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🕑 Added 2025-11-04 09:32:49 +0000 UTCTitle: I See Aslan Has It, Ah, No, Canaria Has Talent Like Aslan!
“Oh.”
Brahma responded expressionlessly, indicating that he already knew.
He then lowered his head and continued handling his information. As the advisor to the Heavenly Army and head of intelligence, he couldn’t relax like Prithvi, who controlled most of Little Garden’s classified information.
He still had to manage the Heavenly Army’s administrative affairs, big and small. He didn’t expect a useless god like Indra to do anything at the moment.
Not adding to the chaos was already a blessing for him.
“Hey, Brahma, you’re just accepting it like that? Not trying to persuade him again?”
Indra, who had just been severely punished and had two panda eyes, stared at Brahma reluctantly.
“Persuade what? Persuade him to take over the Heavenly Army from you?”
Brahma’s calm gaze fixed on Indra. For some reason, Indra felt a little guilty at that moment.
“Haven’t we already completed the task given by Buddha?”
“Could it be, you really want Aslan to take over the Heavenly Army and clean up this mess?”
“Cough, cough.”
Indra coughed awkwardly, averting his gaze, somewhat afraid to look at Aslan.
As for Uesugi and Prithvi beside him, he was even less daring to look at them.
After all, he had nearly sold them out for his retirement. After being beaten earlier, he did feel a bit guilty.
“I think this kid definitely has the ability to clean up the Heavenly Army’s mess.”
Indra picked his nose, looking at Aslan suspiciously, without the slightest goodwill toward him.
(Making my daughter look like a ghost like this, and you still want me to be nice to you?)
This Aslan had surpassed the level of stealing a girl from her father. He was far worse, already at the level that deserved severe punishment.
Moreover, he even wanted to devour Kurousagi? If he didn’t put pressure on Aslan, he wouldn’t be Indra.
He only had two children and granddaughters, and they would all be ruined by this kid.
Even though he hadn’t acted yet, it was only a matter of time!
No one understood the thoughts of a boy Aslan’s age better than he did.
“And perhaps, many of the current messes were caused by this kid.”
Indra said gloomily. He saw... ah, no, precisely, he saw Aslan’s shadow in Canaria.
Canaria had talent like Aslan!!
Outwardly, this kid seemed obedient and law-abiding, but behind the scenes, who knew what troubles he caused or what grand plans he was brewing.
Although Canaria also caused commotions, at least everyone knew about them.
If one day Canaria became obedient, that would be the most terrifying.
And the most horrifying thing to think about was that Aslan had seemed obedient ever since arriving in Little Garden, yet Little Garden had never been peaceful.
Indra still didn’t understand how this kid had quietly become the deputy leader of the newly formed Ouroboros alliance, Hydra?
According to rumors, Hydra’s organizational structure, flag, and management philosophy all came from this kid.
“Old Indra, don’t shout nonsense here! Aren’t we the most law-abiding citizens in Little Garden!”
As if his sore spot had been hit, Aslan pointed at Indra and scolded him angrily.
“Since I came to Little Garden, I haven’t even littered once, and I often help women cross the street! How can you say I’m causing trouble?”
Although secretly, he was planning to build a second Little Garden, trying to revive Dystopia, establishing the Demon Lord alliance—Hydra, serving as the Last Trial of Mankind, sparking the God Slayer war, trapping the gods.... But he was still a law-abiding citizen of Little Garden, right?
(Even Little Garden’s Central Core thinks what I’m saying is true.)
“This is slander, slander!”
Hearing Aslan’s words, Indra picked his ear, looking at him with an expression of “look, do I believe you or not.”
(Come on, if you dare, explain to me how Mithras died?)
(Then explain why there’s been no news from Ares lately? And why Heracles took over as the God of War?)
Indra muttered a few sentences in his mind. Seeing Aslan’s fake “angelic” expression, he could barely hold back the urge to roll his eyes and vomit, and said while pinching his nose.
“Just answer, give me certainty, are you willing to take on this problem or not.”
If Aslan was truly willing, he would personally step in to help him secure the benefits Brahma mentioned, help him become the Heavenly Emperor, and solidify his position as the Last King.
If not, fine, he would bear it himself. It wasn’t the first time.
“No way, your problems are too big, I can’t shoulder them.”
Aslan looked at Indra speechlessly and said irritably.
“Let me explain first, out of this huge Heavenly Army, besides those here, how many can you actually command? I bet you can’t even command the Heavenly Army’s war weapons.”
The so-called war weapons were mass-produced gods like angels and celestial deities, without self-awareness, only possessing strong combat power.
Pure instruments of violence. To clean up Demon Lords, they often destroyed the outer gates where the Demon Lords resided.
Indra was silenced by Aslan’s words. If the situation wasn’t truly dire to this extent, why would he hope for him to bring change to the Heavenly Army?
“As a reminder, the Indra here can only command one.”
A fatal blow!
Brahma stabbed Indra again.
“Though I’m sorry, isn’t the person you mean me?”
Uesugi pointed at herself, saying with slight awkwardness.
Although she felt guilty toward her superior, Uesugi felt her conscience much lighter when thinking about the salary she had lent as collateral to pay off Indra’s debts.
“Alright, now there are none left.”
Brahma said with a slight smile.
Leaving Indra, covered in wounds, lying on the conference table.
“So this is what it’s like to be betrayed by those closest to you?”
Indra muttered.
He now just wanted to lie quietly in mama-san’s embrace. In this cold-hearted Heavenly Army, only mama-san’s embrace could give him a bit of warmth.
Why didn’t he mention someone else’s wife? Because there was someone else’s wife here, and if he mentioned it, he could be beaten to death, even though he was Indra.
Seeing Indra looking depressed, Prithvi, as his subordinate and colleague, gleefully raised her camera.
She aimed at Indra and started taking photos.
“I think tomorrow’s Shunsui-sha newspaper headline will be ‘Why Is the Heavenly Army Leader So Heartbroken? Digging Deeper into Indra’s Feelings’.”
Prithvi said with a smile.
“Hmm, it might sell like hotcakes tomorrow.”
The depressed expression on Indra’s face instantly vanished upon hearing this. If not for considering that he might not be Prithvi’s match.
Indra would have snatched the camera from Prithvi’s hands.
(Prithvi, I’ve never been mean to you, why won’t you let me live in peace.)
Heartbroken, truly heartbroken~~~
“Alright, let’s talk seriously.”
Aslan knocked on the table somewhat helplessly, signaling Indra and the others to be serious, and please stop continuing to shatter the Heavenly Army’s filter in his mind.
Though that filter was already nearly destroyed.
“So, which Buddhist faction gave this task? Really eager to trap me?”
However, as he spoke, Aslan’s eyes kept drifting toward Indra.
After all, Indra was the first to propose Aslan.
Moreover, in terms of contributions and merits to Little Garden, there truly weren’t many higher than Aslan’s.
Aslan’s record of defeating Aži Dahāka and exiling Angra Mainyu—two Last Trials of Mankind—was rarely matched.
Moreover, Aslan currently had abundant inheritance. He was entering with capital, not coming to divide their pie.
“The entire Buddha.”
Seeing Indra silent for a long time, Brahma spoke up to help him.
“Oh~, the entire Buddha, huh?”
Aslan narrowed his eyes, tapping the table repeatedly, producing crisp sounds.
For some reason, Indra felt chills down his spine at that moment.
Though Aslan was just a young man who hadn’t even reached Four-Digit Outlier, why did he give him such immense pressure.
“Tch, I really am a fragrant mochi.”
Aslan hissed irritably. The feeling of being targeted by the entire Buddha, wanting to skin him alive, was truly uncomfortable.
Although, if operated normally, with the double blessing of the Heavenly Army Leader and Last King positions, he could at least become Three-Digit.
He wouldn’t need to worry about the thoughts of those fake Buddhas from the Buddha faction.
This was why his family side also supported it.
But if it failed, he might really be skinned alive, and his hometown inheritance divided clean.
Becoming the next Indra.
However, if so, he wouldn’t need to worry about his conscience hurting when trapping Buddha.
It was just that the Christian issue wasn’t resolved yet, and Buddha was already catching up.
Even Aslan felt a bit of pressure.
“So, if you don’t take the position, the Buddhist side might not stay quiet.”
Indra said casually. The matter had reached this stage; it was no longer something that could be decided by just the two of them.
Unless His Holiness sitting on the lotus throne spoke, but His Holiness ultimately just smiled.
As for Aslan’s opinion... what opinion could he have? If successful, he would reach the pinnacle directly. If failed, he would only lose external possessions.
It wasn’t possible for these shameless old gods to personally intervene, capture Aslan, and crown him, right?
Once the yellow robe was worn, he would be the one in power.
Unfortunately, Indra ultimately couldn’t understand Aslan’s thoughts. Because the inheritance established by the ancestors had been passed to him, even if the ancestors rose again, they couldn’t take a single bit from him.
“But, I still refuse.”
Aslan put his foot on the conference table, chewing a toothpick, and said casually.
Just a mere Two-Digit position. He had nearly lifted two people to that position with his own hands.
Was it worth a second glance?
-
Title: As Everyone Knows, Aslan and Arthur Never Appear Together
“After all, old Indra, you’re being unfair.”
“The work is done by me, the pressure is borne by me, the funds are spent by me, but the one whose dream comes true is you? No wonder you were impeached.”
Faced with Aslan’s mockery, Indra didn’t deny it, because that was indeed the truth.
For Aslan, he could just live leisurely as a tycoon. With his current situation, he was living very comfortably.
The entire Little Garden was dragged into the vortex of the God Slayer war, while Arcadia was peacefully living its small life.
And as the only Floor Master in the Lower Layer equivalent to Halloween Queen, who knew how many Pantheons would ask for his help. Right now, Aslan could really demand a high price.
In contrast, the current Heavenly Army, honestly, had rotted to a certain extent.
Even if Aslan entered with capital and successfully ascended the throne.
The Twelve Guardian Deities might give him a little face and obey him.
But what about the subordinates? What they were after was only the funds Aslan brought. At most, they would praise and pretend to be nice when asking for money.
As for actually working? Wasn’t Indra impeached when he tried to do something real?
Unless Aslan could truly become Two-Digit. Even Indra could only try his best to help him achieve it.
Right now, how many people were capable of defeating the Holy Son who had descended as a human? This was the reincarnation of a Two-Digit.
Thinking about this, Indra couldn’t help but speak in a helpless tone.
“If you don’t want to, fine. Can I force you? At least I can still hold this position for now.”
(As if you weren’t begging me.)
Aslan instinctively grumbled in his heart. With Indra’s current attitude, he was practically on his knees begging him.
“Then sit for another five or six years. Maybe by then Kalki will have reached Three-Digit and can replace you.”
Aslan replied with a smile. The Heavenly Army had too many problems, so he really didn’t want to take over.
The tenth incarnation of Vishnu, the future Savior who held the Mock Authority – Avatara. He could complete his Spirit Status and grow quickly just by collecting solar authorities.
And based on the origins of Kalki and Indra’s Spirit Status, where the source of the Indian Pantheon’s Spirit Status came from Indra, in terms of relationship.
Kalki would even have to call Indra father.
“Enough, why don’t you just say let Yang Jian ascend the throne?”
Indra couldn’t help but roll his eyes. Did Aslan really not know how big the problems surrounding Kalki were?
The Great Heavenly Venerable was a key piece to complete the Spirit Status of the Preserver God – Vishnu. It would be strange if they let him go.
As for Yang Jian, did Aslan really think he hadn’t knelt and begged Yang Jian? Yang Jian almost drove him away with his three-pointed spear.
He himself was already reluctant to be forced into Little Garden, and now they wanted to add more burden?
He was in a hurry to retire.
“It’s not impossible…”
Aslan pinched his chin, lost in thought. Maybe trapping Yang Jian was also a good idea.
The Heavenly God of Justice would at least be far better sitting in this position than a useless god like Indra.
“If you can really make Yang Jian ascend the throne, I, Indra, will take your surname.”
After Indra threw out the threat, he didn’t continue the conversation.
At this moment, the Heavenly Army conference room was also shrouded in silence.
After all, Aslan really didn’t want to, what could they do? They couldn’t really tie him up, right? They weren’t even sure they could kidnap him.
After a long silence, Indra sighed and said gloomily.
“Since you don’t want to, it seems I can only let Arthur take the position.”
“I heard Arthur has the Holy Sword of the Star that is no weaker than Vasavi Shakti. In extreme situations, he can explode with Three-Digit power.”
“He seems like a good successor too.”
As he spoke, Indra shifted his gaze to Aslan, carefully observing his reaction.
However, seeing Aslan do nothing, even showing an expression of agreement.
Indra was a little confused.
Did this kid really not want to take over the position of Heavenly Army Leader?
As for Arthur, he was just saying it.
After all, standing behind him was Halloween Queen. If Halloween Queen led the Heavenly Army? That would be the real big problem.
At the same time, Indra also cleared one doubt, namely the doubt that Aslan and Arthur might be the same person.
After all, the timing of Aslan and Arthur’s appearances was too coincidental, less than a day apart.
Halloween Queen announced that she had found the King Arthur candidate she wanted, and after that there was no more news.
Or there was only a little movement, but they had never seen King Arthur appear.
Even after becoming the Last King, Arthur never appeared in Little Garden, as if deliberately hidden.
But the temporary leader of Avalon, the little girl named Artoria, and the Authorities called Noble Phantasms couldn’t be faked.
And coincidentally, Aslan had once exchanged a Noble Phantasm called Twelve Labors with Heracles.
It was hard to say whether this was another moody action by Halloween Queen? Or a talent competition against Shiroyasha? Proxy war.
As everyone knows, Halloween Queen and Shiroyasha had a less than harmonious relationship, often arguing and causing trouble.
Shiroyasha suddenly got lucky, obtaining an outstanding subordinate god like Aslan. It was natural for Halloween Queen to be jealous and make a fuss.
After all, Halloween Queen was the Pantheon that governed the truth of [Summoning]. Whether past, future, virtual, or nonexistent, as long as Halloween Queen wanted.
She could summon it.
The first King Arthur and Kasukabe Koumei were both summoned by Halloween Queen.
Summoning King Arthur again was also not impossible.
After all, there was no need to think further, how could Halloween Queen choose to develop talent together with Shiroyasha?
If it was Halloween Queen, she would only steal from Shiroyasha, it’s just that she didn’t succeed.
After all, Halloween Queen spread the news, recruiting Aslan for the position of Merlin wasn’t just for a day or two.
Wasn’t this clearly aimed at Shiroyasha?
Look at the subordinate god you developed with great effort, in the end becoming the companion of my knight.
Who knows how angry Shiroyasha was at that time.
Aslan smiled and looked at Indra, sneering in his heart.
(Tch, still trying to fool me?)
Fortunately, Aslan was prepared when he heard the second candidate was Arthur.
Otherwise, it would be bad if he accidentally showed a flaw.
Seeing Indra silent, Aslan couldn’t help but smile.
“What? Don’t you want Arthur to become the Heavenly Army Leader? Don’t worry, I will definitely support it with both hands.”
“Go, go, go.”
Hearing his words, Indra rolled his eyes at Aslan, scolding.
“Do you really think I don’t know about your shady relationship with the Queen?”
“Since you have no intention of becoming the next Heavenly Army Leader, get out quickly! The Heavenly Army doesn’t welcome you!”
Indra waved his hand in disgust, and with tacit understanding, didn’t discuss the matter of Vasavi Shakti.
Although that thing was in Aslan’s hands, he gave it to him out of guilt.
But Aslan’s wife, Karyou, was still working in the Heavenly Army. It was very easy to borrow it when needed.
“Go then go, do you think I really want to sit in this chair? This chair is hard, completely uncomfortable. I really don’t know how you’ve been sitting in it all this time.”
Aslan complained. What era is this, why is the Heavenly Army conference room chair still made of jade. Although it looks majestic and dominating when sat on.
But it’s not friendly to the butt.
“Just let him go like that?”
Prithvi looked at the empty main seat and said with slight worry.
Although she was upset that Indra sold them out, but honestly, Aslan was indeed a hope that the Heavenly Army could see.
He had ability, capital, and was still young. If the Heavenly Army was handed over to Aslan, he could really create a new style and head toward a bright future.
Instead of continuing to rot like this.
“Then what else?”
Indra rolled his eyes and complained.
“This kid’s understanding of Little Garden’s situation is far clearer than mine. Little Garden can be stable, and the competition for the Last King can be controlled within the scale of the God Slayer war.”
“Who knows how much effort and connections this kid has put into it.”
“I really don’t know where Canaria got a monster like this from.”
“So, Aslan did it?”
Prithvi’s eyes sparkled. She hadn’t thought about this either. She was wondering why Indra and Yang Jian nominated Aslan even though they knew there was a trap.
For someone without ability, this was a bottomless abyss.
For someone with ability, he would only use this momentum to soar high.
The bigger the waves, the more expensive the fish, the more profit.
Of course, the worse the death too.
“Next, let’s see how long I can hold on.”
Indra stretched, leaned back in the chair and twisted twice.
“That kid is right, this chair is indeed hard, completely uncomfortable.”
“I’ll change the chairs here to sofas next time. The Heavenly Army also needs to keep up with the times.”
“Hmm, the cost will be deducted from Indra’s salary.”
Brahma answered Indra without looking up.
Did Indra really think the Heavenly Army’s finances were healthy? Maintaining a large group of burdens like this, even the Heavenly Army wasn’t sure it could afford it.
The Heavenly Army also didn’t have leftover food.
“Deduct, deduct as much as you want. If you can deduct it, you win.”
Indra picked his nose, looking like a dead pig not afraid of boiling water.
His salary to pay fines was already unknown for tens of thousands of years into the future.
After all, the Heavenly Army also made laws for some simple morality.
For example, the crime of adultery, and one thing known is that Indra had the same hobby as Cao Cao.
That is, Indra really liked other people’s wives, and he was caught not just once or twice.
It could be said that Indra was in the Heavenly Army prison eight out of ten days, and the remaining two days in someone else’s wife’s bed.
“Alright, I’ll use Saci’s account.”
Brahma said without looking up.
“Brahma, you bastard…”
-
Title: Just Like the Old Arcadia
Outer Gate 565656, Sakramaa Gaa Headquarters.
Atop a simple five-story apartment building, a flag fluttered: a blue mandala as the base, adorned with two black and white serpents biting each other’s tails in a circle. The black serpent appeared severed and fading, while the white serpent’s scales emitted stars.
This was the community founded by Kalki under Orpheus’s guidance after Ouroboros’s dissolution.
「(Sakramaa Gaa)」—「Sankromana Gaana」, meaning The Group That Transcends Darkness.
No era mentioned, no name specified—only their aspiration revealed, or more accurately, Kalki’s aspiration.
Just like the old Arcadia, with the ultimate goal of surpassing Angra Mainyu.
“His Highness, I’m back.”
Suddenly, a girl’s cheerful voice rang out from the apartment entrance. As the door opened, a lively black-haired girl in a sleeveless black dress entered, a short jacket tied at her waist.
“Rin.”
Seeing Rin return, Kalki—who was seated at the head chair studying a map—called out happily.
“I bought desserts for His Highness and everyone. A community held a Gift Game today, and I won discount coupons. Come on, everyone, eat up.”
Rin smiled broadly and placed the large bags she carried on the table.
This past month felt like a dream. No more demands from Ouroboros—just peaceful daily life with community comrades.
And occasionally participating in Gift Games to build reputation, attracting more communities to join their alliance.
If only days like this could last longer.
Dark clouds loomed in Rin’s mind. As Canaria’s disciple, she was well aware of how turbulent Little Garden’s current situation was.
They were still too weak and unworthy of being dragged into this vortex.
But for Kalki, his fate ensured he couldn’t avoid various hardships.
Rin saw Kalki still seated at the head, studying Little Garden’s situation. She unconsciously puffed her cheeks, feeling a bit annoyed.
“His Highness, what are you researching?”
Rin approached and asked curiously.
Hearing that, Kalki answered without looking up.
“Heretic God attacks are growing rampant. The nearby Outer Gate 565657 is on the brink of destruction due to battles between Heretic Gods and God Slayers.”
“The only relief is that the Outer Gate’s Floor Master foresaw this and prepared evacuations in advance. Casualties are relatively low, but Outer Gate 565657 has reached a level requiring reconstruction.”
Kalki’s tone sounded slightly low. The Savior’s compassion shone through him again.
Though the God Slayer war treaty had been signed, would the gods, Buddhas, and God Slayers care about ordinary people?
No need to think—it was impossible.
Both Heretic Gods and God Slayers were, to the Lower Layer, Demon Lords akin to natural disasters.
Without restrictions, sooner or later this would escalate into a truly chaotic apocalypse.
“So, His Highness’s intention?”
Rin seemed to understand something. She turned and saw Kalki’s serious expression.
“This is our chance, isn’t it? To build our reputation.”
As he said this, Kalki’s tone couldn’t help but rise. He looked at his community members seated around him with high spirits.
Hoping they would respond and strive together with him to surpass Angra Mainyu.
But all he got was silence—except from Rin and his mentor, Orpheus.
Everyone was busy with their own affairs.
Facing this, even Kalki felt a bit depressed.
After all, Kalki’s current environment was no different from Factory. Not one person working beside him wasn’t a lackey or spy from another power.
Though they worked hard and contributed, what was missing was the feeling of true comrades.
“Then, His Highness, have you chosen a target? Our first target—Heretic God or God Slayer?”
After a long silence, the long-haired, melancholic Orpheus spoke up.
“If His Highness hasn’t chosen, I have a suggestion.”
Kalki looked up at Orpheus curiously. Others—Lamia, Aura, Greiya—also raised their heads and looked at Orpheus.
What suggestion would the founder of Arcadia give?
“Please tell me, Teacher.”
Kalki said happily. He was also confused about choosing a target. After all, without Ouroboros, he had no information source.
He was nearly directionless, completely unsure where to step.
“The God Slayer Messiah, who killed the Heretic Jesus a few days ago, is an excellent target.”
Orpheus smiled and said it outright without beating around the bush.
But after he finished, the entire room was shrouded in an indescribable silence.
The God Slayer who killed Heretic Jesus?
Jesus—the Holy Son of Christianity, one of Little Garden’s strongest beings suspected to be Two-Digit.
The Heretic God incarnation of that God.
Suspected, but everyone in the room except Kalki knew that “suspected” was nearly confirmed.
The Holy Son was one of Little Garden’s seventeen Full-Authority Domains—a true strongest existence.
What kind of being could kill His Heretic God incarnation?
Could they really kill such an existence?
When everyone looked at him, Orpheus stroked his harp, smiled, and continued.
“Listen to my explanation.”
“That Messiah only took advantage of Jesus being possessed by the incarnation and fighting another Heretic God—both injured.”
“He didn’t truly kill Heretic Jesus head-on. Moreover, His Highness is Vishnu’s incarnation, the End-Times Savior. How could you not act against a fake walking in Little Garden under the name Savior?”
“.....”
Yet no one in the room dared speak. After all, even if only to that extent.
It still far exceeded their imagination. They couldn’t fathom someone daring to walk in Little Garden under the Holy Son’s name after killing His incarnation.
Though they were all Demon Lords, they lacked such courage.
No—this wasn’t courage anymore; it could even be called active suicide.
“So, understand? If we don’t act this time, sooner or later other communities will.”
Orpheus sneered inwardly and said.
In the end, this was incomparable to Arcadia’s early days. Back then, Arcadia consisted only of Canaria, the framed Kasukabe Koumei, Baron Croix, and himself—four people.
But afterward, not one of them was a coward. Back then, even Canaria dared mock Shiroyasha directly.
Though she was punished severely, nearly beaten to death.
Let alone a fool named Messiah.
Though this Messiah was indeed an incarnation of half the Spirit Status split by the Holy Son Himself.
Yet precisely because of that, Orpheus allowed Kalki to proceed with his madness.
Kalki was silent for a long time. After staring at Orpheus briefly, he sighed.
“Then let’s set God Slayer Messiah as the target.”
Was this just a fleeting flower, a mirror and water illusion?
This short vacation of over a month even gave Kalki the illusion he had escaped their sight.
But in reality, once they had time, he would ultimately return to his original position.
His Highness, after all, remained the Serpent Highness.
Yet at least he was still walking the path he wanted, even if that path was full of thorns.
“Then please help me devise a battle plan and gather information.”
Afterward, Kalki lowered his head and sank back into thought.
On the other side, Orpheus’s gaze lingered on Rin for a long time. Finally, it fell on the Grimoire at Rin’s waist.
“Rin, what Gift is that? May I see it?”
Suddenly called by Orpheus, Rin was stunned for a moment. Then she removed the disguised Unofficial History copy as a Grimoire and handed it to Orpheus.
“Of course. This is a Grimoire I won in a previous LCO Gift Game.”
Rin agreed happily, but inwardly she was still a bit worried.
After all, this book was actually given to her by Canaria and integrated into the Grimoire.
Yet the book did have Grimoire capabilities. LCO did sell powerful Gifts like this.
A rare Gift that could record and use magic.
Taking the Grimoire, Orpheus examined it curiously. However, the setup Aslan had arranged didn’t escape Orpheus.
Behind the Grimoire disguise, he saw Canaria’s poetry collection.
“I didn’t expect—I still couldn’t hide it from Teacher.”
An energetic woman’s voice came from the Grimoire. It was the fiction clone set by Fiction-Canaria inside the Grimoire.
“I also didn’t expect—you, whom I once discarded, would return to Little Garden.”
Orpheus looked at Canaria’s shadow with great interest. This trick of Canaria’s was quite intriguing even in his eyes.
“I also didn’t expect—it was you who attacked Arcadia back then.”
Canaria sighed, then showed a bright smile.
“However, your teachings—I remember them very clearly.”
“Always suspect my enemy with the worst intent, and distinguish who is enemy and who is friend.”
“If I hadn’t prepared a backup plan back then, I might never have known Orpheus was Krishna’s human name.”
-
Title: Dirty, Truly Way Too Dirty
“I never expected my useless disciple would still dare show up in front of me.”
Orpheus clapped his hands, looking extremely pleased.
The out-of-control Canaria had given him a long-lost joy.
“Evil teacher, can’t we properly enjoy the master-disciple atmosphere after this hard-won reunion?”
Canaria puffed up her cheeks angrily, expressing her dissatisfaction like a child.
(Seriously, wasn’t Arcadia founded together? Can’t you leave even a little for Arcadia?)
(Damn, you’re really doing it yourself—how cautious are you?)
At that moment, Orpheus slapped the Grimoire, dispersing Canaria’s shadow, and sneered.
“Fake.”
He had never revealed that Orpheus was his former human name. Only a handful of existences in Little Garden might know this secret.
As for the exile of Arcadia? That was indeed his doing, but this was clearly not information Canaria could recognize or know.
Though he was young among the Two-Digits, he had been in Little Garden long enough.
Under the Two-Digit information blockade, unless one could filter Two-Digit perception, uttering a specific name would be sensed.
Yes, exactly—just by saying Orpheus, or even thinking it in one’s mind, as long as there was the slightest malicious intent, he would feel it.
Krishna was his honorific title; Orpheus was his true name. He had trapped many people using the name Orpheus.
Canaria might not be able to avoid detection by the name Orpheus, especially after Arcadia’s destruction—if Canaria knew the truth, she would surely hate him deeply.
But he had never sensed Canaria calling his name. Even the Canaria from earlier who mentioned his name—he felt no reaction at all.
Aslan never expected that the reason he was exposed was because his disguise and filtering were too good?
It could only be said that Krishna was indeed a Big Shot who had risen to Two-Digit. This verification method was utterly unpredictable by ordinary people.
“Whose old friend’s handiwork is this?”
Orpheus flipped through the copy of the Unofficial History—which was actually Canaria’s poetry collection—then tossed it back to Rin, who stood beside him.
Rin also breathed a sigh of relief, reverting it to its original Grimoire form and hanging it at her waist.
Fortunately, since Orpheus joined, she had never used any methods related to Fictional Historian—only Poet techniques.
The copy of the Unofficial History had long been forged into Canaria’s poetry collection, and since the original Unofficial History had sublimated into the Pseudepigrapha of Mythology.
This caused the book’s disguise ability to rise to a higher level. For Orpheus, who could only wield Four-Digit power, he might not be able to recognize it.
Aslan had once experimented on Shiroyasha. Sealing did indeed reduce one’s observational power.
And the last thing Fiction needed to worry about was disguise ability.
The only drawback was that the Fictional Historian ability was extremely powerful, but currently, it could only be obtained through the Poet profession.
And no merits related to Fictional Historian could be gained. After all, in Little Garden, Fictional Historian didn’t truly exist—it had never appeared—so how could merits be earned?
Rin could currently only be considered a Poet. Without the copy, she couldn’t yet be called a Fictional Historian.
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Arcadia Headquarters.
“Tch, so they’re all seasoned Big Shots.”
Aslan clicked his tongue in annoyance. The moment the backup he left with Rin was triggered, he knew the Fiction—Canaria he created—couldn’t hide from Krishna.
On the other side, Fiction-Canaria sat innocently beside Aslan.
What could he do?
Facing Krishna, a Big Shot among Two-Digits, no amount of preparation would help.
Even the real Canaria couldn’t defeat Krishna—let alone a mere imitation like her.
“But are Krishna and the others serious? Really planning to let Kalki intercept the Holy Son?”
The corner of Aslan’s mouth curved into a smile, as if talking to himself.
“I don’t want it, so they’re planning to send Kalki forward?”
“No, no, no. It’s not about letting Kalki hunt the Holy Son—it’s about giving the Holy Son a chance to hunt Kalki.”
Soon, Aslan realized. This was the God Slayer war.
But Kalki wasn’t involved in the God Slayer war at all. Meaning, whether Kalki killed the Holy Son or the Holy Son killed Kalki, there would be no gain.
This was clearly just to disrupt the Holy Son.
(You want to be the Last King, you show up first? Then I won’t let you have your way and will cause trouble.)
Because when God Slayers acted, they could only maintain Five-Digit Elite Spirit Status and physique. They must not bring any Authorities.
Only after successfully killing a Heretic God head-on could they possess Authorities and rise to Five-Digit Outlier.
They wouldn’t become Four-Digit, because Dark Christmas required a weak-over-strong victory to seize Authorities.
And most Heretic Gods were Four-Digit. Once they reached Four-Digit, they would lose many Authorities.
Staying at Five-Digit Outlier was the comfort zone.
And if everyone was at Five-Digit Outlier, strength and weakness were simple—it depended on Authority comprehension and quantity.
The faster one acted, the more Authorities accumulated, the stronger the power, and the easier the snowball effect.
With the Holy Son’s methods, if unchecked, he might become the strongest God Slayer.
Two-Digit Authority comprehension and absolute Authority quantity advantage would create an unbeatable monster.
But if you can’t disrupt him within the rules, why not disrupt him outside the rules?
Fellow God Slayers and Heretic Gods might not be his match—so what about those not participating in the God Slayer war?
For example, Kalki—Four-Digit Elite level, with Mock Authority. Though he might not be the Holy Son’s opponent.
But troubling the Holy Son, causing chaos for him, was definitely possible.
Due to Kalki’s special identity, the Holy Son absolutely couldn’t kill him.
“Dirty, truly way too dirty.”
Aslan couldn’t help but sigh. He could imagine how disgusted the Holy Son would be with their maneuvers.
“As expected, when it comes to trapping people and slowing momentum, I still need practice.”
“Since that’s the case, I’ll join the fun too.”
Aslan narrowed his eyes. Something this entertaining—how could he not participate?
After all, the matter of the Holy Son trying to destroy Arcadia through Mithras still wasn’t settled.
“No, no, no—something this fun, how could I enjoy it alone?”
Aslan flashed a bright smile, opened the door, and headed straight for Shiroyasha’s room.
*SLAM!*
Aslan opened Shiroyasha’s door without hesitation.
What greeted him was Shiroyasha changing clothes, wearing children’s underwear.
“Sorry, my bad!”
Aslan quickly closed the door, then as if remembering something.
He opened it again and gave Shiroyasha a thumbs-up.
“Boss, great taste.”
And before he could close the door, Shiroyasha threw a pillow at him.
“Shut up!!”
Shiroyasha said angrily.
Lately, Shiroyasha had been staying at Arcadia, not far from Aslan’s room.
Sometimes, Aslan would see Shiroyasha leaving Kurousagi’s room, or being chased out by Algol…
It was just rare for her to wake up this late, like today.
Shiroyasha’s sleep schedule was still very healthy.
“Speak—what do you want?”
Shiroyasha glared sharply at Aslan. She had lacked sleep last night, and now upon waking, she was even… no, mocked by Aslan.
What’s wrong with children’s underwear? Her current body couldn’t support sexy lingerie.
Believe it or not, when she regained her Divinity, she’d show her taste to Aslan?
No—that would be too beneficial for this kid?
Seeing Shiroyasha’s expression like if you don’t satisfy me, you’ll regret it, Aslan smiled awkwardly.
Then with a thick face, he entered and sat on Shiroyasha’s bed.
“Boss, interested in selling information?”
“What information?”
Shiroyasha showed a curious expression. And what information made Aslan come to her?
Her instincts told her this was valuable information worth making money from.
“Information about Kalki being arranged to intercept the Holy Son.”
Aslan took a glass from the table, poured himself water, and sipped it.
Hearing that, Shiroyasha was instantly shocked. She certainly knew about the Holy Son issue. Though full compensation had been given, the fact that he made many people unhappy was true.
However, few could withstand the Holy Son’s retaliation, and few dared to surround or block the Holy Son’s path.
Even Three-Digits might not dare. This would truly anger the Holy Son.
But if replaced with someone else, it might be different.
For example, Kalki—with Two-Digit essence and fellow Savior status. Though Kalki was indeed quite pitiful, being someone else’s pawn. But it depended on whose pawn. Behind Kalki stood four Full Domain Authorities of the Sun King.
Even beating a dog requires looking at the owner. Would the Holy Son dare attack Kalki, protected by four Full Domain Authorities?
With Kalki holding the pressure upfront, it would be easy for others to sneak dark attacks and shift blame.
“Wow, this makes me feel bad for the Holy Son.”
Shiroyasha couldn’t help but laugh.
“So, I’ve decided to give a discount on this information. I’ll set it at 99.9% off.”
Hearing that, the corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched. What’s the difference from no discount?
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Title: Hahaha, Holy Son Panics!
Outer Gate 7777777.
Above the grand and ancient church, a flock of white doves flew past. Sacred hymns echoed around the church, purifying the hearts of the congregation.
The followers wore various attire, coming to worship under the guidance of neatly dressed nuns and priests.
At this moment, a young man in a white robe, with white hair and golden eyes, arrived at the main church, listening to the priest reading the Gospel of the Lord.
“Hey, Kalki, you’re here to listen to the Messiah’s Gospel too?”
Just as Kalki found a seat and before he could sit comfortably, someone patted his shoulder.
Hearing the familiar voice, Kalki turned his head and was surprised to see a face he recognized.
“Senior Aslan? Why are you here?”
Kalki stared in shock at Aslan’s brightly smiling face. Why was Aslan here?
“I came to worship.”
Aslan secretly made the sign of the cross on his chest, saying “Amen” in his heart, and spoke very politely.
Only then did Kalki notice that the middle-aged man sitting beside Aslan, wearing a purple suit with a single blue ponytail, seemed to be Indra.
Kalki’s eyelids twitched. So, who else didn’t know he was planning to challenge the God Slayer Messiah today?
It seemed not a single person in the entire church had an aura below Four-Digit.
Damn, how many people came to watch today.
Even Kalki couldn’t help but blush in embarrassment at this scene.
As everyone knows, nine out of ten snakes are spies. Kalki’s small personal group was even worse.
Except for Kalki, this poor kid, everyone else was a spy from various powers.
In fact, Kalki’s existence was almost transparent to Aslan and the others if they intended to investigate.
They could even count how many times Kalki breathed yesterday.
“By the way, Kalki, I heard you’re forming an alliance to fight God Slayers and Heretic Gods?”
Aslan asked curiously. Even Indra beside him leaned in with interest.
The other gods and Buddhas present also perked up their ears with curiosity.
The so-called God Slayer war was just a game for a handful of people. For the general public, most were victims of the God Slayer war.
Especially the gods and Buddhas forced to incarnate as Heretic Gods—they suffered the most. At least they had to lose one Authority.
Though there was compensation, was this compensation worth the Authority they had woven over thousands of years?
Even if they could reweave it with their experience, it still required resources and time.
Quite a few were dissatisfied with this.
Therefore, if an anti-Heretic God and God Slayer alliance emerged now, they would gladly provide conveniences.
“Yes, because the damage caused by battles between Heretic Gods and God Slayers is too great.”
It was almost like Demon Lords.
But Kalki didn’t dare say the last sentence. Though he didn’t know the intricacies of the God Slayer war, he somewhat sensed that the waters of the God Slayer war ran very deep.
There were things better left unsaid.
In fact, Heretic Gods and God Slayers were Demon Lords. Except they couldn’t use Host Master Authority, they were no different from Demon Lords.
“Ambitious.”
Aslan looked at him. Even in this situation, Kalki hadn’t forgotten his ambition, and couldn’t help but give a thumbs-up.
Then Aslan secretly took out two cards from his pocket and slipped them into Kalki’s hand.
“Shh, keep it down. Use these if you lose later.”
Aslan said in a low voice. These were Gifts he had specially prepared to counter the Holy Son.
“Got it.”
Kalki nodded seriously. As if encouraged by his idol, at this moment, he suddenly felt challenging the Holy Son’s incarnation wasn’t too difficult.
After all, Kalki had Two-Digit essence. Though he was naive, young, and lacked information.
His intuition was very strong.
He already understood that what he needed to do now was prove his strength while challenging the God Slayer Messiah.
Only then could he gain enough freedom, instead of being treated like a chess piece, toyed with at will.
Unfortunately, he needed Solar Authorities to complete his Spirit Status, but until now he hadn’t obtained a single Solar Authority.
“By the way, I almost forgot. I have one more thing that suits your Authority quite well.”
Aslan remembered the God of War of the East Authority he got from Verethragna in the Cam world.
Though the usage conditions for the Ten Incarnations ability were very strict, in a certain sense, it was still very suitable for Kalki.
“By the way, old Indra, don’t forget you owe me another favor.”
Instantly, Indra’s expression, which had been enjoying the show, turned sour again.
What did he do? Why did he suddenly owe Aslan another favor?
But Indra’s instincts told him he did owe Aslan this time.
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Finally, after finishing reading the Gospel, Messiah, wearing black priestly robes in the center of the church, put down the book and looked toward the people from various Pantheons who came to watch from the church pews.
Of course, just to watch. Very few openly helped Kalki like Aslan.
In fact, though they knew Hydra’s plan to arrange Kalki to intercept the God Slayer—who was the Holy Son’s incarnation killing Heretic Gods.
They still didn’t dare do anything. At most, they warned Heretic Gods not to approach the Holy Son’s hunting grounds.
This was to slow the Holy Son’s growth.
Truly attacking in the dark and killing the Holy Son? They didn’t dare. After all, the Holy Son didn’t descend with his true body—only his incarnation.
Killing one incarnation and making the Holy Son and Christianity mortal enemies for it was too unworthy.
They were very clear about their position—they came to cause trouble, not to seek death.
Small Five-Digits were easy to trap, but also easier to become victims of certain existences.
Look, only Kalki dared challenge Messiah?
Not everyone had a Two-Digit behind them like Aslan.
God Slayer Messiah looked around, and only a handful dared make eye contact with him.
Aslan smiled challengingly at Messiah. He still clearly remembered the Mithras issue.
Indra beside him picked his nose, also showing no signs of backing down.
Finally, Messiah shifted his gaze to Kalki, who was walking step by step toward him.
“Why did you have to destroy Outer Gate 66666? All of that could have been avoided.”
Kalki questioned step by step, with determination in his eyes.
After all, Kalki hadn’t been led astray by Ouroboros yet. Especially with the freedom of the past month, shedding the name Kalki, participating in Gift Games as a free person at Outer Gate 565656, like a free citizen of Little Garden.
In this month, he felt he had understood his mission. He was the last ray of light at the end of the age, who would eradicate all evil, ending the collapsing old world.
Though necessary evil would exist, if he could avoid involving the innocent, he would try his hardest to avoid it, even if he had to pay more.
But a Savior like Messiah—he couldn’t tolerate. Just because Outer Gate 66666 was dominated by ghosts and Demons, he destroyed the Outer Gate.
Just to force out the Heretic Gods hiding within.
Under the gaze of many eyes, Messiah looked at the approaching Kalki, showing a slight expression of surprise.
“So… you came to challenge me just for this small matter?”
“Small matter?”
Kalki became furious. The lives of at least a million residents of the Outer Gate were just a small matter.
“All evildoers, fear my power. I, the mighty one, raise the sign of the ferocious Camel!”
And just as the battle was about to begin, a discordant voice rang out.
“Place your bets—place your bets!”
Indra stood on the pew, shouting loudly:
“Kalki wins two-to-one, Messiah wins one-to-one! Ties go to the house!”
The watching gods and Buddhas laughed and gathered. Gift cards and Authorities fell like snowflakes onto the betting table.
“Kalki still two-to-one? Is this underestimating the Holy Son? Then I bet on Kalki, one Authority.”
“Damn, underestimating Kalki but betting on him?”
The crowd laughed uproariously, betting voices overlapping.
“Why? Don’t want to play, I do what I want?”
“Holy Son, one Divine Artifact.”
At this moment, a gender-neutral voice rang out.
“Damn, a big shot from Christianity came. Small business, no big shots.”
Indra immediately shrank back. His little treasures had already been looted by Aslan and Shiroyasha.
Couldn’t play, really couldn’t play.
“Old Indra, don’t rush. Haven’t I bet yet?”
Aslan patted Indra’s shoulder and said.
“One Divine Artifact, Kalki wins.”
“Hey, what did you give Kalki? Why dare bet he wins?”
Indra sealed his voice and whispered in Aslan’s ear.
“Shh, you just need to know it’s good stuff.”
Aslan said mysteriously.
“Damn, don’t tell me you’re trapping me again.”
“Relax, I take seventy percent, you thirty.”
Aslan whispered a few words in Indra’s ear. Instantly, a smile appeared on Indra’s face.
“Come on, come on, come on, place your bets, place your bets!”
Indra shouted even louder.
However, unlike the lively crowd in the church, Messiah, as the main character, didn’t feel so good.
Accompanied by Kalki’s kick containing the power of Incarnation—Camel, Messiah, whose physical body was only Five-Digit Legendary level, was caught off guard and kicked.
Red blood flowed from the corner of his mouth.
The sharp-eyed gods and Buddhas immediately noticed this. Instantly, those who bet on Kalki became excited.
“Yes, that’s it! Kick this fake to pieces!”
“Keep it up, future little Savior!”
However, accompanied by Messiah’s emotionless gaze, those gods and Buddhas immediately fell silent, shutting their mouths.
“Tch, a bunch of cowards.”
Indra said in disgust.
“True, true. Why can’t they be as brave as me?”
