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Little Garden 291-295
🕑 Added 2025-11-03 09:13:33 +0000 UTCTitle: Conquering All Athena
“So, can someone explain to me what this situation is?”
Watching the maid with her golden hair styled in a bun, dressed in a black and white Gothic-style maid uniform and wearing white stockings, looking utterly pure, walk in through the Arcadia gate, obediently following behind Algol.
The moment he saw the newcomer’s face, Aslan’s gaze froze for a second.
“Athena... why are you wearing a maid uniform...”
Algol coming out was something he had anticipated; in fact, it was part of Aslan’s initial plan.
To make Athena voluntarily... Ah, no, he had to let Algol out.
But Aslan truly never expected things would develop to this extent.
What’s wrong with Athena? Is she crazy? How dare she agree to become Algol’s maid?
Aslan looked at Algol, who was puffing out her chest and looking incredibly proud, with a hint of confusion.
That expression, as if begging for praise, left Aslan somewhat at a loss for words.
Should he praise her? Why did he feel like ruthlessly mocking this Athena instead?
“Surprised? Are you surprised?” Algol chuckled lightly, then raised her hand with a smile and patted Athena’s buttocks.
“How about it? The maid that AI-chan found for you.”
Athena looked coldly at Algol and spoke, feigning calmness.
“Satisfied?”
“Satisfied, very satisfied.” Algol nodded repeatedly, then said with a hint of regret, “What a shame, you’re unwilling to become AI-chan’s maid. At best, you’re only willing to belong to Aslan.”
Hearing this sentence, Aslan couldn’t help but widen his eyes and stare at Athena.
(No way? What do you mean by that?)
Aslan was extremely curious about what exactly Algol and Athena had communicated for Athena to voluntarily wear a maid uniform?
Thinking of this, he couldn’t help but look at Algol.
Algol let out a soft sigh, walked up to Aslan, gently kissed his ear, and then, under his gaze which confirmed his suspicions, she removed the Demon Star bracelet previously used to summon Algol from Aslan’s wrist.
“So, AI-chan, you plan to give the Medusa Spirit Status to Athena?”
Hearing this, Athena showed a faint smile and calmly replied, “More precisely, besides giving me the Medusa Spirit Status, you will also help me complete the Trinity Spirit Status.”
(In other words, you two have already reconciled?)
Aslan was stunned once more. He was still thinking of ways to settle the grudge between Algol and Athena.
Instead, the two of them directly reconciled.
“However, in return, the rest of this ugly woman’s life will belong directly to the two of us.” Algol unhesitatingly patted Athena’s waist again, seemingly very satisfied with her figure.
It looked like a good place for a bed (implied meaning).
The corner of Athena’s mouth twitched helplessly twice, and she corrected expressionlessly, “Please pay attention, it belongs to him, not to you!!”
Athena would absolutely not allow herself to be beneath Algol. At most, she was only letting go of the grudge between herself and Algol.
But to make her admit defeat to Algol? Absolutely impossible!
“Why, my man’s maid, isn’t she also my maid? You don’t mind this, do you?”
It wasn’t that Algol hadn’t considered making Athena belong to her, but she also knew Athena’s nature. If Athena truly became hers...
The only outcome would be Athena and her fighting to the death.
But in fact, Athena dared to make this bet. Algol didn’t believe Athena hadn’t prepared a backup plan.
This woman’s nature was just like that, full of contingency plans. At the very least, Algol had never seen Athena suffer any real failure.
She didn’t think she could control Athena.
The experience of having her head chopped off by Perseus before was still fresh in her memory. Who knew when this woman would scheme against her again.
Making it impossible for her to live peacefully.
Conversely, giving her to Aslan meant she could live peacefully.
Algol knew very well that Aslan’s value wasn’t something Athena could easily give up.
Although she didn’t know the exact details about her man, she had also discovered that Aslan’s essence was unbelievably high. She felt that even if she became a Two Digit, she might not surpass Aslan in terms of essence.
Not to mention the legacy of the Chinese Pantheon that Aslan had inherited. The fact that it was reported by Yang Jian meant that some figures from the East had almost acknowledged that Aslan could uphold it.
And Aslan’s ability to cause chaos shouldn’t be underestimated either.
The Ouroboros, managed by a group of old Two Digits for who knows how many years, was turned upside down by this person in just a few months.
And her own future promotion to a Two Digit also relied on Aslan’s efforts.
Anyway, Algol decided to relax. Relying on a man? So be it, relying on a man.
Dare to try and find another man who could push her to a Two Digit?
Believe it or not, if this news spread, the goddesses proposing marriage would line up from the Little Garden to outside the universe?
As for Athena... guess where that Trinity Athena Spirit Status came from?
This Two Digit opportunity was entirely given to her by Aslan.
Without Aslan, given the relationship between Algol and Athena, even if Algol were truly killed, she would destroy the Medusa Spirit Status before dying, just to hurt Athena mortally as well.
In such a situation, Athena might not necessarily be able to repay the debt of gratitude she owed Aslan.
Athena wasn’t much better off than Algol.
So she didn’t go as far as directly submitting herself like Algol did. When the interests of both parties are equal, then interests become unimportant.
Algol was very happy to see Athena like this. This way, Athena would always be under her pressure.
Of course, there was the most important point: Algol was truly curious about what expression the Athena from the Saint Seiya world, the last one Aslan mentioned, would have after Aslan successfully took both Athena, the big and the small.
Her Algol hated every Athena equally.
Thinking of this, she smiled slightly and patted Aslan’s shoulder, advising him like a senior official.
“Work hard, conquer all the Athena for me.”
Aslan had black lines on his forehead upon hearing this.
“Get lost. What do you take me for? Don Juan?”
Algol heard this and retorted, “Isn’t that so? How about AI-chan helps you count them...”
Forget it... The corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched slightly. Letting Algol count them, he felt something very bad would happen.
However, in the end, Algol didn’t say anything, just looked at him mischievously.
She could guarantee with her beauty that Aslan definitely had thoughts about Shiroyasha, the Halloween Queen, Ahriman...
Seeing Algol’s gaze, Aslan opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but ultimately didn’t, instead hugging Athena’s waist.
He admitted he lusted after their bodies.
He thought the little Athena was the limit; Aslan never expected this Athena would actually agree?
But, why exactly?
Could it be that there’s some kind of inappropriate connection between the big Athena and the little Athena?
Like empathy or something... Ssshh~~
Aslan couldn’t help but suck in a cold breath. In that case, last night...
No wonder Algol invited the little Athena to join last night, and the little Athena’s reaction was a bit strange.
Even in the second round, her movements suddenly became very awkward.
(Damn, they know how to play. Why didn’t they tell me.)
And at this moment, Aslan paused for a moment, then suddenly spoke up.
“By the way, do you have channels in Christianity?”
“Yes.” Athena replied calmly, but Aslan always suspected this woman’s body was too soft?
“Then, information about what sacrifice the Holy Son gave to become the first to descend in the Campione War should be investigatable?”
“I don’t know why, I’m just curious about the Holy Son’s information.”
Why he was curious about this, and why he brought the maid back to his room, were secrets that couldn’t be told.
Aslan decided to have a good talk and exchange information with Athena.
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Outside Gate 777, Eden.
A golden-haired priest holding a scripture in one hand and a quill in the other, surrounded by angels, opened his eyes, revealing a cruel smile.
“Aaaaaah....”
Indescribable pain surged from within his body. This pain was more severe than tearing the soul, more prolonged than shattering consciousness, more incessant than gnawing flesh...
“The Spirit Status of the Savior, Messiah, has finally detached...”
The Holy Son looked at the fragment in his hand that had nearly torn half of his Spirit Status apart, and showed a smile.
Back then, he had stabbed Jesus in the back, who was in conflict with Yahweh and severely injured, nearly dead during the Dystopia War.
By devouring Jesus’s Spirit Status, and using the remaining Christian foundation from Dystopia, he soared to prominence, transforming from an ordinary Three Digit saint into a Two Digit.
But only after becoming a Two Digit did he realize the side effects of achieving that rank by devouring another’s Spirit Status.
He lacked Truth, his control over power was utterly insufficient, and he couldn’t unleash Two Digit power, let alone that.
It even seemed the Spirit Status was betraying him. The Holy Son’s Spirit Status seemed to be giving birth to a new consciousness within his body...
And lately, he often had nightmares. In his dreams, Yahweh returned from within him, born from his Spirit Status.
Two Digits do not dream. Dreams represent a kind of preview of possibility.
So he was afraid. The Holy Son Spirit Status was too dangerous, so he decided to change and become a Two Digit once again.
Hadn’t the Spirit Status of the King of the End recently emerged?
And the Campione War was being held. As long as he survived until the end, killed Arthur, and seized the King of the End Spirit Status, he could become a Two Digit again, in the identity of the King of the End!
With the King of the End Spirit Status, he could digest the Jesus Spirit Status that he hadn’t been able to digest.
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Title: Finally Remembered You’re Only a Four Digit?
Arcadia Headquarters, Aslan’s Room.
An owl flapped its wings, gently pushed the door open with its feet, carrying a letter in its beak, and flew into the room.
At that moment, an arm as white as jade reached out from under the blanket, pinched the letter with the tips of two fingers, and pulled it in.
Shortly after, a woman’s voice was heard.
“It’s here, the internal information from Christianity...”
“Awake already?”
Aslan opened his eyes, squinted again, then looked towards the source of the voice.
With her blonde hair cascading down, Athena wearing snow-white pajamas that revealed her shoulders, shifted her body, leaned against the pillow behind her, and adjusted the glasses on her nose.
“Want to see?”
After hearing that, Aslan noticed that Athena was holding a palm-sized brown scroll in her hand.
The scroll was unfurled, filled with runic symbols that caught his eye.
“This is?”
Aslan asked, confused.
Athena glanced at him sideways and said as she handed over the scroll, “The recent report on internal changes within Christianity.”
She picked up the notebook and pen on the bedside table and spoke while writing. “Weren’t you the one who asked to see it?”
Aslan then remembered, it seemed he did ask Athena about the Holy Son’s movements yesterday.
Thinking of this, he propped himself up with his arm and sat up, also leaning against the headboard, and began reading the scroll.
“You can just skim the front part, I wrote a summary at the end.”
Hearing that, Aslan yawned, scanned the contents of the scroll, his expression changed slightly after seeing the outline, and finally his eyes fell on the summary provided by Athena.
After reading it, Aslan carefully searched for the Holy Son’s recent movements and looked at them himself, his expression turning very strange.
“Ssshh~~ Tsk....”
Aslan was momentarily at a loss for words.
“Is the Holy Son insane? He detached his own Messiah Spirit Status, then reincarnated as a God Slayer?”
Speaking to this point, Aslan’s expression froze oddly, and he continued, “Isn’t it just the King of the End Spirit Status? Does he need to detach half of his own Spirit Status? He even nearly fell from his Two Digit position because of this?”
“Tsk, seems I accidentally played too big.”
Aslan truly never expected the Holy Son would descend. Even if he descended, at most he’d last until the end of the Battle Royale. At best, he’d hand over the King of the End Spirit Status to him?
After all, having it temporarily was enough for him and the Halloween Queen to gain a lot of benefits.
Finally, let Canaria appear, draw a bit of aggro, and then the matter would be over.
But, who could have guessed the Holy Son would be this ruthless? Tearing off half of his own Spirit Status, reincarnating as the Savior, Messiah, and becoming the first to descend.
This is like a Ponzi scheme meant to scam Three Digits, but instead attracting the richest person to join in.
And that person also threw most of their funds into it.
“If the Holy Son really finds out that the King of the End is basically fictional, what would his reaction be?”
Aslan pursed his lips, showing a curious expression. Honestly, he was looking forward to it a little.
However, it would most likely turn into an undying grudge, right? A completely insane Two Digit? Who knows what foolish things the other side would do.
Meanwhile, Athena, who heard Aslan’s words, tilted her head and looked at him calmly.
“This Trinity Athena Spirit Status of mine isn’t fictional, is it?”
“That one isn’t fictional. The real Athena, and the King of the End was originally real too. It’s just that the worldview of that Campione world had issues, I made it fictional.”
Aslan stored the scroll and returned it to her.
Athena’s body trembled slightly as she received the scroll. At the same time, she was also grateful that she had long since entered Aslan’s inner circle and become an insider.
Otherwise, if Aslan really did this, she couldn’t imagine how she might have been deceived.
The truth or falsehood of a single Spirit Status controlled by an outsider. The outcome was obvious.
What if the fiction was exposed at the critical moment of her becoming a Two Digit... Just thinking about it made Athena’s scalp tingle.
This method of creating fictional mythologies and triggering false mythological changes. If let loose, what kind of chaos it would cause, Athena truly couldn’t imagine.
If he were slightly more unrestrained and bolder, it could even lead to a great battle among all Pantheons, with few survivors in the end.
No, it’s already happening. It’s just controlled by Aslan. One King of the End has already caused this much chaos.
“Is that so? No wonder I didn’t sense any anomalies.”
Athena breathed a sigh of relief, then took the scroll and handed it to Aslan.
“This is the list of gods who recently incarnated as Heretic Gods, and the Divine Authorities they brought. They are all fairly decent Divine Authorities. If you have any Divine Authorities you desire, you can descend and hunt for them.”
Hearing that, the corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched slightly. He took the scroll and couldn’t help but cover his face.
“I probably don’t qualify to participate...”
“To incarnate as a God Slayer, the minimum requirement seems to be Four Digit...”
Saying that, Aslan gradually fell silent.
Athena couldn’t help but let out a small laugh. The goddess’s laughter sounded very sweet and charming.
However, to Aslan, it felt somewhat embarrassing.
“Finally remembered you’re only a Four Digit?”
Aslan covered his face awkwardly and spoke with a mix of laughter and tears.
“I remember. It turns out I’m only a Four Digit, and only an Elite Four Digit at that.”
Thinking of this, Aslan felt somewhat embarrassed. He had been playing at high levels too often, so he didn’t notice the low levels.
After all, his debut battle was the Three Digit Last Trial of Mankind, Azi Dahaka.
Those he interacted with afterwards were none below Three Digits. Or rather, if they weren’t top-tier Three Digit Almighty Domains, he wouldn’t take them seriously.
Mithras was still killed by him personally.
The weakest opponents he had faced were the previous Greek God of War, Ares, and Indra’s daughter, Asura.
But at least they were existences beyond Four Digits.
Aslan said with a mix of laughter and tears, “So this is making me go bully children?”
Even though no participant was younger than him.
Athena just chuckled at this.
“No, this is for you to acquire a few Divine Authorities you want.”
“Along the way, upgrade your Spirit Status.”
Elite Four Digit was still a bit too low. Although in Little Garden, she herself might not necessarily be Aslan’s match.
And if she wasn’t mistaken, Aslan’s mastery level of the Spatial Authority had reached the level of a Divine Artifact.
Just one step away from becoming a true Spatial Divine Artifact. Her suggestion for Aslan to participate also had this reason.
And standing out in the God Campione War would also benefit him in accumulating merit and upgrading his Spirit Status.
“Look carefully at which Divine Authorities you are targeting. I will track their traces and create opportunities for you to hunt them.”
“I’ll take a look...”
Aslan read carefully the list of Gods who had signed the Heretic God contract. The list was very long, but he didn’t even look at the front part.
The Divine Authorities of those gods were too poor, not as good as what he and Shiroyasha obtained by scamming others.
“Amun-Ra’s Solar Authority, Kala’s Time Authority, and Itzamna’s Calendar Authority, I want all of them quite a bit.”
At this, Athena paused for a moment, pushed the glasses on her nose, and spoke while taking notes in her notebook.
“None of them are simple targets. They are at least top-tier King of Gods. Do you need me to find some help for you?”
Aslan shook his head and refused.
“No need. After all, if I can’t defeat them, can’t I just run away? Only their Divine Authorities look decent anyway.”
He estimated they could help him perfect his own Creation Authority. The Principle of Creation he obtained from the Halloween Queen earlier had been fully digested.
Unfortunately, the Creation Authority was less than fifty percent complete. Still far from becoming a true Divine Artifact and creating a real world.
Aslan could now create secret realms, dimensional fields, world bubbles, and the like. Although they could also exist for a long time.
However, the only shortcoming was that creating a world only resulted in a very empty world.
What needed perfection afterwards were the various parts supporting the world’s operation and the birth of life within it.
But this Authority, regardless of the Pantheon, is very rare. Collecting them and weaving them himself was a waste of time. Asking Little Garden’s Central Core to grant the request... wasted merit.
“In a sense, Athena’s power is also quite limited, isn’t it?”
Speaking to this point, Aslan couldn’t help but sigh and glance at Athena.
Athena’s movement of writing and taking notes paused for a moment, as if Aslan’s guess had hit the mark.
“Not too limited. It’s just that there are few people who can be trusted.”
(Isn’t that even more exhausting? Even her subordinates have to fight over power, no wonder she’s so wild...) Aslan thought to himself, while asking curiously.
“By the way, what are you calculating in that notebook?”
Aslan stretched his neck over curiously.
But Athena just glanced at him, secretly reached out a hand to hold him back, and frowned.
“I’m not used to sharing with others.”
She said, and paused for a moment.
“And I don’t think our relationship is deep enough to share secrets without reservation.”
“Why not? I already shared the secret of the Campione world with you.”
Aslan mischievously pushed Athena’s hand away, skillfully held her hand, pressed his head against her shoulder, and looked at the notebook in her hand.
“And the situation in Little Garden is complicated. The information I have isn’t necessarily more than yours.”
“Come on, let’s compare notes together.”
Athena was somewhat flustered at this moment, wanting to push Aslan away, but both her arms were already restrained by him.
She could only let him look over.
-
Title: Karyou: Don’t!!!
Contrary to Aslan’s expectations, what was in the notebook wasn’t an analysis of the situation, but words written line by line, in a single column.
For example, “Alexia” “Catherine” “Andrea” and so on...
Apparently, they were all names, and he had never heard of them.
Seeing this, Aslan was momentarily stunned and asked in surprise, “Are there any gods or buddhas in Little Garden with these names?”
“Finished reading?” Athena asked in an extremely calm tone. “If you’re done, sit back properly. Why are you leaning on me?”
Aslan pressed down on Athena’s shoulder, his face close to hers. Such behavior, in a sense, was very hard for Athena to accept.
Although their relationship last night was far more intimate than now, while conscious, it actually felt more uncomfortable.
She wasn’t used to letting someone who potentially threatened her get this close, but she had to get used to it.
She thought it was better to maintain their previous relationship.
Although using connections from her other self was fine, it gave her a very strange feeling.
The Virgin Goddess demanded absolute purity, both physically and spiritually, and she had always done so, and maintained it.
However, somehow, without physically experiencing it, she already had the experience, which made her feel even stranger, even having an evasive feeling she didn’t dare face directly.
But who was she? She was Athena, the Goddess of Victory. What didn’t she dare to face?
Just mere sexual matters? A true woman would face it herself.
In this strange psychological state, Athena half-resisted and half-allowed herself to be successfully approached.
After being coldly admonished, Aslan pouted and muttered as he returned to his seat, “So unfeeling, Adina and AI-chan are much better than you.”
If it weren’t for important matters, he might not have wanted to get out of bed.
Athena frowned, suppressing the urge to tear his mouth apart, and said very seriously, “I am not yours. I need independent space and to do what I want to do, understand?”
Aslan was stunned hearing that. Athena’s reaction was indeed a bit excessive, but it was his fault.
“But can’t I look? Maybe I can offer some help?” Aslan couldn’t help but mutter. “Of course, the help I can give might be very limited.”
Hearing Aslan’s words, Athena frowned and didn’t speak for a long time, as if hesitating. “In a sense, you really can help with this matter.”
She sighed, her face returning to its previous calm, as if everything was under her control.
“Now, that’s more like it.” Without saying anything, Aslan immediately pulled her into his embrace. Athena instinctively struggled for a moment but soon relaxed.
She let Aslan move against her.
“What help? I’ll definitely help if I can!”
Athena brushed away Aslan’s hand, which had somehow slipped into her pajamas, and feigned calmness. “The fifth generation.”
Aslan blinked and looked at Athena. At this moment, he strongly suspected he had misheard.
Was this the help Athena just mentioned? Although his help was indeed very much needed.
(Fifth-generation King of Gods? You, the fourth generation, haven’t even ascended the throne yet, why are you already thinking about the fifth generation?)
“I can concede the fourth-generation King of Gods.” Athena said here, her tone very firm, even with a hint of undeniable dominance. “But the fifth-generation King of Gods must, and can only, be a descendant of Athena, understand?”
Becoming the King of Gods in Greece had, in a sense, become her obsession.
After all, before Zeus told her everything, her persecution paranoia was very severe, almost to the point where she suspected everyone wanted to harm her.
What else could she do? The previous generation Goddess of Wisdom, Metis, who developed the Mock Authority – The Divine Chronicle, was swallowed by Zeus, and two-thirds of her wisdom was taken by Zeus.
She was eventually born from Zeus’s head.
No wonder the persecution paranoia became severe. She strongly suspected that if given the chance, Zeus might swallow her and take the remaining wisdom.
Until Zeus told her that Metis sacrificed herself voluntarily.
The Divine Chronicle, as a Mock Authority extremely rare in terms of deduction and observation, could perfectly plan the Spirit Status path from seven digits to one digit.
And as the price for creating The Divine Chronicle, Metis sacrificed two-thirds of her wisdom. Of course, this sacrifice wasn’t irreversible.
But Metis was basically a love-struck and obsessive woman. After sacrificing two-thirds of her wisdom, the remaining one-third gradually became extraordinary.
Plus, Zeus was also a playboy; an extraordinary wise yandere, plus a Zeus who didn’t refuse anyone.
Finally, Metis couldn’t bear to be separated from Zeus. Her extraordinary wisdom became active. While Zeus was injured and resting, Metis offered herself and merged with Zeus.
That way, they could be together forever.
At this point, Metis’s consciousness was intertwined with Zeus. Athena’s feeling of being persecuted as a child came from this.
When Athena learned the truth, she also doubted whether Zeus was lying, until Zeus publicly declared her the next-generation King of Gods and handed The Divine Chronicle to her.
She was stunned for a long time, but ultimately didn’t take The Divine Chronicle, and couldn’t help but curse, “Damn, a bunch of lunatics crazier than Algol!”
The thing she had pursued all her life, obtained so easily? It made her look foolish, right?
So she chose to struggle on her own, become a Two-Digit, defeat Zeus directly, and become the fourth-generation King of Gods.
Then several more heavy blows hit her.
The other Athena stood before her like a mountain.
She had lived her life in full vigilance. When could she reach the opposite shore?
If she couldn’t do it, then the next generation would be fine.
No, it must, and definitely could.
Athena didn’t hear an answer for a long time. She turned her head and looked at Aslan, then saw the fool. “Why are you silent there?” Athena asked, puzzled.
“I thought the help you requested was asking me to help you cause trouble.” Aslan’s face held a complexity and oddness hard to describe. “But who would have thought, you were thinking about the next generation?”
“Why, is it not allowed?” Athena frowned, looking at him confusedly. “I feel I’ve given enough, and all I want is the position of the fifth-generation King of Gods. Even my other self can’t compete with me for it.”
(It’s not that it’s not allowed, but this is what you’ve been thinking about all along?)
Looking at the Athena before him, Aslan was speechless.
He felt awkward, but somehow found it amusing.
After all, following the incident of the Holy Son tearing his Spirit Status and incarnating as a God Slayer, the first thing she thought of was a matter like this?
(Great Goddess, isn’t your focus a bit odd?)
However, Aslan felt the Great Goddess in his embrace became a bit more real.
“Of course it’s allowed.” His hand started misbehaving again. Just as Athena smiled, Aslan suddenly pounced on her. “So, haven’t I come to help you?”
*TAP-TAP-TAP!*
The sound of quite energetic footsteps could be heard.
Standing guard outside the closed meditation room, Leticia pulled Kurousagi along and said in a congratulatory tone, “Congratulations, Miss Karyou, you have successfully broken through to become a Four Digit Outlier.”
Karyou listened to Kurousagi’s praise. Although Kurousagi still felt fear, it was a natural enemy fear reaction.
However, Karyou didn’t care about these minor details.
She raised her head and looked around, asking with curiosity and a bit of anger, “Where is Aslan?”
After relentless effort, she finally digested all the insights about the Golden Wing Flame and Heat Authority sent by her father.
She successfully broke through the barrier, becoming an invincible Four-Digit Outlier in the Lower Layer, and could even compete in the Upper Layer.
She was now impatient to share this joy with Aslan.
“Aslan... is...” Faced with Karyou’s question, Kurousagi was immediately so scared her teeth chattered, unable to speak.
What could she say? She couldn’t possibly say that Goddess Athena was pulled into Aslan’s room while wearing a maid outfit, right?
That was Goddess Athena!
Although she didn’t know how Aslan managed to get Athena, clearly she couldn’t say it directly.
What if Karyou and Athena fought? Could Arcadia withstand a battle between two Four-Digit Outliers?
“Kurousagi, calm down, don’t panic.” Leticia supported Kurousagi and spoke gently, but inwardly, she secretly praised Kurousagi’s actions.
In this situation, even she didn’t know what to say.
She couldn’t possibly say that Athena has taken your man, right?
Seeing Leticia and Kurousagi stammering, Karyou could probably guess what happened.
Just say it outright, she wasn’t someone who couldn’t accept Aslan having a harem. Why hide it from her?
So she was genuinely a bit angry now. The next second, golden flame wings appeared behind her.
“Wait, Karyou!!” Leticia’s words weren’t finished before Karyou’s figure disappeared.
*BAM!*
A loud sound was heard!
The bedroom door was shattered to pieces without hesitation!
As the door shattered, Karyou saw Athena wearing off-shoulder pajamas, sitting on the bed, and her brain short-circuited for a moment.
“Goddess Athena? Why are you on Aslan’s bed? And... also wearing pajamas...”
Seeing Athena leaning against the headboard reading a book in snow-white pajamas, Karyou’s head buzzed.
She originally came to find Aslan and make demands.
But why did she feel a different color above her head?
For the first time, she felt her status was threatened!
The next second, she reacted and said with a sneer, “Goddess Athena, have you been lonely for too long? Don’t want to be the Virgin Goddess anymore?”
(If you’re lonely, play by yourself, why steal someone else’s man?)
She thought what happened at the previous party was just an accident.
But who would have thought Athena genuinely liked her man?
At this moment, Athena pushed the glasses on the bridge of her nose and glanced calmly at Karyou. “Beauty is only worthy of the strong.”
To her, was it stealing a man? If it’s stolen, then it’s stolen, what can the other party do to her? She would admit it openly.
If you dare, steal him back?
When it came to war, Athena never feared anyone, no matter what kind of war.
However, as soon as she said that, Karyou’s face immediately turned red.
Red with extreme anger!
“Hmph, let’s see who is stronger!” Karyou was truly angry. This was the Lower Layer, the domain of Four-Digit Outliers!
And coincidentally, she had just broken through to become a Four-Digit Outlier.
Both Four-Digit Outliers, who’s afraid of whom?
Karyou charged!
She used Golden Wing Flame!
The result: Karyou lost!
The entire process took less than three seconds. Aslan didn’t even have time to come out of the bathroom.
“Hmm? What just happened?” Aslan hurriedly finished his shower in the bathroom, came out curiously, looked around, seemed like no problems in the room?
It had been repaired by Athena using her Authority.
As for Karyou, she was tied up due to her failure. Even her mouth was gagged by Athena using Aslan’s clothes.
“Perhaps someone was fighting outside, and the sound reached here.” Athena said calmly, as if nothing happened. “Oh right, Aslan, come here. There’s something I want to discuss with you.”
Athena waved her hand towards him. Aslan scratched his head confusedly and walked towards her.
Without saying anything, Athena directly pulled Aslan by the neck and kissed his lips hard.
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Title: No, Is He Really Considered a Problem-Solver?
After what felt like an eternity, under Karyou’s gaze filled with contempt, anger, and near-murderous intent.
Athena finally reluctantly let go of Aslan.
A strand of silver thread stretched slowly. Athena stuck out her tongue and licked her lips, as if savoring the feeling from moments ago, and also as if provoking Karyou.
“Tastes good, thanks for the meal.”
Aslan rolled his eyes at Athena somewhat helplessly.
(What’s gotten into this Athena? Why is she competing with Karyou all of a sudden?)
As if noticing Aslan’s gaze, Athena folded her arms across her chest, gave a soft snort, and showed a satisfied smile.
She seemed to understand a little why the Halloween Queen was so keen on pleasure. One could only say that in a long life, pleasure was indeed a delicious spice.
Aslan sighed, stepped forward, and untied Karyou.
“Athena, where is your dignity as the Goddess of Victory and the Virgin Goddess!”
Faced with Karyou’s taunts, Athena merely smiled faintly, sat gracefully to the side, and continued writing her plans.
Only Karyou was left fuming, held back by Aslan from fighting Athena to the death again.
Her attacks felt like hitting cotton; Karyou was getting angrier now.
“Hmph, how can you associate with this woman?”
As if hearing the jealousy in her words, Aslan chuckled softly, somehow finding the pouting Karyou a bit cute.
“Just because of some cooperation. If it goes smoothly, Athena might step into the Two-Digit realm.”
“Hah?”
Karyou looked at Athena in confusion, then looked down at herself, and then at Aslan.
Was it true she had only been in seclusion for a few days? Why, after coming out for just a few days, had the world changed?
And how could her husband be involved in a plan to become a Two-Digit?
For some reason, Karyou currently felt as if her man had been taken care of by another sugar mommy, and she was being included along.
“...So, do I have to call her elder sister?”
Karyou looked at Athena with a bit of trepidation. Earlier, driven by hot blood, she felt the gap between herself and Athena wasn’t too far after breaking through to Four-Digit Outlier.
However, Athena showed her what reality was.
The titles of Goddess of Victory and War weren’t earned for nothing. Athena wasn’t a war god like Ares, who only started wars but wasn’t responsible for winning them.
She was the Goddess of Victory who had never lost since the dawn of time until now.
One could even say Karyou grew up listening to the legends of Athena.
And now this Athena was preparing to break through to Two-Digit?
Now she had to call her elder sister in the future... Karyou was genuinely a bit conflicted.
As for the fighting spirit burning earlier, it was instantly extinguished upon hearing Athena was preparing for a Two-Digit breakthrough.
How could someone of her current level possibly contend with an existence on par with the Buddha?
(But how did your cooperation end up in bed?)
Karyou looked at Aslan suspiciously. Her intuition told her there might be hidden reasons behind it.
However, she didn’t dwell too much on these things. She also knew there were some secrets she wasn’t yet qualified to know.
At this moment, Athena, hearing Karyou’s words, glanced slightly in her direction and showed a calm smile.
Right now, she actually found Karyou quite cute, at least much cuter than Algol.
“No, in terms of relationship confirmation and first meeting, I was first.”
Karyou folded her arms across her chest and said arrogantly.
“So I should be the elder sister!”
In which world does a goddess steal someone else’s man, openly mock her, and still expect her to call her “elder sister”?
If it were before, she might have acknowledged this elder sister.
But Athena’s actions today made it hard for her to deserve being called “elder sister”.
Someone of an aunt’s age, still wanting her to call her elder sister? Dream on!
Karyou was completely unaware that her own lineage was even higher than Athena’s.
As is known, Karyou’s father was Roc, and Roc’s elder sister, Mahamayuri, was the mother of Sakyamuni.
So Karyou is the niece of Sakyamuni.
While Athena is the daughter of Zeus. Zeus is at best on the same level as Sakyamuni.
So, Karyou is at least one generation higher than Athena.
Hearing that, Aslan smiled helplessly. What could he do? Of course, the path he chose, he had to manage himself.
“Alright, looking at your current state, has Karyou successfully broken through?”
Aslan changed the subject. Continuing that topic was too dangerous for him.
When talking about herself taking just over a month to break through from Four-Digit Legendary to Four-Digit Outlier, Karyou also felt a bit proud.
This final step of sublimating an Authority into a Divine Artifact had trapped many geniuses and heroes.
Even Asura broke through under life-and-death pressure from his coercion.
As he spoke, Aslan took out a sun-wheel woven with golden-red and bright red colors, shaped like a sun.
“Consider this compensation for not congratulating you on time.”
He had recently had a small windfall; Aslan managed to get several Authorities and Divine Artifacts from Shiroyasha.
He happened to ask Hephaestus to forge a suitable Divine Artifact for Karyou.
To find a Divine Artifact suitable for her, Aslan traded two Divine Artifacts with his father-in-law for one heat-type Divine Artifact.
“Thank you.”
Karyou was momentarily stunned but didn’t refuse Aslan’s kindness. After all, she was about to take up the position of one of the Twelve Heavenly Army Guardian Gods as the Fire God.
An extra Authority meant an extra guarantee.
Seeing Karyou accept it, Aslan also felt relieved; at least for now, he had dodged a bullet.
As long as Athena didn’t suddenly act up again.
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Outside Gate 500, Heavenly Army Headquarters.
Spirits were putting up decorations on the gate of the Heavenly Army Headquarters. Even the banner read “Welcome New Fire God”.
It was really over the top.
Aslan brought Karyou to the Heavenly Army Headquarters, unconsciously stopping in his tracks when he saw the banner on the grand Heavenly Army gate. He pulled Karyou, wanting to retreat.
“Karyou, how about we don’t take up this Fire God position?”
Aslan said hesitantly. For some reason, the Heavenly Army, which he originally thought was quite reliable, now gave him a shaky feeling.
Karyou’s lips even twitched uncontrollably. Not just Aslan, even her mental filter for the Heavenly Army was shattered to pieces.
Although two of the previous Seven Great Sages were killed by three gods in the Heavenly Army. If it were her past self, it was almost unthinkable to join an organization with a blood feud with her.
However, people eventually grow. Just like her elder sister became the Victorious Battle Buddha, and even her brother-in-law became one of the Twelve Guardian Gods, Rakshasa.
Anyway, the position easiest for accumulating merit in the entire Little Garden is one of the Twelve Heavenly Army Guardian Gods.
As the only law enforcement institution using violence in the entire Little Garden, as long as they perform their duties daily, they can earn merit, not to mention other benefits.
It’s a position where power, profit, and fame are easily obtained.
It’s just that Karyou now seriously doubted whether this position was really as her father said?
Wasn’t this too exaggerated?
Karyou, as a young person, had her pride and felt a bit embarrassed.
At this moment, at the long conference table behind the Heavenly Army gate, Uesugi Kenshin, wearing a suit and her hair tied in a high ponytail, sat in the outermost seat, her face somewhat conflicted.
“Are we really not going to... scare them off?”
“No, for this position of the Twelve Guardian Gods, countless people want in, I didn’t even want to let go.”
Sitting in the main seat, Indra had his legs crossed on the table and spoke confidently.
“But, it seems they really are leaving.”
Uesugi said calmly.
“What? Then quickly catch them and bring them back!!”
Indra was momentarily stunned, and hurriedly ran out. How could he let the talented seeds he worked hard to acquire just run away?
Especially Karyou, he had long coveted Karyou, of course not in a lustful sense.
But he hoped Karyou would work in the Heavenly Army. People with clean backgrounds, great strength, and strong connections weren’t easy to find.
He didn’t want his Twelve Guardian Gods filled with many connections like other parts of the Heavenly Army.
That way, the Heavenly Army’s final deterrent force would also be lost.
In the end, Aslan and Karyou were still caught back by the enthusiastic Indra.
Especially since the Iron Fan Princess got involved, so it wasn’t appropriate to just leave like that.
Looking at Indra, Aslan was silent for a long time, then said.
“Old man Indra, your welcome ceremony... is quite unique.”
It almost rivaled the welcome for new students taking office in the housing committee under his place.
Indra’s face was full of cheerful smiles. He casually pressed Aslan into the seat he just vacated and patted his shoulder.
“Get used to it, the Heavenly Army really is this enthusiastic.”
Aslan glanced gloomily at Indra. Did Indra really think he didn’t know the current situation of the Heavenly Army?
Look, how many of the Twelve Heavenly Army Guardian Gods were present now?
Not counting the newly appointed Karyou, besides Indra, only Prithvi, Uesugi, and Brahma were in decent condition.
As for the Iron Fan Princess, she was one of those who got in through connections. Besides the Banana Fan, she didn’t even have a decent Authority.
Her combat power could only be described as Four-Digit Legendary.
He really didn’t know if sending Karyou here was to accumulate merit or to help them shoulder problems.
“I’d prefer if you weren’t this enthusiastic. The more enthusiastic you are, the more I feel the hole in the Heavenly Army is getting bigger.”
Aslan said gloomily. Indra gave him a strangely familiar feeling.
This feeling he had experienced before in the Campione world.
The feeling of urgently needing to find someone to take over problems.
He wasn’t a savior who took over problems; why did all the messy problems have to fall to him?
And why, one by one, did they all want to run away?
Or did they really consider him a savior specially coming to clean up the mess?
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Title: As Long As You Agree, the King of the End Position Is Also Yours
“Besides, are you here to welcome Karyou or to welcome me?”
Aslan shifted slightly to sit more comfortably in this Heavenly Army Commander’s seat.
He almost put his feet up on the table like Indra did earlier.
Facing Aslan’s faint smile, Indra scratched his face awkwardly, speaking in a somewhat unconfident tone.
“Maybe both?”
“What do you mean, both?”
Aslan glanced sideways, ensuring Karyou couldn’t hear his conversation with Indra, as Karyou was busy chatting about daily life with the Iron Fan Princess.
It seemed Indra and the others were serious this time, not joking.
“Alright, let me do the talking.”
Prithvi saw Indra’s awkwardness, chuckled softly, and explained.
“Indra was impeached for dereliction of duty.”
“Huh? Dereliction of duty?”
(No, are you serious? When you couldn’t defeat the Absolute Evil, you weren’t derelict. When Arcadia was destroyed by an unknown Demon Lord, that wasn’t considered dereliction either.)
(Why is it suddenly dereliction now?)
“What? You look disbelieving?”
Seeing Aslan’s surprised face, Prithvi chuckled lightly and said casually.
“Because the Heavenly Army didn’t promptly destroy the world called Campione, causing a major mythological shift.”
As the only law enforcement body appointed by Little Garden’s Central Core, the Heavenly Army has many duties, including but not limited to clearing Demon Lords in the Upper and Lower Layers, maintaining Little Garden’s order, mediating conflicts between different Pantheons...
Destroying new worlds that have a significant impact on Pan-Human History, and worlds that might cause chaos in Little Garden, and dealing with foreign enemies from outside the universe...
Roughly speaking, it’s similar to a UN peacekeeping force with nuclear weapons.
“So, I was suddenly nominated as a candidate???”
Hearing that, Aslan pointed at himself and said confusedly. He felt he shouldn’t have such great merit for Little Garden.
“Correct.”
At this moment, Indra showed a bright smile. He patted Aslan’s shoulder and said in a good mood.
“I and Yang Jian nominated you! Isn’t this thrilling? Isn’t this exciting?”
Hearing that, Aslan’s face gradually became distorted.
No way? He was just eating, drinking, playing, and sleeping in Arcadia, why did such a big problem suddenly fall on him?
He almost thought his secret deeds outside had been exposed.
“Thrilling your head!”
Aslan couldn’t help but curse. Damn, a hole as big as the Heavenly Army was dumped on him just like that.
Who would want to take on a mess like the Heavenly Army?
Even if Indra held the position, he probably could only command the Twelve Heavenly Army Guardian Gods.
As for other departments, forget commanding them; it would be good if others even let him through the door.
It’s like, don’t really think the UN Secretary-General is a great position when several major powers are causing trouble, right?
Especially now, with the Campione War ongoing in the Lower Layer. Various Pantheons have incarnated as Heretic Gods or God Slayers.
(The Heavenly Army, how dare they try to mediate? It would be good if they aren’t beaten to death.)
“Indra, you really stop at nothing to escape.”
Aslan grabbed Indra’s collar, shaking him hard. Damn, this is called setting him up.
Can’t he just be left to live peacefully in Arcadia?
“Hey, kid, if you dare, give back my Vasavi Shakti!”
“I reclaimed that with my own ability, why should I return it? I haven’t even settled the score with Asura for setting me up!”
“Fine, fine, fine, then tell me, what have you done to my daughter? Are you even human?”
“At most, I’ll compensate you with Kurousagi!”
Aslan’s movements halted. He looked at Indra with a contemptuous gaze.
“Letting Kurousagi sacrifice herself to protect you? You have the heart to do that?”
“Talk as if you’d let go of Kurousagi. I’m just fulfilling your wishes, aren’t I?”
Indra said shamelessly. As if he were any better than Aslan.
(But at least I haven’t touched Kurousagi; otherwise, with Kurousagi’s personality, believe it or not, I could persuade her to have ten children for me!)
Indra and Aslan stared at each other like quarreling children, neither willing to back down.
Finally, Indra couldn’t stand Aslan’s gaze and chose to retreat a step.
“How about adding Uesugi and Prithvi?”
“Hmm?”
The corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched. Unconsciously, he turned to look at Prithvi and Uesugi, who were frowning beside them, their expressions barely contained.
Then Aslan, without the slightest hesitation, directly threw Indra towards these two goddesses.
Let them teach Indra a lesson, so he knows goddesses aren’t easy to provoke.
Finally, Aslan shifted his gaze to Brahma, who was working and organizing information to the side.
The man in white robes, with a turban on his head and a bindi on his forehead, was bowing his head handling official business. As if noticing Aslan’s gaze.
He put down the pen in his hand and looked towards Aslan.
“I know you have many questions, just ask.”
Hearing that, Aslan breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, he met someone reliable. He hoped Brahma could explain in detail what was really going on.
“Is this your wish, or the Buddhist faction’s wish?”
In fact, the current Heavenly Army could be called Indra’s private army, or the Buddhist faction’s private army.
One thing known is that Indra joined the Buddhist faction long ago, and joining the Buddhist faction would inevitably be constrained by its various chaotic internal factions.
After the Chinese Pantheon left, the factions with the greatest and most complex power in Little Garden are Christianity and Buddhism.
But at least Christianity has a shared belief. Although there are internal conflicts, it hasn’t reached the level of Buddhism.
As for Buddhism, there’s the direct lineage of the Buddha led by the Eight Legions, the Heavenly Army led by Indra, the Ksitigarbha lineage, the artificial Buddha lineage... and this doesn’t even include the Bodhisattvas and Arhats.
Even Indra finds it difficult to gain significant advantage or footing within Buddhism.
As for the reason.
Aslan is also very clear. It’s none other than them coveting the foundation left by the Chinese Pantheon that he inherited.
But what’s even clearer to him is that the Great Heavenly Venerables also left their foundations, like the great Buddhist revival after the Journey to the West.
It’s just that they were truly useless, only self-serving and accumulating wealth, not doing any meaningful work.
Finally, the Dao Ancestor and Nüwa couldn’t stand it and expelled them.
Having once tasted the good life, now tasting something else naturally feels bland. They all miss the days when they sucked the blood of the prosperous Tang Dynasty and earned merit by lying down.
“Both.”
Brahma said calmly.
Regarding the Buddhist faction’s issues, they are confident that the person trusted by the Great Heavenly Venerables must have a way to handle it.
Especially in Brahma’s eyes, the current Aslan is even more cunning than Canaria was back then. His instinct tells him that everything happening in Little Garden right now must be related to Aslan.
Those fake Demon Lords from the Buddhist faction, those fake Buddhas, still want to defeat Aslan? Let them first figure out how Mithras died.
The reason for Indra’s impeachment wasn’t dereliction of duty, but because his injuries had somewhat improved and he was ready to do real work.
So he was impeached.
However, at its core, the reason Indra was impeached is that his heart is too soft. He bears too much, so he can’t let go.
If Indra were ruthless, the Heavenly Army’s current difficulties wouldn’t be like this.
But if he were ruthless, he also wouldn’t call himself a useless god.
Now Indra deserves to sit at the same table as Shiroyasha.
“And I think you should know the meaning of the Heavenly Army Commander Spirit Status, right?”
The Heavenly Army Commander is literally the owner of the Heavenly Army. The so-called Heavenly Army is merely the private army of the Heavenly Army Commander.
In other words, this Heavenly Army Commander position is fully equivalent to the position of the Jade Emperor.
With the Chinese Pantheon foundation he is about to inherit, Aslan can fully create his own Celestial Court.
With Aslan as the Heavenly Army Commander, the Heavenly Army’s constraints wouldn’t be more than when Indra held the position.
Just like the current Twelve Heavenly Army Guardian Gods’ Spirit Status relies on Indra’s support. With Aslan, all their Spirit Statuses can rely on the Chinese Pantheon foundation.
This way, Aslan can quickly digest the inheritance, and with one move, solidify his position as Heavenly Army Commander, becoming an existence standing at the pinnacle of Little Garden.
And Aslan doesn’t have the Indian Pantheon as a burden; they can even become assistance for him.
This is an open strategy!
This is a naked temptation.
Faced with such temptation, Aslan genuinely found it somewhat hard to resist.
However, he had to resist it. The more free the feast, the bigger the hole it represents.
“I think this matter can still be considered...”
Before Aslan finished his words, Brahma said gloomily.
“As long as you agree, the King of the End position is also yours.”
Then Aslan snapped back to reality. He looked at Brahma with gloomy eyes, asking with a bit of resentment and wonder.
“By the way, isn’t the other candidate King Arthur?”
Brahma nodded slightly.
“Yes, that’s the Queen’s nomination.”
The corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched. The maneuvers of the Halloween Queen and Indra really left him speechless.
And could it be that the King of the End position was originally his from the start?
Alright, he admitted that this time, he was genuinely a bit tempted.
After all, if operated correctly, or even without operation, this time it could be said food was being fed into his mouth.
He just needed to open his mouth, and a Two-Digit position would be waving at him.
“Although I’m very tempted, what I love most is saying no to those who think they’re right.”
“Sorry, I refuse.”
The bigger the wave, the more valuable the fish!
He didn’t even dare to imagine how big the hole behind this freely obtained Two-Digit position must be.
