Bull Demon King looked at Aslan's flushed face, froze for a moment, and opened his mouth as if questioning life itself.
He seemed to want to say something, but in the end, only a long sigh came out.
"Haaah~"
Who would've thought that the mighty Bull Demon King would face a day when he couldn't even fulfill his "public duties" (intimate relations)?
Somehow, Jade Face and Iron Fan had teamed up. Bull Demon King only felt his future was bleak.
Thinking of those two women, he now felt a pang in his waist.
Truly, not a single drop was left.
If this continued for a few more days, he seriously doubted whether he'd go from being the Bull Demon King to Beef Jerky.
"Brother-in-law, didn't you say you wanted me to go find Canaria?"
Bull Demon King grabbed Aslan's hand, looking into his eyes with a hint of pleading.
Aslan could read the sincere plea and cry for help in Bull Demon King's eyes.
The corner of his mouth couldn't help but twitch.
What kind of inhumane torture had Bull Demon King endured to make him so desperate to escape Little Garden?
"That's right, Big Brother Bull. But there's no need to rush like this, is there?"
"No way. The flow of time in the outside world and Little Garden is different. What if Canaria's in trouble if we delay too long in Little Garden?" Bull Demon King said with utmost righteousness, as if he deeply cared about Canaria.
In truth, he didn't want to meet that damn woman with a heart as dark as a black hole so soon.
After all, after going through so much trouble to catch… no, to find an ally in the outside world, how could he not squeeze her dry?
"If Big Brother Bull doesn't mind, I'll send you off now." Aslan said with a relaxed smile.
When Sun Wukong left yesterday, she had already given him the coordinates of Canaria's world and Arcadia's legacy.
He just hadn't had time to examine the details.
However, the Sun Authority of Leo was indeed already in Aslan's possession.
His lifesaving abilities had risen to a higher level.
Immortality and immunity to weapons—quite a great combination.
"Then, thank you so much, Brother-in-law." Bull Demon King let out a sigh of relief. He could finally crawl out of the hell at home. Drained to this state in just one day—what would happen in a few more days?
"No need for formalities between us."
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Outside an unknown world.
Aslan brought Bull Demon King across boundless space and time, arriving at the edge of this world.
"Alright, Big Brother Bull, beyond here is the era where Canaria resides."
Aslan drew a Boundary Gate, connecting it to Japan in that world.
Through the Boundary Gate, Aslan could vaguely see that Japan in this world was now in a rapidly developing modern society.
Roughly around the millennium era (2000s).
However, Aslan wasn't curious about the specific timeline or details of that world.
Or rather, he wasn't curious at all. He had no intention of meeting the original protagonist, Sakamaki Izayoi.
If he wasn't mistaken, Izayoi should still be a child now.
Though he really wanted to tease Izayoi, Aslan looked up, gazing into the depths of the universe in that world.
An indescribable entity, with a single scale larger than the Milky Way Galaxy, slumbered there.
How amusing. Both were Candidates of Origin, both future saviors.
But the treatment for Kalki and Izayoi was just too different, wasn't it?
What's this about personal protection from a Two-Digit?
If Aslan could interfere when Kalki was born, but this involved Izayoi, it involved the Third Perpetual Motion Machine.
The level of attention was just too different, wasn't it?
Aslan had no ideas and didn't dare to have any.
He only dared to glance at Kurma (that indescribable entity) and immediately withdrew his gaze.
He hadn't forgotten how he ended up in Kalki's world before.
It was akin to pointing at Kurma's nose and cursing. Even someone with the best temperament wouldn't tolerate such an insult.
By comparison, Aslan believed Kalki was picked up by Ouroboros and the others.
Poor, unlucky kid.
The treatment for a biological child and an adopted one was just too different, wasn't it?
At this moment, Aslan felt Izayoi's chances of becoming a Two-Digit were far higher than Kalki's.
This was the True Prince of Ouroboros.
The Fake Ouroboros Prince: An Another Cosmology with many backdoors, requiring ten Sun Authorities just to complete the Spirit Status and activate the Another Cosmology. A Spirit Status so complex no one wanted to raise him. Eventually picked up by Ouroboros.
The True Ouroboros Prince: An incomplete but highly potential Another Cosmology, capable of growing on its own based on the host. The Third Perpetual Motion Machine brought infinite energy. As long as he didn't die, he could keep growing.
Protected personally by at least one Two-Digit entity. Personally taught by Canaria, Little Garden's most renowned strategist, ensuring his personality and worldview.
What a pity, not being able to see a young Izayoi.
However, not being able to enter didn't mean Aslan couldn't use small tricks.
Seeing Bull Demon King store the Boundary Gate, which transformed into a Magic: The Gathering card, Aslan nodded in satisfaction.
He could intervene in that world to a limited extent through this card, just to prevent Canaria from getting any bad ideas.
The deeper his understanding of Canaria, the less Aslan could muster any fondness for this damn woman.
In Aslan's view, Merlin had more conscience than Canaria. Even Little Garden's Merlin seemed like a pure little girl compared to Canaria.
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Japan, CANARIA Orphanage, Foster Home.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Who is it?"
The door opened. A man in a British-style black tailcoat, a black bowler hat, and a monocle stepped out with a heavy expression.
"Yo, didn't expect it to be you. Where's Canaria?"
Bull Demon King, wearing a well-fitted suit that couldn't hide the frailty on his face, waved and greeted.
"Long time no see. Why do you look so weak too, Croix?"
The young man called Croix froze upon seeing the visitor and said,
"Bull Demon King… How did you find this place?"
"Of course, I sent a message to the Great Sage."
A clear, feminine voice came from behind the door. At the same time, a girl with short, wavy blonde hair, wearing a fitted women's suit, stepped out.
"But, according to my calculations, Old Bull, you arrived a bit early?" Canaria looked at Bull Demon King with slight surprise.
"Normally, my message should've only reached the Great Sage a few days ago. Even with the vast difference in time flow."
"For the procedure to come to a lower-layer universe in the outside world, even with full preparations, it should take months."
"Not to mention, you guys are only worried about my life-and-death crisis. As for how long I suffer, the more the better."
"So, Old Bull, care to explain?"
A glint of curiosity flashed in Canaria's eyes. It seemed significant changes had occurred in Little Garden during her absence.
"Huh? Isn't this the backup plan you left behind?" Bull Demon King froze for a moment. He hadn't expected Canaria to ask such a question.
The atmosphere instantly fell silent. Even a strategist like Canaria hadn't anticipated that she, the scapegoat, would have to bear someone else's blame.
Bull Demon King was also stunned, about to speak, but Canaria answered first.
"That's right, it's the backup plan we left."
Stunned for less than a second, Canaria spoke with full confidence.
As if her exile was also part of her plan.
Everything was under control… Nonsense. How amusing—she still hadn't figured out which faction attacked her.
It couldn't be helped. Just as Dio didn't remember how many bread rolls he ate, Canaria didn't remember how many people she'd framed.
Even Queen Halloween was somewhat suspicious, possibly playing dirty.
The only ones she hadn't framed were the Seven Great Sages. That was why she sent the message to Sun Wukong.
If she'd sent it to someone else, who knows what kind of torment she'd face? Plenty of people would gleefully add to her misery.
Not being able to reincarnate forever would be a kind way to put it.
The eighty million souls from countless worlds staining her hands still hadn't faded.
She was a heartless, unjust, damn woman.
Pest (Black Death) was a Fake Demon Lord. Canaria was the True Black Death Demon Lord.
To destroy Dystopia, the Black Death virus she unleashed wiped out eighty million people in each world.
As for how many worlds were affected, Canaria could no longer estimate.
If Canaria were willing to claim this feat, she might've jumped straight to Three-Digit, even a strong existence among Three-Digits.
"Alright, Canaria, stop pretending."
Just as Canaria was convincing herself and even planning to seize this chance to climb the pole and dig from Bull Demon King what had happened in Little Garden during her exile,
To figure out what kind of blame she was bearing,
Normally, she was the one making others take the fall, and now someone had pinned the blame on her.
If she didn't retaliate, she wouldn't be Canaria.
A piece of paper floated down from above, landing on Canaria's head.
*THUD!*
In an instant, the paper seemed to weigh a thousand pounds, striking Canaria's head.
It immediately made the already weak Canaria stumble. Fortunately, she had trained in martial arts under Sun Wukong for a while, so she still had some foundation.
Otherwise, she'd have to be hospitalized for days.
But Canaria didn't care about Aslan's attack. Instead, she grabbed the paper and muttered,
"What kind of Gift is this? It feels interesting. Got any more? Can you give me a few more sheets?"
As one of Little Garden's finest poets, Canaria could still discern the function of the Unofficial History fragment Aslan had thrown.
It could fictionalize a history, covering up the history that actually occurred.
This was extremely useful, especially for a poet like Canaria.
With this, she could guarantee she'd easily toy with several Three-Digits to death before being exposed.
"Dream on? Want a freebie? Not happening."
The paper transformed into countless ink strokes, depicting Aslan's figure in the air.