the Star Spirit of the Primeval Star. The Primeval Star had become an existence akin to a universe template.
No matter the world, the universe’s foundation basically wouldn’t change. As long as there was slight overlap in certain universe-forming elements with the Primeval Star, that universe was part of Shiroyasha.
Only now, she no longer had this ability. She was now the Star Spirit of White Night and Sun.
Unless she regained the Heliocentrism or Primeval Star Spirit Status.
“This is what you meant by making King of the End descend early?”
Shiroyasha held Aslan’s hand and rubbed it briefly, still seeming a bit in disbelief.
How long had she accepted Aslan? He was already nearly matching her this quickly?
“However, fortunately Judas and Holy Son Spirit Statuses don’t match. In a sense, he’s still the old Three-Digit.”
Aslan sighed.
“If the Holy Son was truly Jesus, my methods might only be child’s play.”
“But fortunately this way, it gives me a chance to take advantage.”
At this point, the corner of his mouth slightly lifted.
“Too bad, it’ll benefit that Halloween bitch again.”
Shiroyasha clicked her tongue in annoyance.
“You’re my person—why always benefiting Halloween!”
Shiroyasha stared at Aslan. Suddenly she felt this face increasingly annoying, wanting to squeeze it hard.
Do what she wanted. Did she, Shiroyasha, need permission from her follower to attack her own follower?
Shiroyasha unhesitatingly extended her naughty hand, squeezing Aslan’s face hard.
Instantly, the words Aslan wanted to say got stuck in his throat.
“Halloween, Algol, Athena—even Ahriman benefits from you. Why do I get nothing?”
Aslan looked at her with a strange expression.
The reason was Shiroyasha lacked nothing. She had no faction under her. She was full, the whole family not hungry.
As for such opportunities, she herself was a Two-Digit, also the Primeval Star, and Little Garden’s Central Core.
What could Aslan give her?
“After all, who said this would benefit Queen Halloween?”
Aslan brushed off Shiroyasha’s naughty hand from his face and said with a helpless expression.
“I plan to break free from Queen Halloween.”
Debts of gratitude or such were long paid. If calculated, Queen Halloween owed him a lot.
Killing and seizing Messiah’s Spirit Status as King of the End was basically risky.
After doing all this, Arthur’s identity would definitely be lost, and King of the End position would be vacant.
Waiting for Aslan to take it himself from the Campione War.
Washed once, to clear suspicions on him.
As Indra suggested—become Heavenly Army Lord, establish Heavenly Court, become Heavenly Emperor.
However, Aslan didn’t want the Heavenly Army Lord responsibility. He only needed to inherit the legacy and become Heavenly Emperor.
He didn’t want to be a chess piece for some, another’s puppet.
“Good if you have your own considerations—I won’t interfere.”
Shiroyasha sighed. Her follower was too capable. What should she do to not feel unaccomplished?
And most importantly, this poor Two-Digit had nothing to give.
“However, next, the Christian side might target Arcadia—in business or Gift Games.”
“If not for the Campione War, a War of the Gods would probably have started by now.”
“I hope you prepare early.”
“I understand.”
Aslan narrowed his eyes and said seriously.
Long before acting, he had prepared in all aspects. In the Upper Layer, Athena held the fort; Pantheon movements were monitored by Heracles at all times.
The only concern was Christianity’s Lower Layer power, but current Arcadia wasn’t to be underestimated.
Moreover, Aslan had the entire vampire clan under him. The Blood Empire’s development in Little Garden was far faster than Arcadia’s.
And the Buddha side would definitely give him face. In a sense, Aslan had helped Buddha.
“Good if you understand.”
Shiroyasha nodded, then said with a mixed smile.
“By the way, have you thought about how to explain to Karyou, Leticia, and Kurousagi? You must have a plan, right?”
“Should… have…”
Aslan’s face slightly darkened.
He suddenly acted targeting Messiah—even Leticia didn’t know.
Or rather, no one knew except Little Garden’s Central Core.
This time returning, he’d probably suffer.
Aslan sighed, shrugging helplessly.
“Time to go back.”
No choice. Then he could only face it directly.
Ganbatte!
Shiroyasha sympathetically patted Aslan’s shoulder, mourning for him.
She could certainly see Aslan’s state, but in this situation, sorry—she couldn’t help.
She was always the representative of rubbing but not entering.
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Title: It’s All Those Monks’ Fault
City of End, Arcadia Headquarters.
Returning to the City of End, back to Arcadia—only then did Aslan feel relieved.
Finally, he could rest for a moment.
After all, the chaos he caused was too great. Even Shiroyasha couldn’t avoid returning to Thousand Eyes, estimating the incident’s impact.
Adjusting Thousand Eyes’ business strategy and negotiating with various parties.
Yet Aslan unexpectedly gained free time and could catch his breath.
After returning from the Campione world, this was the busiest and most affair-filled period he’d ever experienced in Little Garden.
What else could he do—the lightning from the Campione world was too massive. So massive that if Aslan didn’t act and find a way, all of Little Garden could explode.
Looking at the familiar ceiling, he sighed.
“This Campione War issue has begun. Next, I must quickly find a way to trick the Holy Son into summoning King of the End.”
Though the Campione War was triggered by Aslan and planned by him, the ones working weren’t him—but Krishna and the old folks waiting for promotion.
Who knew if they’d add personal items or such?
About no backdoors? Who’d believe that?
How could he let these backup tricks activate and let them prepare slowly?
Disrupting plans, reformulating rules—before the backdoors prepared by gods and Buddhas activated. This was Aslan’s plan.
After all, once Campione War intensity rose, it wouldn’t be under his control anymore.
Early in the Campione War, the best target was the Holy Son. No one would allow the Holy Son to start a snowball effect.
Two-Digit positions weren’t many. How could they let the Holy Son occupy two alone?
Was his butt that big?
As for why they agreed? Because the Holy Son paid.
But taking money didn’t mean they’d let the Holy Son head straight for King of the End throne and end this war before it started.
Now, Aslan was the best flag to disrupt the Holy Son.
“Tch, really annoying.”
Aslan clicked his tongue, saying with slight irritation.
“Though I’m willing to act, letting myself be used by others as a spear aimed at the Christian Holy Son—I’m not happy.”
“Damn Buddha—can’t you let me develop in peace?”
If not for Buddha targeting him and forcibly dragging him into the arena, he should still be in Arcadia, watching the Campione War turbulence, observing with Shiroyasha.
Feeling used was truly uncomfortable.
“Nothing really happened? Returned safely.”
“Seems that Jesus really died.”
“Hey, in a sense, you really guessed the truth.”
Algol said with slight nostalgia. Though she was already free.
But that didn’t mean the Demon Star was useless. Aslan could still summon her, contact Algol, and use her power through the Demon Star.
In fact, in Aslan and Messiah’s recent confrontation, Algol was also a spectator—just not present at the scene.
“Too bad—who’d think current Christianity ultimately only left Maria as one of the founders?”
Algol said emotionally.
“Back then, that Jesus pulled us to found Christianity together. What a shame.”
Early Christianity’s small group initially consisted only of Yahweh, Jesus—who was Yahweh’s solo stan madman poet—and Algol, invited as the Holy Virgin.
And pedophilic pervert Maria. Precisely, Maria was beyond just pervert.
Her favorite was turning others into little girls, then controlling them.
Finally hated by all, expelled from her Pantheon, wandering to the newly founded Christianity.
Algol was harassed for a long time.
But as the Pantheon developed, Christianity was no longer the simple small group. Finally, competing for Christianity’s Holy Virgin position.
Algol was kicked out, only getting the primordial demon Lilith Spirit Status.
At least Maria, besides being somewhat pervert, was undoubted in motherhood. She was indeed more suitable for Holy Virgin than Algol.
Conversely, Algol’s demon Spirit Status was too strong. While she was Holy Virgin, she didn’t know how many converts turned into demons.
Finally forced to relinquish the Holy Virgin position.
But she also found her own path in the primordial demon Lilith Spirit Status.
Finally, due to too many antics plus crushing defeat, she was kicked out of the arena, losing founder status in Christianity.
Then Christianity only had Maria struggling alone. Even Algol didn’t know what to say.
“Enough, don’t talk about it anymore.”
Algol suddenly changed the topic.
“By the way, you really don’t plan to trick Buddha?”
After all, she was crushed by Sakyamuni and very resentful toward Buddha. She’d certainly be happy doing something to disrupt Buddha.
Algol’s suggestion was of course considered by Aslan—accepting Buddha’s investment and finally stabbing Buddha in the back, or such.
But Aslan ultimately gave up on this idea.
“It affects credibility too much.”
Aslan shook his head. He was still aware of credibility’s importance.
In the long future, he must leave a bottom line for himself. Better to fulfill agreed contracts.
“However, tricking Buddha isn’t impossible.”
At this point, a strange smile appeared on his face.
As long as no cooperation, no agreed conditions, not allies—then Aslan certainly had no psychological pressure to trick them.
“Detail it.”
Algol instantly got excited.
If she could trick Buddha’s stuff, she’d certainly be very happy.
If she could worsen things, even better.
“What if we pin Messiah’s murder on Buddha?”
Instantly, Algol’s breathing grew heavier. Aslan could hear her excitement from her breath.
“But Algol, how deep is your understanding of Dharma?”
However, pinning blame on Buddha had certain difficulty. Need to know gods and Buddhas, gods and Tathāgata, weren’t one system.
Gods walked faith and Authority path, while Tathāgata walked heart and transcendence path.
Not easy for ordinary people to pretend as monks in Little Garden. Those monks’ power was easily distinguishable.
“You should ask how many in Buddha have better Dharma understanding than me.”
Algol’s voice sounded slightly proud.
Back then she was crushed by Sakyamuni. Of course she studied Sakyamuni’s path. Her current path partly referenced Sakyamuni’s path.
If Demon Seed of Dao Heart fell fastest, it must be Buddha.
The only regret was that old monk’s power was too strong, making her attack Buddha.
If the old monk didn’t care, Algol could really turn Spirit Mountain into a demon nest in a hundred years.
Though Spirit Mountain now wasn’t different from a demon nest—the only difference was a golden body layer obtained.
“Then this matter is easy to handle.”
Aslan happily began discussing with Algol the plan to trick the Holy Son afterward.
“By the way, you really don’t want to profit from Buddha?”
Algol said temptingly, coaxing him to ask proactively.
“How?”
Since Algol wanted him to ask, Aslan asked?
After all, asking wouldn’t hurt him.
“You certainly know many ugly people in Buddha dislike Algol, right?”
“Now, Algol’s release news must have spread.”
Simply, Buddha’s monks didn’t want Algol participating in the Campione War.
After all, Algol once declared war on the Three Thousand Worlds and competed with Buddha for enlightenment chance.
She was also an existence reaching Three-Digit end, preparing to become Two-Digit.
In their eyes, Algol’s current path was clear—Athena’s Trinity Spirit Status.
Thus, those monks certainly didn’t want changes in the Campione War, even less Algol or Athena becoming Two-Digit.
Of course, best way was resealing Algol and personally supervising, sealing her on Spirit Mountain.
One common knowledge was Demon Star ownership long transferred from Perseus to Aslan.
Meaning Aslan likely related to Algol and knew her location.
Of course, one more thing. If Algol couldn’t be sealed, Aslan could exile Algol.
Exiled outside, usually not returning for thousands of years.
Also ensuring Aslan’s attitude. If willing to cooperate, Buddha could invest in him and continue further cooperation.
If not, don’t blame them for listing Aslan as a demon needing redemption.
After redeeming Aslan, then talk cooperation.
“So, interested in profiting?”
Algol said happily. Regarding selling her and Aslan’s whereabouts, she never cared.
Given her relationship with Aslan, she could return anytime.
After all, she now needed to calm down outside, also seeking a suitable Pantheon for fall. Seeing if she could make them all fall into demons at once by observing other worlds.
“Very interested.”
Aslan showed a sly smile. Indeed, in modern times, selling information was the best way to make money.
Ah, no. Information could no longer be called making money. It should be called robbing money.
Even robbing money wasn’t as fast as profiting from information.
