"It could be said, perhaps I've already taken Leticia?"
Aslan raised an eyebrow at Canaria with a hint of provocation.
Using Kurousagi and Leticia as bargaining chips?
Truly worthy of being called Little Garden's most despicable woman.
But why should he follow Canaria's plans? As if he couldn't conquer them himself without her.
"Damn it!"
Canaria couldn't help but curse. She had no bargaining chips left now.
As for Kurousagi… she didn't hold any hope for her. She knew how easily her silly rabbit could be won over and how strong her appeal was.
It was only because Arcadia and Indra protected Kurousagi so well that, with her personality, she hadn't been kidnapped long ago and perhaps already had children.
"How about Izayoi?" Canaria showed no regret and continued gleefully selling her daughter. She raised an eyebrow at Aslan.
"She's the holder of humanity's strongest Gift, also harboring an Another Cosmology, a future candidate for the Almighty Domain (Three-Digit). You're really not tempted?"
"I bet the current Arcadia is severely lacking talent, right?"
"Forget it, I don't dare have any thoughts about that Prince."
Aslan shook his head. Even though a female Izayoi was tempting to him, he knew his limits deep down.
As the Candidate of Origin for the Third Perpetual Motion Machine, Sakamaki Izayoi's importance was unimaginable.
The reason was simple: the merits needed to complete the Spirit Status of a One-Digit God of World Maintenance—Vishnu—were immense.
That amount couldn't be amassed by merely triggering a few era changes or surpassing a few Last Trials of Mankind.
Only the Third Perpetual Motion Machine, which propelled humanity forward, could fulfill such merits.
Compared to a true Perpetual Motion Machine, surpassing a Last Trial of Mankind was like a small appetizer.
This was why the Third Perpetual Motion Machine had created two Last Trials of Mankind, yet the gods and Buddhas of Little Garden hadn't given up on it.
However, this was merely Aslan's deduced reason. The deeper, hidden reasons were unclear to him.
After all, he was only a Four-Digit now. How could he know such secrets?
Hearing Aslan's words, Canaria looked at him with a horrified expression.
"Could it be you're targeting this old auntie?"
"I don't mind, actually. My time is short anyway. Losing my virginity before I die and satisfying your desires isn't a problem."
Canaria didn't dare pick up on Aslan's topic. The weight of truth in it was something she didn't even dare to think about.
She feared she'd deduce a truth that would drag her and Arcadia into an endless abyss.
As for Bull Demon King and Croix? They had long sealed their hearing and voluntarily erased their memories.
They understood the principle of "the more you know, the faster you die."
Aslan looked at Canaria, who had no boundaries in her heart, and said with some disgust.
"Forget it. I'm not interested in old aunties."
(An old auntie past her prime…)
Aslan's sharp words pierced her fragile heart like a sword.
Canaria clutched her chest, questioning life itself.
She snapped her fingers, instantly releasing the hearing seals on Croix and Bull Demon King.
She asked, with a hint of doubt about life,
"Hey, Perverted Baron, the weakening of my Spirit Status shouldn't affect my appearance, right?"
The corner of Croix's mouth twitched. He examined Canaria carefully.
"Please call me Baron of the Cross, thank you."
"Though you don't suit my tastes (XP), from a male perspective, Canaria's appearance has no issues. In fact, the frailty adds a touch of beauty."
"That shouldn't be the case. With my beauty, once rated as Little Garden's number one beauty, you're not interested?" Canaria looked at Aslan suspiciously.
"Could it be you…"
Canaria scrutinized him doubtfully.
Aslan wasn't angry. After all, he recorded every word Canaria said in his little notebook.
"Little Garden's number one beauty, Canaria, huh? Noted. I'll send this recording to Algol later."
A faint, indescribable pity flickered in his eyes. It should be noted that Algol was now his familiar.
His cooperative relationship with Algol was quite close. Algol's Another Cosmology was even integrated into his body.
"You're truly ruthless! I admit defeat!"
Canaria understood perfectly. Algol was an absolute Problem Child who must not be offended. Moreover, Algol was somewhat neurotic, with an abnormal thought process.
Though she once had the idea of summoning Algol through Perseus and using the immortality of a Star Spirit as a meat shield against Azi Dahaka.
To see which was stronger: the immortality of a Star Spirit or Azi Dahaka's God-Slaying trait.
Gods killed by a Last Trial of Mankind would die completely, unable to return from Human History. But what about a Star Spirit, said to be immortal as long as its corresponding star in Human History didn't fade?
Unfortunately, Canaria's idea was immediately shut down by a group of Star Spirits as soon as she proposed it.
Killing a Star Spirit? That was an untouchable red line.
In any divine pantheon, Star Spirits held an exceptionally special status.
If this were revealed to Algol?
Compared to that, Canaria would rather die quickly.
It was only because Algol was sealed at the time that Canaria dared to act so boldly.
Now, Canaria couldn't be sure if Algol had been unsealed by Athena.
The current state of Little Garden was too different from what she had imagined. The lack of information limited her in every way.
In her estimation, the current Arcadia should have lost its name, barely surviving on Kurousagi's meager salary.
And the position of Community Leader should have fallen to the eldest child, Jin.
But now, the backup plan Canaria had supposedly prepared was showing extraordinary strength. Who knows how much blame she had to bear?
"So, can I be left intact after death?"
Aslan rubbed his chin, looking at Canaria with a hint of pity.
"I'll try my best to ensure you don't have an intact body."
"?????"
Canaria stared at him, her face full of question marks.
(Wait, what did you just say?)
(What do you mean not leaving an intact body?)
"You really don't know how to talk." Canaria said with an awkward laugh. She had already admitted defeat; no need to push her this far, right?
Meanwhile, Bull Demon King and Croix shivered uncontrollably, covering their mouths, trying their hardest not to laugh.
Though they were delighted by Canaria's misfortune, they were more afraid she'd retaliate later, trapping them. It might not be life-threatening, but social humiliation was certain.
But compared to social humiliation, they'd rather go to a life-and-death battlefield.
"I didn't misspeak. I guarantee you'll be revived and whipped even after death." Aslan said, showing Canaria a wicked smile.
"So, former advisor Canaria, for the sake of Arcadia, offer everything you have!"
"Trust me, after your old allies see your miserable state, the Great Arcadia Alliance of old will surely be rebuilt!"
As he spoke, Aslan patted Canaria's shoulder, speaking with a tone full of conviction.
"The organization will thank you for your sacrifice, Canaria."
"Uh…"
Canaria was instantly speechless.
So, she had become the stumbling block hindering Arcadia's revival?
It seemed that when Arcadia faced trouble back then, not adding to their difficulties was already kind enough.
And with her personality, once she truly found out what Aslan had done, she'd definitely try to seize power and control him.
Then, using every means—threats, enticements, or verbal suggestion—she'd make Aslan fight for her desires.
For her dream of the Great Floor Master Alliance, she was willing to bear all sins.
On second thought, it seemed she and Aslan really had nothing to talk about.
Just as Aslan wouldn't allow anyone threatening his authority to appear, Canaria wouldn't allow anyone outside her control to exist.
Arcadia's executives—whether Leticia, Kasukabe Koumei, Baron La Croix, or others like Sun Lion of Suraya—actually trusted her deeply.
After all, those who didn't trust her had already been sacrificed in the battle against Dystopia and Absolute Evil.
In truth, if they had obediently completed the tasks Canaria assigned perfectly, the sacrifices wouldn't have been so great.
Like two tigers unable to share one mountain, the current Arcadia couldn't accommodate both Aslan and Canaria simultaneously.
Even one male and one female wouldn't do.
Some things couldn't be resolved with just one male and one female.
Moreover, Aslan wasn't someone blinded by beauty, nor was he a blind romantic.
And Canaria, before her dream, wouldn't yield an inch.
She'd rather sink with her dream of the Great Alliance.
This was her resolve, and this was the last dignity they granted her.
"Fine, do as you please." Canaria sighed, waving her hand in despair.
"Anyway, my time is short. Do whatever you want."
"Tch, boring. I thought you could hold out longer." Aslan shrugged somewhat helplessly. He still preferred the Canaria who was struggling on the brink of death earlier.
After speaking, Aslan estimated that this fictional avatar was reaching its time limit. He still needed to reserve energy to fictionalize his origins for Croix and Canaria.