Looking at the Magic: The Gathering card printed with a Hydra pattern, Aslan sighed, then gently snapped it.
The card broke softly, and a locked sensation appeared in his mind.
His expression unchanged, he let the power lock him. Then, with his cooperation, the surrounding scenery gradually distorted clockwise.
*WHOOSH!*
A muffled whistling sound rang out.
The environment around Aslan instantly changed from a city full of life to a dense forest with towering trees.
The crisp chirping of sparrows could be heard.
Aslan immediately raised his head, gazing at the giant tree over a hundred meters tall and more than forty meters wide before him, raising his brows slightly, then looking down ahead.
A seemingly bottomless karst cave beneath the tree.
"Heh."
Aslan chuckled lightly at the sight and stepped forward without caution, entering the karst cave.
Once inside, the seemingly bottomless karst cave from outside actually held another world.
It was a wooden hut built inside the karst cave, without a roof.
An orange-red fire blazed in a stone-shaped hearth on the right, and a kettle hung by wire boiled noisily there.
A soft, dense fur carpet covered the not-too-large room floor, only about thirty square meters.
In the center, furnishings like sofas, power outlets, wall clocks, and more were fully available. Additionally, on the left wall was a door seemingly leading to a bedroom.
This western picnic-hut-like appearance made him raise his brows, then he looked at the figure sitting on the central sofa.
"Sit."
Wearing casual robes, Krishna sat on a single sofa and pointed to the long sofa across from him.
Beside his right armrest, a one-eyed raven stared curiously at Aslan.
"You seem to have come faster than I expected."
Krishna looked at Aslan, who sat opposite, legs crossed, looking relaxed.
"So what? After all, I, the Vice Leader, would sooner or later deal with you, the General Leader."
Aslan shrugged casually and said very cheerfully.
Though he knew this was Krishna's lair, and the man before him was Krishna's avatar or true body.
But precisely because it was the true body, Aslan wasn't panicked.
Ridiculous—how could the Little Garden allow Two-Digits to act?
If daring to move, let Winds of Decadence perform.
As for Three-Digits, what about Vajra-Vairocana? As long as not reaching Two-Digit in the Little Garden or facing equal Another Cosmology clashes, Aslan feared nothing.
"After researching my Gift for so long, I have to come collect royalties."
Aslan's eyes turned to a box of Magic: The Gathering cards beside Krishna's hand with the Planeswalker logo.
This was also his best-selling product Gift sold in the Little Garden, though it had only appeared a few months ago.
But now, this item had become a must-have Gift for community operations, on par with Boundary Gates.
Hearing that, Krishna looked at his research results and the storage-type Magic cards he imitated, saying with slight resignation.
"Asking for money right upon arrival. If only you were as interesting as your Gift."
Hearing that, Aslan's brows twitched.
"Leave the 'interesting' description for a woman named Canaria."
At that, Krishna's handsome face instantly showed disgust.
"Forget it. Canaria is too incompatible with the word interesting."
With Canaria's bad personality, interesting? He even wanted to give her a punch.
After speaking, his gaze toward Aslan changed slightly. But he didn't remember Canaria having an ace disciple?
And this kid's Gift—he couldn't even imitate it. Truly strange.
Just a sealed space dimension inside a card—even using Truth, he couldn't see the principle and couldn't make a similar Gift.
Indeed, must gather information slowly.
Krishna sighed, then shifted the topic.
"What royalties do you want?"
Aslan was stunned hearing that, switching crossed legs and muttering softly.
"He's really giving?"
The next second, he raised his head enthusiastically and looked at Krishna.
"Another Cosmology—"
"At most one authority. Another Cosmology, don't even think about it."
Krishna pinched his brows and nodded slightly inside.
(Hmm, this shameless style even Canaria couldn't achieve. If Canaria were this shameless back then, how could she fail to borrow Another Cosmology?)
(But this guy is still as hard to deal with as ever.)
Krishna said with slight melancholy.
"You didn't come without reason. Say it—what business do you have seeking me?"
(This kid is really annoying.)
But strangely, he had no way to strike. The previously good situation was completely ruined by that idiot Judas.
Now this kid was backed by Shiroyasha and Queen Halloween—hard to act.
If there was a chance to kill Aslan, Krishna was sure he wouldn't hold back like with Canaria.
Aslan was truly in the way.
Having driven out Canaria, who knew another Aslan would appear?
If the Little Garden didn't enter apocalypse and gods didn't fall into despair, how could Kalki grow?
If Kalki didn't grow, how could he step further toward Vishnu Spirit Status?
So, Aslan must die, or be discarded like Canaria was fine.
"Alright, then I'll say it directly."
Aslan crossed his legs, leaned slightly forward to better observe Krishna's expression.
"Your Excellency Krishna, you wouldn't want anything to happen to Kalki, would you?"
The air suddenly fell silent. Krishna was truly stunned.
(What does he mean, I wouldn't want anything to happen to Kalki?)
(What could happen to Kalki? He's now in the Little Garden, with at least five Two-Digit levels watching him. Could something possibly happen?)
(And where did this Heavenly Highland tradition come from?)
Krishna's brain hung for a moment, asking somewhat shocked.
"How do you say that?"
Anything making Aslan come discuss with him was certainly no joke.
Hearing that, Aslan smiled, leaned back, and said very arrogantly.
"Aiya, my throat's a bit dry for some reason."
(Damn, really begging for a beating!)
Krishna's eyelids twitched, unable to hold his brow furrow.
But for information, He endured.
Krishna waved his hand. The kettle hanging over the hearth flew to him. He poured hot water, brewed two cups of tea, handed one over, and sat staring.
Waiting for Aslan's explanation.
Aslan smiled, accepted the tea, and sipped lightly.
"Good tea."
This attempt to test Two-Digit convergence mechanics was indeed worthwhile.
After all, he wasn't Two-Digit, so unclear about Two-Digit convergence mechanics. Could Two-Digits in the Little Garden directly take over accounts like Da Tianzun and Bhagavan… or directly unify everything from their other-world selves?
Like the last Kurma World Dragon experiment—it automatically unified everything related to him.
And unifying everything meant a process, not instant like Daluo, where every other "I" is "I," and each could be the true self.
Clearly, Two-Digits hadn't reached this stage.
Two-Digits were more like Little Garden's Central Core, continuously observing new worlds and unifying selves.
But Two-Digit self-unification might be more mystical. Like Athena—if Athena didn't know of the Saint Seiya world's existence… she might avoid confronting Saint Seiya's Athena.
But that way, the end might be more tragic.
Now knowing beforehand, she still had a way out. But becoming Two-Digit only then facing Saint Seiya's Athena—if mistaken, truly over.
Just like now, clearly Krishna hadn't unified Campione!'s Krishna.
Otherwise, He should already know what happened.
"King of the End."
Aslan casually uttered those words.
Hearing them, Krishna's head seemed to explode with a boom, his face showing realization.
Two-Digit convergence mechanics required connection? Aslan was stunned momentarily, then smiled.
Now he could breathe easy. No need to worry about future big bosses catching him red-handed when acting again.
"How does it feel? Still holding up?"
Aslan looked at Krishna smiling.
Krishna's current expression wasn't far from His name (Kala, meaning black). Very black, almost pot-bottom.
"Still time if I destroy that world now?"
Krishna said slightly gritting teeth.
"Brother, still time, Brother. Rest assured, I guarantee I won't stop you."
Aslan held back laughter and said. Krishna's expression looked very amusing to him.
Krishna looked at him with slight annoyance but not too angry. More than that, He felt relieved.
"Don't worsen the situation now." Krishna said softly.
Mythological shift had begun, meaning that world was observed. If He destroyed it again, wouldn't that be surrendering to Winds of Decadence?
(Besides, stop me? Could you stop me?)
When the mythological shift truly completed and King of the End Spirit Status became known to all, what treatment would Kalki receive?
Krishna couldn't imagine how many old folks would risk attacking Kalki and seizing his Spirit Status.
After all, King of the End and Kalki were both Saviors, and King of the End even encompassed Kalki.
Obtaining Kalki's Spirit Status would certainly boost King of the End completion greatly.
Kalki instantly turned from His Excellency Ouroboros into prey.
If the old folks hesitated a moment, He, Krishna, would directly change name to follow Aslan.
"Say it—how do you plan to handle this? How should I cooperate?"
Krishna sighed. He chose to accept defeat, unless willing to abandon Kalki.