City of End, Arcadia Headquarters.
Returning to the City of End, back to Arcadia—only then did Aslan feel relieved.
Finally, he could rest for a moment.
After all, the chaos he caused was too great. Even Shiroyasha couldn't avoid returning to Thousand Eyes, estimating the incident's impact.
Adjusting Thousand Eyes' business strategy and negotiating with various parties.
Yet Aslan unexpectedly gained free time and could catch his breath.
After returning from the Campione world, this was the busiest and most affair-filled period he'd ever experienced in Little Garden.
What else could he do—the lightning from the Campione world was too massive. So massive that if Aslan didn't act and find a way, all of Little Garden could explode.
Looking at the familiar ceiling, he sighed.
"This Campione War issue has begun. Next, I must quickly find a way to trick the Holy Son into summoning King of the End."
Though the Campione War was triggered by Aslan and planned by him, the ones working weren't him—but Krishna and the old folks waiting for promotion.
Who knew if they'd add personal items or such?
About no backdoors? Who'd believe that?
How could he let these backup tricks activate and let them prepare slowly?
Disrupting plans, reformulating rules—before the backdoors prepared by gods and Buddhas activated. This was Aslan's plan.
After all, once Campione War intensity rose, it wouldn't be under his control anymore.
Early in the Campione War, the best target was the Holy Son. No one would allow the Holy Son to start a snowball effect.
Two-Digit positions weren't many. How could they let the Holy Son occupy two alone?
Was his butt that big?
As for why they agreed? Because the Holy Son paid.
But taking money didn't mean they'd let the Holy Son head straight for King of the End throne and end this war before it started.
Now, Aslan was the best flag to disrupt the Holy Son.
"Tch, really annoying."
Aslan clicked his tongue, saying with slight irritation.
"Though I'm willing to act, letting myself be used by others as a spear aimed at the Christian Holy Son—I'm not happy."
"Damn Buddha—can't you let me develop in peace?"
If not for Buddha targeting him and forcibly dragging him into the arena, he should still be in Arcadia, watching the Campione War turbulence, observing with Shiroyasha.
Feeling used was truly uncomfortable.
"Nothing really happened? Returned safely."
"Seems that Jesus really died."
"Hey, in a sense, you really guessed the truth."
Algol said with slight nostalgia. Though she was already free.
But that didn't mean the Demon Star was useless. Aslan could still summon her, contact Algol, and use her power through the Demon Star.
In fact, in Aslan and Messiah's recent confrontation, Algol was also a spectator—just not present at the scene.
"Too bad—who'd think current Christianity ultimately only left Maria as one of the founders?"
Algol said emotionally.
"Back then, that Jesus pulled us to found Christianity together. What a shame."
Early Christianity's small group initially consisted only of Yahweh, Jesus—who was Yahweh's solo stan madman poet—and Algol, invited as the Holy Virgin.
And pedophilic pervert Maria. Precisely, Maria was beyond just pervert.
Her favorite was turning others into little girls, then controlling them.
Finally hated by all, expelled from her Pantheon, wandering to the newly founded Christianity.
Algol was harassed for a long time.
But as the Pantheon developed, Christianity was no longer the simple small group. Finally, competing for Christianity's Holy Virgin position.
Algol was kicked out, only getting the primordial demon Lilith Spirit Status.
At least Maria, besides being somewhat pervert, was undoubted in motherhood. She was indeed more suitable for Holy Virgin than Algol.
Conversely, Algol's demon Spirit Status was too strong. While she was Holy Virgin, she didn't know how many converts turned into demons.
Finally forced to relinquish the Holy Virgin position.
But she also found her own path in the primordial demon Lilith Spirit Status.
Finally, due to too many antics plus crushing defeat, she was kicked out of the arena, losing founder status in Christianity.
Then Christianity only had Maria struggling alone. Even Algol didn't know what to say.
"Enough, don't talk about it anymore."
Algol suddenly changed the topic.
"By the way, you really don't plan to trick Buddha?"
After all, she was crushed by Sakyamuni and very resentful toward Buddha. She'd certainly be happy doing something to disrupt Buddha.
Algol's suggestion was of course considered by Aslan—accepting Buddha's investment and finally stabbing Buddha in the back, or such.
But Aslan ultimately gave up on this idea.
"It affects credibility too much."
Aslan shook his head. He was still aware of credibility's importance.
In the long future, he must leave a bottom line for himself. Better to fulfill agreed contracts.
"However, tricking Buddha isn't impossible."
At this point, a strange smile appeared on his face.
As long as no cooperation, no agreed conditions, not allies—then Aslan certainly had no psychological pressure to trick them.
"Detail it."
Algol instantly got excited.
If she could trick Buddha's stuff, she'd certainly be very happy.
If she could worsen things, even better.
"What if we pin Messiah's murder on Buddha?"
Instantly, Algol's breathing grew heavier. Aslan could hear her excitement from her breath.
"But Algol, how deep is your understanding of Dharma?"
However, pinning blame on Buddha had certain difficulty. Need to know gods and Buddhas, gods and Tathāgata, weren't one system.
Gods walked faith and Authority path, while Tathāgata walked heart and transcendence path.
Not easy for ordinary people to pretend as monks in Little Garden. Those monks' power was easily distinguishable.
"You should ask how many in Buddha have better Dharma understanding than me."
Algol's voice sounded slightly proud.
Back then she was crushed by Sakyamuni. Of course she studied Sakyamuni's path. Her current path partly referenced Sakyamuni's path.
If Demon Seed of Dao Heart fell fastest, it must be Buddha.
The only regret was that old monk's power was too strong, making her attack Buddha.
If the old monk didn't care, Algol could really turn Spirit Mountain into a demon nest in a hundred years.
Though Spirit Mountain now wasn't different from a demon nest—the only difference was a golden body layer obtained.
"Then this matter is easy to handle."
Aslan happily began discussing with Algol the plan to trick the Holy Son afterward.
"By the way, you really don't want to profit from Buddha?"
Algol said temptingly, coaxing him to ask proactively.
"How?"
Since Algol wanted him to ask, Aslan asked?
After all, asking wouldn't hurt him.
"You certainly know many ugly people in Buddha dislike Algol, right?"
"Now, Algol's release news must have spread."
Simply, Buddha's monks didn't want Algol participating in the Campione War.
After all, Algol once declared war on the Three Thousand Worlds and competed with Buddha for enlightenment chance.
She was also an existence reaching Three-Digit end, preparing to become Two-Digit.
In their eyes, Algol's current path was clear—Athena's Trinity Spirit Status.
Thus, those monks certainly didn't want changes in the Campione War, even less Algol or Athena becoming Two-Digit.
Of course, best way was resealing Algol and personally supervising, sealing her on Spirit Mountain.
One common knowledge was Demon Star ownership long transferred from Perseus to Aslan.
Meaning Aslan likely related to Algol and knew her location.
Of course, one more thing. If Algol couldn't be sealed, Aslan could exile Algol.
Exiled outside, usually not returning for thousands of years.
Also ensuring Aslan's attitude. If willing to cooperate, Buddha could invest in him and continue further cooperation.
If not, don't blame them for listing Aslan as a demon needing redemption.
After redeeming Aslan, then talk cooperation.
"So, interested in profiting?"
Algol said happily. Regarding selling her and Aslan's whereabouts, she never cared.
Given her relationship with Aslan, she could return anytime.
After all, she now needed to calm down outside, also seeking a suitable Pantheon for fall. Seeing if she could make them all fall into demons at once by observing other worlds.
"Very interested."
Aslan showed a sly smile. Indeed, in modern times, selling information was the best way to make money.
Ah, no. Information could no longer be called making money. It should be called robbing money.
Even robbing money wasn't as fast as profiting from information.