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Title: Kurma: Never Seen a Four-Digit This Thick-Skinned

Seeing Leticia, Aslan narrowed his eyes and said in a joking tone.

“But I’m still very curious about one thing: how dare Ares provoke Arcadia at a time like this?”

In the eyes of most Gods, the biggest investor behind Arcadia was the Greek Pantheon.

Even after Aslan led Arcadia’s revival, Arcadia’s relationship with the Greek Pantheon remained good.

Arcadia and Greece could be said to wear the same pants.

Aslan and Arcadia’s resurgence symbolized the growing strength of Greek power and the success of their investments.

This might not be a good thing in the eyes of other Pantheons.

But why was Ares acting strangely? He hated his family being big and strong, so he came specifically to sabotage Arcadia and the Greek Pantheon’s relationship?

“Master, this might be related to Goddess Athena.” Leticia pondered for a moment.

“I once heard—more precisely, from Canaria—that for some reason, Zeus wants Athena to become the fourth-generation Greek King of Gods.”

The Greek King of Gods, as the center of Greek mythology, was one of the Spirit Statuses recognized in Little Garden as having a high chance of becoming Two-Digit.

If paired with the Greek Another Cosmology, this possibility could be pulled even higher.

Three generations of Kings of Gods, and the Greek Pantheon had produced two Two-Digits and one exceptional Three-Digit.

Zeus, who activated the Proclamation of Great Father God, could be considered an exceptional Three-Digit on par with the Halloween Queen.

In fact, if not for the Star God War caused by Gaia’s death to defeat Typhon, Zeus could normally have become Two-Digit.

But he became the Great Father God. His Spirit Status was bound to human history, and he had completely lost the possibility of advancing further.

Now, Uranus was dead, Cronus’s whereabouts unknown, though Typhon had become Two-Digit, he parted ways with the Greek Pantheon on outwardly peaceful terms, and Zeus was in a semi-paralyzed state, bedridden year-round.

The Greek Pantheon needed a Supreme Two-Digit to maintain their territory.

Among Little Garden’s super-large Pantheons, the Chinese Pantheon was considered an exception outside Little Garden’s discussions.

And the others—whether Buddhism, Indian Pantheon, or even Christianity, and Thousand Eyes behind it—all had Two-Digits.

Of course, the Indian Pantheon here referred to the Sun King Group. The Hindu Pantheon led by Indra had long merged with Buddhism.

This made Greece a lamb ready for slaughter, especially in Little Garden’s current chaotic situation.

Without a Two-Digit, they couldn’t even grasp Little Garden’s true situation.

In Little Garden, only Two-Digits could be called true chess players.

This was why Athena, upon learning of Kalki’s birth from Aslan’s mouth, immediately made it a big issue.

Only by muddying the waters could this biggest Greek fish have a chance to hide and not become a chessboard or even a chess piece.

“Athena?” Aslan smiled, raising his glass to Leticia, then narrowing his eyes.

“Then I might understand what’s happening.”

“After all, Ares must be very upset about Athena becoming the next candidate for King of Gods.”

“Our relationship with Athena is a bit too close. If she gets our support, Athena will definitely be one step closer to the Greek King of Gods position.”

After all, the right to distribute Absolute Evil’s merits was in Aslan’s hands.

If Athena wanted to become the fourth-generation Greek King of Gods, the merit shortage to become Two-Digit would certainly be huge.

This was why Canaria and the others received strong support from the Greek Pantheon when fighting Absolute Evil back then.

“Of course, it’s also possible we’re guessing wrong. All this is part of Athena’s plan, and even Ares is a result of her deliberate leniency.”

“So she can do us a favor when Ares causes trouble, then replace Shiroyasha and become Arcadia’s true supporter.”

Aslan finished the red wine in his glass, set it aside, narrowed his eyes, and looked at the sun in the sky.

“But what does the fourth-generation Greek King of Gods or whatever have to do with us? What does Greece have to do with me?”

Aslan was Shiroyasha’s person from beginning to end.

The Greece-invested Arcadia had been completely destroyed in that Ouroboros attack.

Everything Arcadia had now was the result of his hard work. It was related to Shiroyasha, but had nothing to do with Greece at all.

(Greek Pantheon, who do they think they are? Still wanting to seize the merit distribution rights in my hands?)

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On the other side, in the highest-standard reception room of Thousand Eyes’ main headquarters.

Shiroyasha seemed to sense something, and the corner of her lips couldn’t help but curl into a faint smile.

Then she turned, her golden eyes coldly staring at a petite girl in front of her, with white jade dragon horns on her forehead, white hair, purple eyes, and a childish beautiful face.

The identity of the girl before her was the World Dragon Kurma, one of Little Garden’s seventeen Full Authority Domains (Two-Digits).

“Kurma, what do you mean by this?” Shiroyasha asked in an unquestionable tone.

Kurma smiled while glancing at her, somewhat surprised.

“No way, Shiroyasha, he’s just a little Four-Digit, why is he worth making you this angry?”

Kurma was now very curious about Aslan and Shiroyasha’s relationship. The gossip fire in her heart blazed fiercely.

“Could it be true like the news in Shunshui-sha, that you’re really ‘kept’ by Aslan?”

Shunshui-sha, the entertainment newspaper famous for its gossip under Halloween Queen’s command. Though it was gossip, the information in it had been verified.

Its accuracy was quite guaranteed.

So it wasn’t wrong to believe it as truth.

“Uh……” Shiroyasha paused, slightly shocked.

(No, did I come for this? Clearly I came to ask why you’re targeting Aslan.)

(And to show Aslan what a Boss’s style is.)

After all, since accepting Aslan, besides giving him Divinity at the beginning, she hadn’t helped him with anything else.

On the contrary, Aslan had helped her more.

This made her feel very embarrassed.

Shiroyasha had a faint bad premonition.

At this moment, Kurma slowly sipped her tea, raised her head, and looked at her with sly eyes.

“Or is Aslan your little lover? Or a bastard child?”

“I think the bastard child possibility is greater. After all, Aslan’s body structure is a bit too similar to yours…”

(Damn that bitch Halloween Queen…)

Shiroyasha’s face turned green.

What was this?

Aslan keeping her?

Aslan being her little lover? Or her child?

She and Aslan clearly had a pure Boss-subordinate relationship.

The corner of Shiroyasha’s mouth twitched violently several times.

(Halloween you bitch, I’ll remember you.)

(Next time, if I don’t make you scream in pain, I’m not the White Night Demon Lord anymore.)

“Don’t tell me you really believe this Halloween nonsense?”

Kurma nodded lightly and said with a triumphant sly smile.

“I already asked Little Halloween; she said all this is true.”

(Halloween……) Shiroyasha twitched, but still insisted on explaining.

“My relationship with Aslan is purely that of a Main God and Subordinate God. How many words from Halloween’s mouth can be trusted?”

Kurma’s expression froze slightly.

She felt as if she had uncovered some extraordinary big news.

Originally, she just wanted to tease Shiroyasha, but now it seemed more than just teasing.

But she had guessed a bit of the truth.

Could Aslan and Shiroyasha really have an unclear relationship?

No way, had Shiroyasha really become normal?

However, Kurma didn’t continue probing. What if Shiroyasha got really angry from embarrassment?

Her turtle shell wouldn’t withstand Shiroyasha’s iron fist.

In fact, though Shiroyasha was now ranked tenth among Little Garden’s seventeen Full Authority Domains after three major reductions, this tenth place considered the Winds of Decadence and Chinese Pantheon monsters.

In reality, current Shiroyasha, besides a combination of two Goddesses and Winds of Decadence intervention.

Other Two-Digits coming one by one, Shiroyasha would crush them one by one, even Shakyamuni from Buddhism.

The Golden Buddha body wasn’t as hard as Shiroyasha’s fist.

Some from the East might defeat Shiroyasha, but they had long left Little Garden.

Kurma didn’t want to test her turtle shell’s hardness against Shiroyasha’s fist.

This was truly dragon-slaying stuff.

“That’s true.” Kurma nodded in agreement.

Shiroyasha eyed her suspiciously. She didn’t know why her instincts told her Kurma had misunderstood something.

“Kurma, you still haven’t answered my question!” Shiroyasha stared at her coldly, slightly angry.

Did she really think the White Night Demon Lord was made of clay? Completely emotionless?

Kurma also stopped her playful antics, slowly sipped her tea, and said calmly.

“No particular meaning. Just teaching a naughty kid who’s gone overboard a lesson.”

How dare he let Little Leticia turn his incarnation into her Beast Vassal, and also snatch his favorite Little Leticia from his hands!

He was angry and retaliated a bit—what’s wrong with that?

He was still a young dragon! Young dragons were naturally vindictive, right?

“But don’t worry if he’ll be in danger.”

Kurma only planned to give Aslan a small punishment. She sealed Aslan’s spatial abilities, but Aslan’s Star Spirit-comparable physique was enough to face all challenges and dangers.

Even Yang Jian’s body might not be as strong as this kid’s. What problems could befall Aslan?

Ordinary Four-Digits might not even breach Aslan’s defenses.

Who had a Boundary Competent with Star Spirit-comparable physique, and not an ordinary Star Spirit, but a Sun Star Spirit?

Aslan also held the Dragon Sun Authority. The immortality brought by the Dragon Sun Authority, maximal abnormal condition resistance. Immunity to weapons from the Leo Sun Authority.

Exaggerating, even if Kurma returned to her current exceptional Four-Digit state, she’d have to try hard to injure Aslan.

She had never seen a thicker Four-Digit Elite than Aslan in her long life.

No, Aslan couldn’t even be called a Four-Digit Elite yet; he was still an Ordinary Four-Digit.

Then this was even more absurd!

“Ahem…” Shiroyasha awkwardly lowered her head. She seemed to have really forgotten that in Little Garden’s Lower Layers currently, as long as no elders broke the rules, Aslan truly wouldn’t face any issues.

Aslan seemed a bit too thick because of her upbringing…

Was this trip in vain?

“Forget it, I’ll consider myself unlucky.” Kurma shook her head helplessly, finished the tea in her cup, then took out a Gift Card and handed it to Shiroyasha.

“Inside is the vampire race concept. Consider it my compensation. After he passes this crisis, give it to him as a gift.”

Since Aslan wanted to save the vampire race and even created a Bloodline concept to snatch the vampire concept from his hands. Anyway, the mess had happened, and he knew Aslan and Shiroyasha’s relationship wasn’t ordinary.

Just the vampire race concept—give it away.

Offending Shiroyasha over this would truly not be worth it; he didn’t care much about the vampire race anyway.

If he did, how could the vampire race end up like this?

From now on, the vampire race truly had no relation to him anymore.

As for the two Lamias he liked? If Aslan had the ability, let him take them from his hands.

Kurma was somewhat curious if Aslan would really dare to snatch them from him.

Then Kurma left, leaving Shiroyasha laughing strangely alone.

“Aslan, this time you’ll see how great this Boss is!”

“And Leticia, this time don’t dream of keeping your girls away from me!”

“I’ve decided: starting today, I want a little girl every day!”

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“I knew whatever Kurma gave wouldn’t be something good…”

“My dignity as Boss, and my girls…” Shiroyasha sat on the sofa hugging her knees, brooding in silence.

When Kurousagi approached, she glanced at Shiroyasha curiously and asked Leticia in confusion.

“What’s wrong with Lord Shiroyasha?”

Leticia looked at Shiroyasha with pity, sighed helplessly, and explained.

“Maybe it’s despair from having a too-reliable Subordinate God.”

After all, though Shiroyasha went to confront Kurma, the fact was that even if she did nothing, Aslan wouldn’t have any problems.

Even the vampire race concept she brought back in the end wasn’t very useful to Aslan.

Wanted to control Aslan, but instead got controlled by Aslan using economic power, suffering a huge loss and losing women at once (because he didn’t get Leticia).

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Title: Turns Out the Wound on Ares’ Face Came from Here

End of the World (City of the End).

A luxurious inn in the city center.

Ares, one of the Twelve Main Greek Gods, the God of War, with a bruised and swollen face, angrily grabbed the wine in his hand and chugged it down.

He had none of his previous style when he was intimidating the children, shouting for dancers to accompany him, cat girls as footstools, and fox spirits to carry weapons and relieve himself (arrogant and perverted expression).

“Heracles, are you crazy? Is Aslan your father? I only scolded the kids a few times.”

“I didn’t mess with your mother, did I?”

“Did you have to hit me this hard?”

As he spoke, Ares lightly touched the spot where Heracles had just punched him.

“Ouch~”

The moment he touched it, a stabbing pain came. Ares couldn’t help but suck in cold air.

“Even Authority was used.”

After all, because Aslan had given him something, Heracles had gained a huge advantage. When punching Ares, he naturally wouldn’t hold back.

Not to mention he and Ares already had many conflicts.

“Damn honest-faced Poseidon, you actually set me up.” Ares said angrily, as if ready to take revenge on Poseidon at any moment.

His mind echoed with Poseidon’s words.

“Once you arrive in Arcadia, feel free to voice your dissatisfaction. Aslan won’t dare do anything to you.”

“Even if he hits you, you can use it to extort a sum from Arcadia and pressure them through this.”

“Of course, if Athena appears, know your place and admit defeat. Athena won’t do anything to you.”

“Damn Poseidon, you didn’t tell me Heracles would take action.”

“If you had told me earlier, I wouldn’t have come to this annoying place.”

Ares grabbed the ice pack beside him and gently compressed the wound on his face. While compressing, he sucked in cold air.

“Damn, I suffered a big loss this time.”

He was beaten without resistance and couldn’t voice his grievances.

“If I don’t regain my dignity in Arcadia, I’m no longer the God of War!” Ares stared at distant Arcadia with hatred, his red eyes gleaming with malicious light.

Because he was beaten by Heracles, and he couldn’t defeat Heracles—more precisely, this incarnation couldn’t defeat Heracles.

So he could only regain his dignity from Arcadia.

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End of the World, near the city center, on a bridge crossing a small river.

A one-tailed white-haired woman with red eyes, brown skin, tall and sexy, was looking at a tall building in the distance with a playful expression.

That was Ares’ inn.

After all, Ares was one of the uninvited guests, so Aslan didn’t prepare a special secret realm accommodation for Four-Digit Gods and Buddhas for him.

Instead, he temporarily rented a space-expanded building from Thousand Eyes.

“Who would’ve thought the first to cause trouble would be the Greek Pantheon. So eager to sever ties?”

The playful smile on her face was like a spectator in front of a circus, with strong interest in the upcoming show.

Footsteps sounded.

The white-haired woman turned without any surprise and happened to see Uesugi Kenshin in women’s clothing, carrying a bag of beer, like an office worker just getting off work.

Uesugi approached with a helpless sigh.

“Of course, a lively place like this wouldn’t be without you, Prithvi Mata.”

Earth Goddess, one of the Twelve Guardian Gods of the Heavenly Army.

A Three-Digit Earth Goddess, and also the famous Gossip Goddess.

This was the essence of the white-haired mature woman.

Seeing her acquaintance, Prithvi wasn’t surprised but laughed instead.

“Uesugi, you came at the perfect time. The show is about to start.”

“Show?” Uesugi looked in the direction Prithvi pointed. With her level, she could naturally clearly see the person she knew in the inn not far away.

Then, she frowned and asked.

“Ares? Greece sent him to approach Aslan?”

“Approach? Sent by Greece?” Prithvi’s expression suddenly became very subtle, looking like she wanted to laugh but was trying hard to hold it back.

“If it were really as you say, that would be interesting.”

She said that, and without waiting for Uesugi to respond, she continued.

“Just keep watching. Now many eyes are focused there.”

“Oh?” Uesugi looked at Ares thoughtfully and narrowed her eyes.

“What are you looking at? Never seen a handsome man?” Ares held the ice pack in one hand to tend his wound, while rudely retorting the gaze secretly observing him.

“Especially you! You’re the chief editor of Shunshui-sha, deadpan photographer, don’t look at me with those eyes!”

“If I find any news in Little Garden that damages my dignity, watch out—I’ll come to the Heavenly Army to settle it with you!”

Earth Goddess Prithvi Mata, the famous Gossip Goddess in Little Garden. This was known to Four-Digit Communities in Little Garden.

But few among Three-Digits with information knew that Prithvi was the chief editor of Shunshui-sha, a troublemaking Community, and she was specifically in charge of gossip photography.

Who would use the Heavenly Army’s intelligence channels to make gossip news?

Hearing that, Prithvi narrowed her eyes and waved her hand to dispel the gazes around her that turned to her.

(Ares? I’ll remember you.)

However, clearly Ares’ reputation had been ruined by himself to the point it couldn’t be ruined more. He had no reputation left.

Prithvi also felt a bit dizzy about this.

Ares’ face was too thick; even she had no way.

“Hey, Arcadia kids, where are the dancers I wanted?” Ares ignored the observing gazes around him and shouted while slamming the wall in extreme annoyance.

He seemed to want to use this to state that Arcadia’s hospitality was inadequate and insincere.

But in fact, Arcadia’s hospitality was already excellent. All aspects had been considered. Under Canaria’s planning, even the most etiquette-savvy God wouldn’t find any flaws.

But if he insisted on finding fault, Aslan also had ways to handle it.

Taking his gaze from Ares, Aslan sighed helplessly.

“Do I need to punch Ares again?” Heracles’ honest voice sounded in his ear. Aslan shook his head.

“Even punching him ten times, Ares would be the same, even more troublesome.”

“He’s forcing me to perform.”

“Forget it. He wants dancers, then give him dancers. And the most beautiful ones.”

Aslan looked at Prithvi and nodded slightly to this famous Gossip Goddess.

Prithvi seemed to understand Aslan’s intent, her face smiling, and she looked at Ares with greater curiosity.

“Lord Ares, people from Arcadia are sending dancers here.” A trembling male voice sounded from outside.

“Hahaha, cowardly Arcadia dogs really admitted defeat.” Ares laughed heartily. He felt greatly relieved. Just Arcadia—they were a bunch of cowards.

“Let them in.”

Then the door opened.

Three “ladies” the most beautiful from various races, with pitch-black skin, faces with heavy makeup, arms and thighs piled with fat, wearing string clothes that only covered vital parts, entered.

“Lord Ares, we’ve come to serve you…” A greasy and disgusting voice that somehow described it sounded in the room.

At that moment, the air seemed to freeze.

The lewd smile on Ares’ face froze.

The minds of the Gods observing this place simultaneously paused for a moment. Even many observing with Gifts directly cut their connections.

At that time, the leading Ruhua affectionately hugged Ares’ arm, leaned into Ares’ embrace like a little bird, and said in a nauseatingly sweet tone.

“What’s wrong? Lord Ares, don’t you like our outfits? But wasn’t this your request?”

“Of course, if you have other requests, our most beautiful dancer group can fulfill them too.”

(My request…)

Ares, who had just realized, snorted, uncontrollable bloody tears overflowing from his eyes.

Vaguely, Ares seemed to hear the exchange of wills around him.

“Damn, turns out Ares likes this type? Why does his taste feel worse than Poseidon’s?”

“I thought Poseidon was the peak, didn’t expect another expert!”

“Damn, after this, when working with Ares, do we have to use ‘beautiful women’ like this? Brothers Gods, do you have any ways? Even if it’s covered by public funds, I really don’t want to accompany this lord with such heavy tastes?”

“…”

Ares’ face now turned greenish-blue.

He could admit he wasn’t picky and would chase the handsome women he liked.

But the three “dancers” in front of him didn’t match his fetish at all. He now just felt like vomiting and wanted to gouge out his own eyes.

At this moment, Siyu opposite said in a tolerant tone.

“I heard Lord Ares just failed to chase another woman and was beaten until injured by her.”

“But no problem, we’ll tolerate everything about Lord Ares.”

Hearing this, the Gods’ minds around paused briefly, then the exchange voices became more enthusiastic.

“Turns out… the wound on Ares’ face came from here.”

“We thought he was beaten by Heracles.”

“Yeah, I thought so too.”

“News must be reported as is.” Prithvi patted her chest and guaranteed it would be reported absolutely as is, without exaggeration.

As for Uesugi beside her, she had long closed her eyes; they stung watching that.

“Damn Arcadia offspring, I’m really angry now.” Ares said that, then waved his hand.

A great force directly sent the three flying into the wall, seriously injuring them at the same time.

Their heads lolled, and they fainted on the spot.

*WENG—*

The atmosphere suddenly froze.

Bright golden light shone from the sky, piercing the floor, piercing space, illuminating this room, illuminating Ares’ angry face.

A loud shout sounded.

“Ares, you dare injure Arcadia people! We’ve tried hard to meet your needs!”

“What more dissatisfaction do you have?”

Though they weren’t human, they were created by Canaria gathering countless politically correct elements.

But even so, they were still Arcadia people.

In the sky, a lion made of golden lightning showed a terrifying head.

Lightning flickered; the golden lion seemed to want to devour all of Ares, charging at Ares from the sky.

Ares’ face was fierce; suddenly a spear appeared in his hand. That spear, besides endless blood-red color and battle scars, had no other decorations.

“I’m satisfied with your flattened head!”

“Not just fighting? Whoever’s a coward surrenders first.”

Ares swung his spear, charging toward the lightning lion in the sky.

Spear and lightning collided at this moment!

*BOOM!*

A fierce storm triggered atmospheric phenomena. The originally dark night turned to day in an instant, then to darkness in a flash, followed by lightning and thunder, gale winds roaring.

“Damn! Sun Authority Leo, you cheat more than me!” Ares, whose whole body was charred black, red hair standing on end from electric shock, emitting black smoke, couldn’t help but curse.

After all, the only Sun Authority Zodiac Aslan currently had was Leo.

So his strongest Beast Vassal now was the Fifth Beast Vassal, Regulus Aurum.

After fusing with Sun Authority Leo, Regulus Aurum surged to legendary Four-Digit existence due to compatibility, possessing corresponding power.

Though Ares was very strong, his original body was Four-Digit Elite, and he also had Authority Artifacts.

But the incarnation that came here naturally didn’t have the original body’s treatment. He could only fight with Authority understanding.

However, due to the essence of his Authority, Authority understanding could easily explode Four-Digit Outlier power.

But unfortunately, Leo’s abilities leaned toward defense, making it awkward here.

In combat, both sides’ strength was almost equal, but the one in armor would surely win in the end.

Not to mention Regulus Aurum’s ability was lightning, extremely strong in attack power, destruction, and speed.

“I’m really angry this time.” As he spoke, the rough and irritable nature in Ares’ body all vanished now, leaving only a warrior’s calm.

Expressionlessly, he discarded the spear in his hand.

“Ares will use Authority.” The smile on Prithvi’s face immediately faded a lot, even hardening slightly with seriousness.

The weakness of Sun Authority Leo was known to them all: it would suffer in bare-handed combat.

Though Ares was embarrassing, he was the God of War. His combat skills were top-notch, not to mention using Authority.

“Do we need to act? That kid might not be a match for Ares.”

“Let’s observe first.”

“Indra said that unless Aslan uses Vasavi Shakti, we can just watch the show calmly.” Uesugi said calmly.

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Title: I Didn’t Just Try to Kill Him

Above the sky, Regulus-Aurum and the storm caused by the blood-red aura faced off, creating a brief stalemate.

Ares sneered, his entire body covered in bright blood-red color.

As that blood-red color appeared, Aslan only felt his entire blood burning. His skin visibly reddened at this moment, and even blood overflowed from the corner of his mouth.

He felt his power, his physique, his authority, and even his Spirit Status being plundered, roughly stripped away.

In contrast, Ares showed the opposite condition. His aura immediately strengthened several levels. At this moment, his body also began to enlarge, and blood-red lines appeared on his body surface.

This was a manifestation that his power had exceeded the limit Ares could bear. He could only endure the power plundered from Aslan by forcibly enlarging his body.

“A bit unexpected, your physique is actually this strong. It made me unable to hold back and enter this state.”

The essence of the War Authority held by Ares was plunder, plundering advantages.

When he fully waged war, he could connect to his subordinate Gods, gather collective power to himself, and also seize the enemy’s power through launching war.

Now, he used war characteristics to seize Aslan’s physique and vitality.

In fact, the plunder target was Regulus-Aurum, but Regulus-Aurum’s Spirit Status fused with Sun Authority Leo was clearly higher than Ares’ current incarnation.

War Characteristic—Plunder: Plundering beings weaker than him was naturally no issue, but facing beings stronger than him wasn’t very effective.

Aslan and Regulus-Aurum’s connection was very close, so Ares could bypass Regulus-Aurum and directly plunder Aslan’s physique.

Coincidentally, Aslan’s current Spirit Status was only ordinary Four-Digit level. Yes, all his merits were used to pay debts, so his Spirit Status improvement was relatively limited.

However, what was beyond Ares’ expectation was that Aslan should have died instantly after he plundered his physique and vitality in that instant.

But no problem. It wasn’t too late to kill Aslan after killing the obstructing lion.

“Come on, fight! If you’re a man, come face me, hiding like this isn’t any skill!” Ares shouted and cursed, wanting to force the other party to appear through this.

At the same time, his large blood-red palm slapped toward Regulus-Aurum. Relying on the physique and vitality plundered from Aslan, he wanted to kill the Beast Vassal.

Suddenly, Ares’ large hands were approaching Regulus-Aurum. Leo Pemptos (Fifth Blood Kaile Name) sensed a strong threat.

(I’ll die! If this slap hits, I’ll definitely die!)

Regulus-Aurum exploded with all its power. Endless lightning erupted in the sky. The entire sky above End of the World was now covered by dark clouds with thunder and lightning.

The powerful electric current, if even a little leaked accidentally, the entire End of the World would immediately turn into barren glass land.

But even with such strong lightning, facing the current Ares who had plundered Aslan’s physique, it only added black spots to his body surface.

Aslan once again gained a deeper understanding of his physical strength. This understanding came from the situation where others plundered his physique and vitality.

The giant blood-red palm like flowing lava slapped down!

The next moment, a loud sound triggered a powerful sonic boom!

*SMACK!*

As if wanting to slap Regulus-Aurum to death like swatting a mosquito. However, when Ares looked at his palm, there was nothing in it, not even residual lightning.

Immediately, he raised his head, seeing Aslan sitting on Regulus-Aurum’s head, gently stroking Regulus-Aurum. He let out a surprised sound.

“The turtle hiding in its shell finally came out?”

Aslan sighed hearing that, raised his head, massaged his temples, and said.

“I admit, I overestimated your quality.”

Who would’ve thought the Greek God of War was such a disgusting creature.

War that plunders others’ power, forcibly taking everything from beings weaker than him.

Did he really use tyranny to the extreme? Then how did he face beings stronger than him?

Well, almost forgot, this guy could also gather power from his subordinate Gods, Demigods, and believers’ collective to himself.

If added with the rumored Ares Demigod War Legion. Then Ares’ fighting style became very clear: enhance himself by plundering the enemy.

As for facing beings that couldn’t be plundered? Of course, by waving the white flag.

Just this? Still called God of War? Aslan thought calling him a bastard was more fitting.

He truly didn’t expect that one day he’d be stuck due to his Spirit Status power.

He had greatly underestimated the quality of Gods and Buddhas in Little Garden, but he found that the Gods and Buddhas in Little Garden might be more immoral than he thought.

“Quality? Is that thing more useful than a chastity belt?” Ares sneered, then grinned, revealing neat teeth.

“Want to try escaping? You can try if you can get out of my battlefield and flee like a woman with a rotten butt.”

“Forget it, I really can’t stand all your foul words.” Aslan sighed helplessly, raised his hand, and snapped his fingers.

“Displacement!”

Almost instantly, Aslan and Ares’ current conditions swapped. Aslan replaced his plundered condition with Ares’ current condition.

Suddenly, Aslan returned to normal, and due to the Dragon Sun Authority in his body, he immediately gained certain resistance when facing such authorities in the future.

In fact, when his physique and vitality were plundered in that instant, he could already rely on Dragon Sun Authority to resist this condition.

But he was more curious about what Ares’ authority really was, so he deliberately let it happen.

Ares’ authority truly opened his eyes; that’s all that could be said.

In contrast, Ares who swapped conditions with Aslan wasn’t better off. With his physique and vitality plundered, Ares now was almost a dried corpse, only maintaining consciousness with the remaining divine power.

After all, Ares wasn’t like Aslan, who was a Fourth Primogenitor with Negative Vitality. Though usually, under his Star Spirit-comparable strong physique, this Negative Vitality characteristic wasn’t apparent.

But when all his vitality was plundered, even if he owed vitality, he could still live and jump like someone unaffected.

Aslan looked at Ares like this, sighed, and smiled casually.

After seeing the essence of Ares’ tyranny, he was full of contempt for Ares.

His eyes flickered slightly, raised his hand, and slowly removed the glove on his hand.

“I hate most people who bully the weak because they’re strong.”

Aslan said this, removed his bowtie, threw the glove and bowtie aside, even took off his jacket, and unbuttoned three buttons on his shirt.

Ares saw the other’s actions, frowned, feeling the killing intent slowly rising from the opponent’s body.

The expression on his face gradually turned to fear.

“I surrender—”

The words weren’t finished; a palm continuously enlarged in Ares’ eyes, enlarging endlessly.

Until it covered his entire vision, stopping all his words.

*CRACK!*

Aslan grabbed Ares’ face with one hand, his five fingers piercing into the skull with creaking sounds, and said expressionlessly.

“Sorry, I’m too lazy to hear that!”

Enemies were enough to just kill. Ares, when activating his authority, truly intended to kill him.

It was very reasonable to kill him back, right?

Even his authority was so embarrassing; who knew if Ares would have any revenge intent.

So for his own safety, if possible, Aslan even wanted to kill Ares’ original body on Mount Olympus at once.

“You should be grateful; I haven’t developed Displacement to authority level, otherwise what’s here would be your original body.”

Aslan’s voice echoed softly in Ares’ ears, then under Ares’ speechless terrified expression.

Aslan suddenly used the power of his waist and right arm!

In the ear-piercing air explosion sound, he slammed Ares’ head to the ground.

The ground collided with the back of Ares’ head, with a loud explosion, lava erupting.

The Divine Shield on Ares’ right arm shone coldly, blocking this attack for him.

“Tch, not dead? Almost forgot, you still have divine artifacts on your body.”

Aslan sneered displeased, and snapped his fingers again.

“Displacement!”

The air was swapped with the divine artifact on Ares’ body.

Then Aslan lifted Ares’ head again, preparing to slam it to the ground again.

With Ares’ current semi-conscious state, the next hit might really kill him?

Many seriously watching the fight suddenly snapped awake at this moment. They rushed to stop Aslan’s killing of Ares.

“Hey! Arcadia kid, think carefully. If you kill this incarnation of Ares, you’ll truly become enemies with the Greek Pantheon.”

“Killing just this incarnation won’t help; it’ll only anger Ares.”

“Yeah, yeah, fights and killings like this are very bad.”

The situation between Aslan and Ares reversed too quickly.

Ares was still superior before, how could Ares lose in the next moment?

For these observers, no one getting hurt was the best ending. The best was if they could build good relations with both Aslan and Greece.

But now, who would’ve thought, Aslan had just talked nicely with Heracles, why in the next moment did he want to kill Ares?

Facing the conflict between Aslan and Ares, almost everyone was on Greece’s side.

After all, everyone tended to be peacemakers, and Aslan wasn’t really hurt.

Almost everyone believed that Aslan, representing Arcadia, wouldn’t become enemies with the Greek Pantheon.

After all, everyone knew the biggest investor behind Arcadia was the Greek Pantheon, and even Aslan had unclear relations with Athena.

The Perseus Alliance with Arcadia was much earlier than Aslan getting the name.

In short, with Aslan and Greece’s relations, he absolutely wouldn’t kill......

Seeing Ares on the ground like a split watermelon, almost everyone was stunned.

What... just happened?

Suddenly, faces felt very painful!

“Sorry, I don’t allow those who threaten me to live.”

Aslan took a white towel and wiped his hands with a smile on his face, as if explaining to the observers around him.

And among them, Aslan’s smile was especially bright facing the golden-haired Goddess who suddenly appeared right in front of him.

Athena looked at the corpse at Aslan’s feet, which had lost most of its head, still with lingering fear on its face, and vanished blown by the wind, sighing lightly.

“You shouldn’t have killed him, at least not after I arrived.”

Killing in front of Athena and killing behind her were two different concepts. The latter meant at least she could pretend not to know and settle it casually.

But the former meant Athena had to handle it seriously, handle it seriously as the successor to the King of Gods.

(I didn’t just try to kill him.) Aslan smiled at the corner of his mouth, answering Athena in his heart.

If Athena returned to Mount Olympus now and went to the War God Ares’ temple, she should see Ares severely injured, weak like a broken rib.

Though he hadn’t developed Displacement Magecraft to authority level, it didn’t mean he couldn’t consume merits and temporarily strengthen it.

What was under his hand earlier wasn’t Ares’ incarnation, but his original body. Otherwise, why would Ares show such a terrified expression.

Even Aslan slightly borrowed the power of Mankind’s Last Trial, ensuring the damage to Ares was deep enough and hard to heal.

Only because Ares was a Four-Digit Outlier hiding in the Lower Layers, the type that could’ve long become Three-Digit, otherwise, what should be lying in the War God Temple now would be his corpse.

A bit regrettable.

However, for now, Ares at least had to lie down for several years to recover consciousness.

In these few years, Aslan was confident he could secretly kill Ares completely.

This was his confidence.

Honestly, he didn’t want to become enemies with the Greek Pantheon, and he had no intention of killing Ares.

But who told Ares to provoke him first? And he, targeted by Ouroboros, felt very annoyed and needed an outlet.

Ares directly hit the muzzle.

His relation with Heracles was quite good. Strictly speaking, his relation with the Greek Pantheon wasn’t broken yet.

It just couldn’t be as intimate as before with Arcadia.

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Title: Help Me Ascend to the Throne of the King of Gods, and I’ll Make You One of the Twelve Main Gods

Arcadia Main Headquarters.

Athena sat in front of Aslan, propping her chin with both hands, her eyes sparkling with curiosity.

Aslan turned helplessly, looking at this intellectual Goddess gazing at him gently, and sighed.

“Tell me, Goddess Athena, hasn’t my stance been clear enough?”

Even Aslan didn’t know why, though he had killed Ares’ incarnation right in front of Athena, which could be said to have trampled on Athena’s dignity.

But why was Athena still pursuing him relentlessly like this?

Hadn’t his stance been clear enough?

However, Athena seemed not to hear anything and continued gazing at him gently.

As if tolerating a rebellious child in her family.

The only thing Aslan could see was that behind that gentle gaze hid an irrefutable authority.

She had targeted Aslan, and she wouldn’t let him escape no matter what.

After a brief stalemate, Aslan finally sighed, turned, and took two glasses and a bottle of cold cola from the fridge beside him.

“Tell me, Goddess Athena, just say what you want directly. There’s no one watching here; why don’t we just talk?”

Athena then dropped the gentle expression that looked so strange to Aslan, returning to the cold demeanor she usually showed when alone.

Perhaps this was Athena’s true face. The so-called intellectual beauty outside was just a mask.

To maintain this mask, Athena even set a rule of no more than three times for herself.

Anyone who offended her, as long as they didn’t receive more than three warnings, would only get her warnings. She wouldn’t take action against them.

But once exceeding three times, then it was a “Fine, war begins.”

The most representative victim was Algol.

Athena took a glass of cola, sipped it slightly, and looked at him with curiosity.

“I find it hard to understand your thinking? You shouldn’t be purely emotional. You clearly understand the benefits of secretly allying with Greece.”

“Isn’t it good to have a large Pantheon as backing?”

Why suddenly sever ties so completely without a clear reason?

After all, Greece wasn’t stingy with giving Arcadia sufficient autonomy. They rarely interfered in subordinate communities’ internal affairs, etc.

Among all Pantheon powers, being invested by the Greek Pantheon was already the best choice.

Buddhism would demand conversion and embracing Buddhism before investing, while Thousand Eyes’ investment was more like a loan than true investment.

As for Christianity? They were generous, but their conditions were harsher, and only Christian followers would receive investment. Outsiders wanting investment... almost impossible.

And Ouroboros? Even worse.

Only Greece was the most generous, just giving money without caring about the rest. Full autonomy belonged to Arcadia itself.

Athena believed that Aslan, as the second-generation leader of Arcadia, couldn’t possibly not understand this.

If he didn’t even understand this, then she’d have to doubt if Aslan was truly Arcadia’s heir.

“Nothing. I just don’t like Ares. After all, Ares was the first to insult Arcadia; I was just a bit emotional...” The corner of Aslan’s mouth lifted slightly, saying in a somewhat joking tone.

“Besides, hasn’t my cooperation with the Greek Pantheon always continued? Goddess Athena.”

In fact, the one with the closest ties to the previous generation of Arcadia, responsible for negotiating with Arcadia, was actually Heracles, not Athena.

Now, the one with the best relationship with Arcadia, responsible for negotiations between Greece and Arcadia, was still Heracles.

What was the problem? Was there a change in this relationship?

No change at all.

Athena heard the special meaning in Aslan’s words.

She looked at him with interest, saying in a surprised tone.

“So, you’re willing to cooperate with Greece, just not willing to cooperate with me and accept my protection?”

Protection—Athena’s meaning was very clear, even with a hint of warning in it.

She reminded Aslan not to forget that he was now targeted by the World Dragon.

In the entire Little Garden now, besides herself, no other being would risk disrespecting the World Dragon to protect him.

Even if there were, they wouldn’t openly support Aslan but provide secret aid, which would eventually run out someday.

A Four-Digit? How could he survive under a Two-Digit’s enmity without protection?

Though the so-called enmity was just a casual word from the Two-Digit.

But for a Four-Digit, one word was enough to declare a death sentence on the other party.

“Or are you relying on the unfinished Another Cosmology in your body?” A flash of disdain crossed Athena’s eyes.

If it was just Algol’s unfinished Another Cosmology, and the fallen Algol turned into a Monster, left only with Demon Star status.

Then Aslan had disappointed her. Algol couldn’t protect Aslan.

Especially since Aslan often went to outer worlds to observe other worlds.

How rare and valuable was an Another Cosmology?

In fact, attempting to create one’s own Another Cosmology could start at Three-Digit level. Two Almighty Domains could complete one Another Cosmology.

The difference was only whether the worldview was complete or not, and whether it was strong or not.

An Another Cosmology with too weak and thin a worldview might not even be as strong as some divine artifacts.

Such Another Cosmologies weren’t even recognized by Little Garden’s Gods as true Another Cosmologies.

Just like Wild Gods who hadn’t even reached Four-Digit but had various Creator God titles.

Truly strong Another Cosmologies were those tied to eras or Pantheon worldviews.

Such Another Cosmologies had another name: Original Source of Creation, and beings holding them were generally Origin Candidates.

Coincidentally, Algol’s unfinished Another Cosmology didn’t meet either point.

And Aslan couldn’t even be called an Origin Candidate.

So Athena was very curious: where did Aslan get the courage to become enemies with her?

Wouldn’t accepting her protection be better?

“I can’t tell you that, Goddess Athena.”

Aslan shrugged, finished the cola in his glass in one gulp, looked at Athena, and said quite seriously.

“Just for my personal reasons, I don’t want to accept your protection.”

“Your desire to control is too strong, Goddess Athena. I don’t like the feeling of being controlled by others.”

Aslan had never revealed to anyone that he had Algol’s Another Cosmology in his body.

As for leaks from Shiroyasha? Even less likely, no need at all.

Aslan didn’t believe Shiroyasha would be so bored as to leak that he had an Another Cosmology.

And the information from Shiroyasha was clearly that Aslan needed twelve Sun Authorities, namely the Zodiac, to complete his Another Cosmology.

But Athena didn’t know this, so this wasn’t a leak from Arcadia people.

Even if there was, Little Garden’s Central Core would at least warn him.

Clearly, this was information Athena had long掌握ed. She had long known Algol had an unfinished Another Cosmology.

Or rather, all this was deliberately pushed by Athena. Sending Algol to his hands might have been an idea for Aslan to obtain Algol’s Another Cosmology.

Aslan knew from Canaria’s memories that she had once been Athena’s disciple.

Or rather, before Canaria became Heracles’ disciple, she was actually Athena’s disciple.

It was just that Canaria and Athena ended in an unpleasant split.

Canaria’s evaluation of the Halloween Queen was a madwoman who didn’t understand the Halloween Queen’s way of thinking at all.

But her evaluation of Athena was an overly controlling madwoman, extremely rational to the extreme.

Athena didn’t allow any factors around her outside her control, and coincidentally, Canaria hated being controlled the most.

Eventually, this became an experience few knew. Few in Little Garden knew Athena had once been Canaria’s teacher.

And Algol’s experience also proved Athena’s personality.

After interacting with Algol for a while, Aslan also found that in fact, Algol was just a bit foul-mouthed. If ignored, there were no issues.

Algol was also quite immersed in her own beauty besides.

She wasn’t the type to casually mock others’ beauty, so why did Algol curse Athena as an ugly woman?

The real reason was that since Athena became Algol’s guardian, Athena had secretly planned against her: what if Algol lost control?

But Algol, as a Star Spirit, her Spirit Status wasn’t low either. With a sudden thought and Revelation from her Spirit Status, Athena secretly planned against Algol.

Though Algol knew nothing, she could always sense Athena’s hostile intent. This was why she cursed Athena.

You’re plotted against every day on how to kill and seal you by the person around you—how could you have good feelings toward her?

After that, of course Athena’s plan succeeded; otherwise, how could Algol so coincidentally drink divine wine that could intoxicate her?

Divine wine that could intoxicate a Star Spirit wasn’t easy to find.

It showed Athena’s plan against Algol was prepared quite early.

Aslan estimated that what was called Athena’s three-times rule was: from the first time, Athena had already noted the other party in her little black book and started preparing contingency plans against them.

And after the third time, her plan was also nearly mature.

So where did this Little Garden version of Batman come from?

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Seeing Aslan smiling in front of her, Athena rarely fell silent.

After a moment, she sighed.

“Join my side; wouldn’t that be better?”

She truly appreciated Aslan’s abilities. Whether saving many heroes and Gods from Azi Dahaka or repelling Angra Mainyu.

It wasn’t just because Aslan so easily won Algol’s trust and obtained Algol’s Another Cosmology.

But Aslan’s courage, loyalty, and ability.

Daring to risk offending the World Dragon for Leticia, seizing the Vampire concept from her, and succeeding.

And the community that Canaria had once schemed to death, Aslan still remembered old ties and gave compensation.

Though this was somewhat risky, precisely because of that, Athena valued Aslan more.

This was a treasure that could be fully cultivated as a trusted subordinate. Given time, Aslan could even become her right and left hands.

As nearly the acknowledged successor to the Greek King of Gods, she considered herself to have the capital to recruit Aslan.

Just being controlled—compared to a bright future, it was meaningless, right?

And it seemed Canaria’s desire to control wasn’t lower than hers.

“After I ascend to the throne of the King of Gods, a seat as one of the Twelve Main Gods will definitely be yours.”

“Isn’t this enough?”

Athena smiled slightly, very confident in her offer. She believed no one in Little Garden would bid higher than her.

In the current nearly frozen hierarchy of Little Garden, no Pantheon would give such a God Status to an outsider.

This might be Aslan’s only chance to become Three-Digit, even a top expert among Three-Digits.

“But I refuse.”

Aslan raised his eyebrows, set down his glass, and smiled at her.

(Just a seat among the Twelve Main Gods? You think I’m a beggar?)

(Why don’t you say Little Garden’s Central Core has offered me the Little Garden Master seat?)

(The one standing before you now is the future Little Garden Master, and factually the ruler of the Second Little Garden.)

As long as the current Little Garden vanished, Aslan could build another Little Garden in the Type-Moon World, then control Little Garden’s Central Core and become Little Garden Master.

Even in this Little Garden, if Aslan could seize the Little Garden’s Central Core authority from the Pantheon that built Little Garden back then, he could also become Little Garden Master.

Sun Authority was just one important part among them.

“Why?” Athena’s expression changed slightly, but she still gazed at him gently and tolerantly.

“You want to know the reason?”

Aslan looked at her with interest and asked very sincerely.

“Please tell me, Goddess Athena, if one Full Authority Domain wants to hunt me down, what would you do?”

Athena paused for a moment, sighed, and said.

“I would take good care of Arcadia.”

Meaning, she would abandon Aslan.

Aslan smiled, shrugged, and said no more.

Shiroyasha just because of one sentence, went against Kurma.

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Title: He Doesn’t Know If the Forcibly Picked Fruit Is Sweet, But It Will Surely Quench Thirst Greatly

“This is the real reason why I don’t want to accept your protection.”

“I don’t want to accept protection from a being who will surely sell me out for greater interests.”

“I think our relationship should end here.”

“This is good for you, and also good for me.”

“Otherwise, sooner or later we will become enemies.”

Hearing this series of ear-piercing words, Athena couldn’t help but frown and say.

“I would never sell out my own people for interests.”

Under the near-immortal long lifespan of the Gods, the importance of credibility is clear. Once trust is lost once, credibility is completely gone.

From then on, no one will trust you anymore or continue cooperating with you.

In fact, no matter what kind of evil deeds Gods and Buddhas in Little Garden commit, they highly value the most basic issue of credibility.

The longer one lives, the more they care about their credibility, because it represents long-term interests in the future.

Especially Athena, a candidate for King of Gods. If she sold out her subordinates for interests, how could she win their loyalty?

Interests are the strongest bond, but also the most fragile. Athena’s understanding of this is far deeper than Aslan’s.

“Oh? Really?”

Aslan raised his head, stared at Athena’s calm face, and said slowly.

“What if I said the one who destroyed Arcadia was a Two-Digit?”

Aslan didn’t want to end up like Canaria, and among them, Ouroboros was an enemy he had to face, and also the biggest stumbling block ahead of him.

Ordinary Three-Digits didn’t have the ability to block Little Garden’s Central Core and brutally destroy Arcadia.

And the Three-Digits who might block Little Garden’s Central Core were only those who were once founders of Little Garden’s Central Core, like Indra.

But even Indra would surely leave traces if he wanted to block Little Garden’s Central Core.

Combined with the fact that the final perpetrator treated Arcadia’s executives with exile rather than total purge, the one behind the scenes had unusual ties with Arcadia.

After eliminating all disturbances, there was only one final perpetrator: Krishna.

If no accidents, after Aslan foiled his plan, Krishna should have taken action to plan against him.

Aslan’s existence was a huge threat to Ouroboros.

But who told Aslan’s luck to be good? After facing Azi Dahaka, Kalki was exposed, and Krishna’s plan collapsed.

And the one from Christianity also gave face, taking the opportunity to hit the dog in the water, and seized the Ouroboros leadership from Krishna in one move.

Both believed Aslan’s threat was very high, but Krishna and Holy Child’s ways of dealing with Aslan could be said to be very different.

Someone who could teach smart people like Canaria, his intelligence level can be imagined.

Aslan didn’t think his current advantages could counter Ouroboros.

On the contrary, the arrogant Holy Child was easier to deal with; at least his actions’ goals were clear, without any effort to hide his intentions.

Aslan didn’t have this ability, to fight Krishna on the chessboard.

He was very self-aware; he won with information asymmetry, and facing Krishna, Aslan didn’t dare say he had much information advantage over Krishna.

It was normal for Krishna to have an information advantage over him.

“...”

Athena’s face rarely changed, even slightly distorted.

“So can you stop acting like everyone in Little Garden wants to harm you?”

As soon as Aslan spoke, he directly mentioned Two-Digit, Full Authority Domain.

Did he really think Full Authority Domains were so idle and bored to target him?

If they really wanted to target Aslan, he wouldn’t even be able to appear safely in Little Garden.

Athena might understand that Aslan suffered from Persecutory Delusion.

As for how she knew? Because she had also been a severe Persecutory Delusion sufferer.

Every day she felt that either Zeus wanted to harm her, or someone wanted to harm her.

As for how she recovered, it was when Zeus publicly designated her as the fourth-generation King of Gods. Only then did she feel relieved.

She now understood how Zeus felt seeing her back then.

There was a feeling of seeing her own chuunibyou past shadow in Aslan.

But even when her Persecutory Delusion was at its worst, she never thought that Full Authority Domains, the strongest experts, would target her.

Because it was meaningless. One word from them was enough to declare her death sentence.

Except for top Three-Digits like Zeus and Indra, other beings were just slightly larger ants to Two-Digits.

“A little Four-Digit, no matter how potential, even an Origin Candidate, wouldn’t be worth a Two-Digit personally taking action.”

Athena took a deep breath and said calmly.

The corner of Aslan’s mouth twitched slightly.

(If you knew what I’ve done now, you’d know why I’m so cautious.)

Was this delusion? This was clearly awareness of the troubles he caused.

If it really came to light, unless the two Goddesses personally supported him, he might be able to get out unscathed.

But was Athena really targeting him?

Aslan stared at Athena and sighed.

“Goddess Athena, I’ll be honest.”

“We can do limited cooperation, even alliance to a certain extent. Consider it as repayment for your care toward me.”

Speaking to here, Aslan said with a serious face.

“We two really don’t match.”

(Is your cooperation with Algol very matching?)

Athena glared at the Demon Star bound on Aslan’s wrist, which implicitly mocked her, annoyed.

Aslan preferred cooperating with a foul-mouthed Problem Child like Algol over cooperating with her.

For some reason, Athena felt like she had lost a step to Algol.

If she backed down here, wouldn’t that mean admitting defeat to Algol?

That was absolutely impossible!!!

“By the way, Goddess Athena, almost forgot about the Perseus flag. You can return it to Aishelia now.”

“I didn’t unseal Algol.”

As he spoke, a flag appeared in Aslan’s hand. This was the Perseus flag.

As long as holding this flag, one could fully control Perseus and act on behalf of Perseus.

And within the flag was also engraved Perseus’ heritage.

Though Athena at that time gave the flag used to unseal the Demon Star to his hands to protect him.

But Algol didn’t want to come out, or rather didn’t want to come out due to Athena’s “kindness.”

Of course, if Athena begged to come out, that was another matter.

Athena raised her eyebrows sharply and said coldly.

“I don’t have a rule of taking back things I’ve given.”

Just Perseus plus an uncooperative and disobedient Demon Star, how much value?

On the contrary, Aslan, the holder of Four-Digit Spirit Status, had higher value.

Athena didn’t feel sorry for losing one Perseus, but she was slightly annoyed by Aslan’s attitude and Algol’s implicit mockery.

If she wasn’t mistaken, the still-sealed Algol was already rolling in joy.

“Oh.”

Aslan stored the flag without hesitation. After all, he had invested technology in Perseus.

Now Perseus had to pay him hundreds of millions of Thousand Eyes Gold Coins every month. It was a pity to let it go all at once.

This action made the words Athena had thought of suddenly unable to come out.

She was silent for two or three seconds, stared at his face closely, and finally sighed.

“Fine, in the end, I was too greedy.”

Wanting to pull Aslan and obtain distribution rights over the merits against Absolute Evil in Aslan’s body, but not even willing to give the most basic protection.

Though she also said Aslan would definitely become one of the Fourth Generation Twelve Main Gods in the future, it was reasonable Aslan wasn’t interested.

Compared to Aslan’s value, her sacrifice was indeed a bit lacking.

“As for cooperation, let’s postpone it first.”

In the end, Athena didn’t want to lose to Algol, nor let go of a gold mine like Aslan.

At least maintaining relatively friendly relations with Aslan was already a good enough ending. She didn’t want to be excluded from the next merit feast.

In the end, interests dominated.

(When did I become like this?)

Athena asked herself in her heart.

In the end, she wasn’t different from other Gods and Buddhas.

Was this loss of humanity?

At this moment, Aslan felt relieved. Athena letting go of her thoughts about him was already very good.

“However, I will attend tomorrow’s banquet on time.” Athena narrowed her eyes.

For many years, no one had rejected her investment and protection like this, and instead chosen to cooperate with that foul-mouthed Demon Star.

She, Athena, would never admit defeat. She was the Goddess of Victory!

He didn’t know if the forcibly picked fruit was sweet, but it would surely quench thirst greatly.

And it could make the arrogant Algol very angry.

As soon as she thought of this, she felt much happier.

Perhaps even Athena didn’t expect that, unknowingly since when, her reason for pulling Aslan had changed from Aslan’s talent and benefits he could bring, to her rivalry with Algol.

Just as Athena didn’t know that the anchor maintaining her humanity now was Algol, or rather the pleasure of defeating Algol.

Due to Three-Digit characteristics, every Three-Digit in Little Garden was comparable in Spirit Status, resulting in the Upper Layers turning into a Dark Forest scene.

Plus the fact that Little Garden didn’t allow Three-Digits to start wars carelessly.

As a result, Athena never had a true opponent, never participated in battles worthy of unleashing all her wisdom, all her power, and might not even defeat the opponent regardless of means.

Like game breakers who find it harder to find exciting games and opponents the stronger they get.

Algol, who once warred against Athena, was an opponent Athena valued, even using all means.

Then, just when Athena had prepared everything and was ready to start a war between Goddesses with Algol.

Algol lost just like that when her head was severed by Perseus.

The battle between two Goddesses ended in such a stupid way, unacceptable to Athena.

Algol, why didn’t you fight? How could you lose so quickly?

Show the courage you used to curse me, and the courage you used to declare war against all Gods and Buddhas in the sky back then.

Failing to truly and thoroughly defeat Algol had become Athena’s heart disease.

Moreover, it was the first battle where she created the title Goddess of Victory.

So she tried every way to defeat Algol in every aspect, to redeem the regret back then.

While strengthening Algol’s seal, she also awaited Algol to free herself from the seal and start war with her again.

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“But Mata, it’s been so long, why no news from Ares’ side?” Uesugi opened a bottle of beer, took a sip, stood at the bridge edge facing Mount Olympus, and asked curiously.

“Don’t know, I’m also a bit surprised.” Prithvi raised her beer and clinked it with Uesugi.

“Logically, Ares should have made a fuss long ago, and Greece should have issued a statement.”

“Why is Ares so quiet today?”

“Based on past experience, if someone mocked Ares like that, that mad dog would definitely come out to bite.”

“But now one incarnation is gone, Ares still has no reaction at all.”

Uesugi was stunned for a moment and asked curiously.

“Is it covered up? Or suppressed?”

If Ares was really that quiet, it was better for everyone to suspect if he truly had problems.

“The answer is no news at all.” Prithvi smiled in surprise.

As the one responsible for Heavenly Army intelligence, her information level in a certain sense wasn’t lower than Thousand Eyes or Ouroboros.

Uesugi fell silent for a moment, not continuing the conversation.

As for deeper speculation, that wasn’t something they could say carelessly. As Heavenly Army, they must maintain absolute neutrality.

Uesugi looked around, seeing Four-Digit and Five-Digit communities rushing to discuss the situation, and frowned.

“I just don’t know how many of this spectator group will remain after the situation heats up tomorrow, and everyone knows Arcadia killed Ares’ incarnation?”

“Wait, Uesugi, could this be Aslan’s real goal?” Prithvi was slightly surprised, saying with a suspicious expression.

“Could Aslan not want to host so many people at all, and not prepare places to host, so he deliberately caused trouble to drive some away?”

“No way, right?” Uesugi said somewhat surprised.

“But my intuition says this might be the truth.”