"Remember to protect Kurousagi well."
As he spoke, Indra stared at Aslan with a warning look, as if cautioning him to protect Kurousagi properly—preferably not protecting her all the way to bed.
"Don't worry, my silly rabbit, I'll definitely protect her well." Aslan said jokingly, looking at Indra in front of him.
"Heh." Indra sneered. He didn't believe he couldn't see Aslan's intentions.
But he didn't say anything.
His form vanished instantly, leaving behind a silent arc of blue lightning.
Seeing this, Aslan carefully sensed his surroundings again, only letting out a sigh of relief after confirming Indra was gone.
"As expected, you've got your eyes on Kurousagi." Leticia said with a tone of resentment.
But she understood. After all, Kurousagi was a Moon Rabbit, her body naturally capable of causing disasters for nations and people, making kings skip morning court. Add to that Kurousagi's overly gentle personality, her excessive trust in friends, and her susceptibility to being deceived.
Plus, her connection to Indra, the Moon Rabbit who inherited the most Divine Artifacts from Indra, holding the Moon Authority and other high-value attributes.
It was impossible not to be tempted.
"Ahem, let's not dwell on these details." Aslan coughed awkwardly. His plan had been exposed by Leticia in an instant, leaving him a bit embarrassed.
Leticia sighed and said, "Though I don't mind, you should also consider Karyou's feelings when saying things like that."
"Hmm…" Aslan paused for a moment, then stiffly changed the subject.
"I think we should discuss something else."
"Discuss what?" Leticia cooperatively shifted the topic.
"Discuss how the celebration in two days should be held."
"And in what form we should officially step onto Little Garden's stage."
At this point, the corner of Aslan's lips curled slightly as he said,
"In the name of the newly reborn Arcadia."
"Leticia, you should also prepare to receive the gift I've prepared for you."
"A true gift belonging to the vampires who died, the pure blood reborn."
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At Ouroboros' underground headquarters.
It was the meeting place for recruiting new advisors to the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community of Ouroboros.
After Canaria used some tactics to attract Ouroboros' attention…
Thanks to Rin's special identity as Kalki's blood relative, Ouroboros quickly sent someone to escort Rin to their underground headquarters, the base of the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community.
"Rin, have you truly decided to join Ouroboros?" The current leader of the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community of Ouroboros, Kalki looked at Rin with doubt.
He had gone to great lengths to hide Rin's existence. As long as Rin stayed at the Umbrella Corporation, she could live like an ordinary little girl, far from Ouroboros' intrigues.
For Rin, Ouroboros wasn't a good place to go.
"Yes, His Highness, I've made my decision. I'm certain I'll join Ouroboros." Rin's eyes radiated an undeniable resolve.
She recalled the irresponsible golden-haired woman who took her as a disciple.
Thinking of the words she had said:
"If you don't want your little brother to one day no longer be your brother, hide here?"
As one of Vishnu's ten incarnations, the final Savior, Kalki the White Horse, countless beings in Little Garden coveted his Spirit Status.
Especially since Kalki also wove together ten different worldviews, increasing the likelihood of others devouring and perfectly assimilating his Spirit Status.
After all, devouring Kalki offered a chance to become Two-Digit and even join the Sun King Group, competing for the Spirit Status of the World Maintenance God—Vishnu.
How many who knew the inner truth wouldn't be tempted?
In the face of a Two-Digit opportunity, how many could maintain their sanity?
If not for Ouroboros' protection, Kalki might have been kidnapped and devoured the moment he appeared.
Yet, that woman, though she directly tore through her illusions and exposed the bloody reality before her, also gave Rin a chance—a chance to keep her little brother away from all this with her own abilities.
It remained to be seen whether Rin had the courage.
The courage to deceive the gods and fictionalize history.
To this, Rin's answer was affirmative. Though only ten years old, she had made her decision and gathered her courage.
Even if what lay ahead was an abyss of eternal destruction.
Aslan's evaluation of this was: bold.
As a nail planted in Ouroboros, Aslan personally crafted a copy of the Unofficial History for Rin, a Conceptual Equipment—Fiction Book.
Though not as powerful as the Unofficial History, which could easily alter the history of an entire world, it wasn't difficult to cover small-scale history and fictionalize it.
However, the specific details of what to cover, the fictionalized history, and so on required the user to specify, unlike the Unofficial History, which could achieve it just by writing.
Its evaluation was a standard Five-Digit Gift.
"Rin…" Kalki paused, then smiled.
"Rin, welcome to the team."
"Phew, finally a new member joins. These old bones can finally rest." an aged, laughing voice suddenly rang out. Alongside it appeared a white-robed, elderly but remarkably robust man.
"Prophet." Kalki bowed slightly to the man, paying his respects.
"Leader, no need to be so formal. I'm just an old man." The Prophet waved casually, helping him up.
Then he looked at Rin with curiosity. When he saw the palm-sized book at her waist, he instinctively paused.
His instincts told him something was off about this book.
Rin cleverly picked up the Fiction Book and asked,
"What's wrong, Lord Prophet? Is there an issue with this book?"
After all, it was a Fiction Book, and its appearance could naturally be fictionalized. On Canaria's suggestion, Rin fictionalized it as a magic book.
It was a Gift she obtained while participating in a Gift Game hosted by a Community called LCO Library.
It had the ability to record magical formulas. Its only flaw was that after one use, it needed to be re-recorded.
This was LCO Library's business model: mass-selling such magic books and earning money by recording magic.
The leader of LCO Library was a witch named Tokoyogi Aya. This Gift was created based on her abilities.
LCO Library was a Community that arrived in Little Garden two days ago. To build their name, they went all out to host a Gift Game.
Now, if they wanted, they could even go to Outer Gate 6666 to participate in a Gift Game.
"No issue. I must've seen it wrong." The Prophet shook his head, but his heart remained full of suspicion. His instincts told him the book was problematic, but he couldn't pinpoint where.
And Rin was Kalki's older sister. Her identity was special. If not for Kalki, he might have started interrogating Rin by now.
(Poet… Could it be Orpheus?)
(Heh, Orpheus, you still haven't given up.)
How disgusting, a hatred so thick it nearly overflowed…
Kalki and Rin exchanged glances, both understanding each other's intentions.
The Prophet's presence was somewhat obstructive, and his threat level was high.
They needed to find a way to get rid of him.
But on the surface, Rin and Kalki still showed great respect for this affectionate Prophet.
For a moment, it looked like a harmonious scene of a grandfather bonding with his grandson and granddaughter. But who knew they each harbored their own sinister plans?
"Alright, Rin, Your Highness, please come in. Now I'll introduce the members of our Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community to Rin."
The Prophet said with an affectionate smile, leading Rin and Kalki to the meeting room.
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Currently seated in the meeting room was a girl with twin golden ponytails, wearing a bright red jacket over a black outfit resembling a cheongsam.
Vampire, Lamia Draculea II. After absorbing Leticia's Divinity, she surged to become a main attacker among the Four-Digit Elites.
She was responsible for the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community's combat strength and doubled as Kalki's martial arts instructor.
Graiya Gryph, a black griffin with a Tree of Life-shaped circle, identical to the Genome Tree, etched on his chest.
Aura, a robed woman called a witch. She possessed the Golden Harp Gift, Balor's Death Eye, and one of the five divine spears—Brionac.
And a small but sturdy monkey, Scourge of the North, Demon King of Confusion.
These were all the current members of the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community.
These members couldn't be called overflowing with talent, but they could at least be likened to a lineup of countless saints.
How many Pantheons were mixed into this small Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community?
Lamia, inseparable from her connection to the World Dragon Kurma.
Aura, a human witch, holding Balor's Death Eye from the Celtic worldview.
Though it was a false history altered by Christianity, it was clear she was a person of Halloween Queen.
As for Graiya Gryph, the Genome Tree on his chest was etched by Kasukabe Koumei when he was young due to his frail body.
And the Demon King of Confusion… no need to say more.
Then Aslan meddled through Rin's body.
A liquor factory? This must be a fake liquor factory.
However, this Prophet didn't seem to care much about the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community members' complex backgrounds.
Honestly, the only Ouroboros member with a relatively clean background was the now-deceased Maxwell.
After all, Maxwell alone had no background, a pure unfortunate soul.
Like a small monster in Journey to the West, he became Four-Digit through his own efforts, only to be beaten to death by Sun Wukong with a staff.
After briefly introducing the current members of Ouroboros' Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community to Rin, the Prophet began preparing for serious matters.
As he spoke, the old Prophet walked to the main seat, simultaneously turning on the projector behind him, displaying Aslan's photo.
"This is our mission's target this time, the second-generation Leader of Arcadia—Aslan."
"His existence, in a sense, greatly threatens the order of the Lower Layers." the Prophet said with a grave tone.
(But could the real threat to the Lower Layers' order be us, Ouroboros?)
Kalki inwardly complained. Though he hadn't been in Ouroboros long, as its Lord, his status in Ouroboros was special.
He still knew many of the "good" things Ouroboros had done.
Not just him—who among those present didn't know that Ouroboros was the main cause of much of Little Garden's chaos?
The victims of the chaos created by Ouroboros were right here!
But clearly, this Prophet knew these things, or rather, he deliberately chose Aslan as the first mission target for the Sub-faction Demon Lord Alliance Community.
He wanted Kalki and the others to understand, to grasp the terror of the snake, so they would obey.
Complex identities, possible spies for other entities, chess pieces? That wasn't important.
Whether they could be used by him—that was what mattered.
"But are you sure we can target Aslan, Mithras?"
Suddenly, a childish yet ancient voice came from Lamia's mouth. It didn't sound like Lamia's voice.
The Prophet… no, Mithras, froze instantly.
He could naturally tell that the one descending and using Lamia's body was the World Dragon Kurma.
But why was Aslan worth Kurma's descent?
Mithras couldn't guess the reason at all.
"Then, what's your suggestion, Her Highness?" Mithras respectfully saluted 'Lamia.'
"Hmm… Forget it. I'll give you a SEAL character." 'Lamia' pondered for a moment, took a piece of white paper, and casually wrote a SEAL character imbued with powerful suppression and sealing abilities.
It was enough to completely seal Aslan's spatial abilities for a short time.
"Who told that guy to steal my favorite toy?"
After saying that, Kurma's will vanished from Lamia's body.
After Kurma left, Lamia also understood the ins and outs of the situation.
The reason was that Aslan used the Strike the Blood world, forcibly altering the vampire concept into a Bloodline, snatching the vampire concept from Kurma's hands. Even Leticia was taken.
Of course, this was a minor issue. If it were just that, Kurma wouldn't target Aslan so much.
But who told Leticia to transform her incarnation, the Zodiac Dragon worshipped by the vampire clan, into her Beast Vassal?
This was equivalent to a follower enslaving a god, a clear act of blasphemy.
No wonder Kurma was so furious.