Beyond the residences of his kin and races, Demeter had crafted two additional world origins.
The first was the Hell Council, a dimly lit, ancient structure with a massive round table, exuding a villainous aura.
Well, as the God of Darkness, Alistair supposed he was the ultimate antagonist of the multiverse.
The second was a colossal training ground, resembling a Roman Colosseum, designed for honing skills.
Alistair and the women toured the sites, finding them impressive and amusing.
The Dark World Tree's countless world origins made such creations trivial. Spending a single coin from a billion wasn't waste—it was negligible.
Back in Elysium's core, Alistair stood before the Dark World Tree, noting the crystal orbs orbiting its canopy—the new homes.
He turned to Aeste and Jani. "If you want, you can build a Sanctuary. I saw your envy. Go for it."
Both fell silent.
Alistair had noticed their longing as they viewed the others' residences.
He chuckled. "Don't overthink it. As I said, do what you like. It's no waste. Even if it fails, the Dark World Tree will reabsorb it."
"Thank you!" Aeste and Jani exchanged excited glances.
Alistair waved them off, and they left to plan their Sanctuary.
"This setup's good," he mused. "Kin or races, when numbers grow, they'll naturally group. Coming from the same world or race, this arrangement works."
He'd considered this before. Elysium's vast palaces were sufficient, but cohabitation had its pros and cons.
This island-based structure was ideal.
"I thought of that," Demeter said. "With people, tensions arise. Familiar groups living together smooths things out."
"Of course, your kin and races won't fight, but precautions are wise. Elysium's population is small now, but as it grows, issues could emerge."
Despite her lazy demeanor, Demeter's wisdom shone through, honed over eons.
"Let's go," Alistair said.
They left, minus Nezuko, who stayed to work on the demon race's incomplete residence.
During their month-long trip, Alistair had experienced the difference between succubi and goddesses. Now, it was a clash between a mother goddess and a succubus.
Albedo fought fiercely to outshine Demeter, but against Alistair's supreme dark godhood, her efforts were futile. The mother goddess, even allied, was suppressed, and Albedo's rebellion was pointless.
In the end, Alistair's dominance rendered their resistance a jest.
Three days remained until the teleportation gate's cooldown ended.
Lounging on a sofa, Alistair felt his divine power fully restored, murmuring, "Time to search for new worlds."
He sat up, tracing a hand to summon the Dimensional Galaxy Chart.
Persephone, Demeter, and Albedo entered.
"Dust," Persephone said softly, "Your Majesty."
He looked up. "Perfect timing. I'm about to search for new worlds. Let's plan."
The women joined him, Persephone and Demeter flanking him, Albedo behind.
"Is your divine power fully restored?" Persephone asked gently. "Don't rush, even if the gate's ready."
Alistair smiled at her concern. "I'm fine, fully recovered. Take a look."
Relieved, the women nodded, aware of the gate's three-day cooldown.
They feared he'd push himself to search prematurely, risking harm.
But Alistair wouldn't. Depleting his foundation was foolish and unnecessary.
"Let's see what worlds we find," he said, grinning, as he infused divine power into the Chart.
It glowed brilliantly, intensifying until, at its peak, it calmed.
Alistair exhaled. "It no longer needs power. That took about 70% of my reserves—a hefty cost."
Unlike the near-total drain for the Dark World Tree, this was manageable, recoverable in a day or two.
The women watched the glowing Chart curiously.
Centered on the Dark World Tree, it pulsed, ripples spreading outward.
Five star clusters emerged—five new worlds.
"It feels… too simple," Demeter whispered. "This is the Chart's power?"
Persephone agreed. "Mother's right. Crossing the multiverse is impossible for most gods. The Sea of Worlds is infinite, its directions unknowable. Even traversable, one could get lost."
"Yet this was so easy…"
She fell silent, at a loss.
Albedo smiled, her admiration for Alistair growing, though she knew little of these matters.
Her mind wandered to less… professional thoughts, imagining herself in a rather compromising scene, overflowing with devotion.
Alistair, unaware, focused on the Chart, zooming in on the five worlds.
[Yahari Ore no Seishun Love Comedy wa Machigatteiru]
The closest world, a slice-of-life series.
He skipped it—perfect for a relaxing visit later, not conquest.
The Chart's search reached farther than the four conquered worlds, with Dragon Ball and Saint Seiya being the nearest.
As Alistair conquered more, the Chart's searches would demand more power and time, probing deeper into the multiverse.
[Gakuen Mokushiroku: Highschool of the Dead]
Alistair raised a brow. A zombie apocalypse world, essentially a fanservice series.
He smirked, glancing at Demeter. Compared to her, such worlds paled.
"What?" Demeter tilted her head, her allure evident.
"Nothing," Alistair said. "I'll share the data soon."
Persephone smiled.
He examined the remaining three worlds.
[Kyokou Suiri]
[Onmyoji]
[Saint Seiya: Saintia Sho]
Alistair froze, bewildered.
Kyokou Suiri and Onmyoji were fine, to be dealt with later.
But Saint Seiya: Saintia Sho?
What in the multiverse was this?
He scrutinized the Chart. A line connected this world to Saint Seiya, like the Underworld's link to its world.
But this line was fading, as if something extraordinary was occurring.
Persephone and Demeter, following the Chart's display, exchanged a glance, equally stunned.
What was this?
Saint Seiya, a multiversal hub in Alistair's view, should treat all related series as parallel universes. Why was this a distinct branch accessible via the Chart?
The room fell into an eerie silence.
Alistair, too, was baffled, as was Albedo, who sensed something amiss despite her ignorance.
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