Though Aslan's main body didn't dare enter this world, that didn't mean he had no methods.
He used Unofficial History to temporarily fictionalize himself, while simultaneously using fragments of Unofficial History to conceal history within a small scope.
Aslan didn't expect this to withstand scrutiny from a Two-Digit.
However, the greatest advantage of a fictionalized history was its fragility—brittle as a bubble, bursting with a single touch.
And since it was fictional, where would it leave traces?
As the current fictionalized Aslan, once his cover was blown, he would vanish completely in an instant.
Unless the other party could recognize the existence and methods of a Fictional Historian and prepare in advance, Aslan could still act freely for a while under the absolute information gap, as long as he didn't draw too much attention.
Though the Fictional Historian was powerful, it had one serious flaw: once the fiction was exposed, a Fictional Historian could be single-handedly killed even by a Seven-Digit.
For example, Aslan's Fictional Historian Spirit Status was actually supported by the altered history of Strike the Blood. If someone uncovered the true history of the Strike the Blood world, no matter how strong the Fictional Historian's Spirit Status was, the moment the fiction was exposed, the trumpet of death would sound.
But no matter. As long as Unofficial History still existed, Aslan could fully rewrite the history of a few more worlds and resume his role as a Fictional Historian.
And wasn't layering fiction upon fiction a basic operation?
What serious person would go out without several layers of identities?
"Alright, I've blocked the gaze of other entities. Everyone can speak freely." Aslan said, holding a book labeled Unofficial History.
Canaria found it a bit strange but also breathed a sigh of relief upon realizing.
"What? Someone's actually spying?"
"I'm already in this state. Why haven't they given up on me?"
Due to the overuse of her Poet Spirit Status, triggering Historical Transition Periods, she didn't have much time left to live.
Perhaps in five or six years, her Spirit Status would no longer sustain her existence.
That was also the last bit of dignity she left for herself.
Croix nodded, glancing at Canaria with a peculiar look.
"Since when did you have the illusion that you ever escaped the gods' gaze?"
From start to finish, Canaria was merely a canary. A pampered bird caged, never escaping the cage, and unable to survive outside it.
The gods greatly trusted Canaria's wisdom, but precisely because they trusted her wisdom, they wouldn't allow her to leave the cage.
The name Canaria blatantly declared her position in the eyes of the gods.
Canaria fell silent for a moment, then quickly put on a smile.
"So, what business does this Second-Generation Arcadia have with a former exiled advisor?"
Canaria was somewhat surprised. She hadn't expected she could actually name Arcadia? She understood why Old Bull said Aslan was the backup plan she left behind.
Canaria instinctively bit her finger. The information was too much; even she couldn't deduce further effective details.
The only thing she could conclude now was that Aslan might have used her banner, taking over Arcadia's position.
However, being able to reclaim Arcadia's banner also showed Aslan's capability. The only pity was that Aslan wasn't an Arcadian.
She hoped Kurousagi's purity was still intact.
Now, Canaria was certain that the man before her was called her backup plan. Surely, the other party hadn't tarnished Arcadia's name.
Nor had he defiled Arcadia's dream.
He had even built a reputation and achieved considerable feats. Otherwise, he wouldn't be recognized as her backup plan.
Only Canaria herself knew clearly—what backup plan? Back then, facing Azi Dahaka took all her strength. In the end, she still lacked the most critical condition and could only seal him.
Of course, if it were Sakamaki Izayoi, there might've been a chance to surpass Azi Dahaka.
Aslan curled his lips into a wicked smile.
"What else? I came to learn from the former advisor how to manage a Community."
Canaria looked at him with a subtle expression.
Usually, she was the one trapping others, but for some reason, she now felt like she was about to be trapped by Aslan.
"And to confirm that I'm the backup plan you left behind."
Canaria's sense of unease grew. Her instincts told her she might be bearing an enormous blame.
Once Aslan confirmed his identity, that blame would only increase.
Damn it. She was already too scared to return to Little Garden. Dying in the outside world was already the best ending for her.
But now, Canaria was even more afraid. She feared that even after death, she'd be dug up by others.
"Now I believe you're the backup plan I left." Canaria said, the corner of her mouth twitching slightly.
This masterful trapping technique, these immoral words—they were exactly like her.
But there was no choice. The situation was disadvantageous, and the information gap was absolute. No matter how devilishly clever her wisdom, a smart woman couldn't cook without rice.
No matter how solid her wisdom, it needed the support of information. Once information was lacking, even the strongest wisdom was useless.
Wisdom had its limits. Over thousands of years in Little Garden, Canaria had deeply understood this truth.
Especially when facing Azi Dahaka and the Demon Lord who attacked her back then.
"So, Leader, I have two adopted daughters. Interested?" Canaria patted his shoulder, but her hand passed through Aslan's body. Aslan was merely a projection now.
"If you're willing, I can also introduce Leticia to you."
"As long as you can act a bit lighter and let me have the peace I deserve after death…"
"Let me tell you, Kurousagi is a Moon Rabbit. A race that fulfills all of old pervert Indra's fetishes. Especially their skin—truly extraordinary."
"And my recently adopted daughter, though still young now, give her a few years, and she's guaranteed to become a beautiful woman."
"And Leticia, you know her? My subordinate Demon Lord. Dual-mode Oneesan and Little Girl. You're really not tempted?"
(Adopted daughters? No way? After Sister Monkey failed to preserve her chastity, even the original protagonist Izayoi failed to preserve his chastity?)
The corner of Aslan's mouth twitched violently.
However, he recalled an interesting saying. It seemed Izayoi was originally a female character, only changed to male by the editor.
"You're not talking about Sakamaki Izayoi, are you?" Aslan asked, testing Canaria.
"Huh?"
Canaria's pupils shrank. Her flirtatious expression suddenly became calm.
"Information leak? Or is this indeed part of Ouroboros' plan?"
Aslan wasn't too surprised by her change in expression. Or rather, this was Canaria's normal demeanor.
After all, after Canaria's exile, much about her was revealed. Like her mastery of Chinese face-changing; laughing merrily one second, stabbing in the back the next.
She loved stirring up disputes, especially enjoying watching couples fight.
She also didn't hesitate to use any means to achieve her goals, causing Community executives to strongly object, even requiring Kasukabe Koumei to mediate.
As for allies… she'd trap them to death if she couldn't kill them outright. Salamandra still held a significant grudge against Arcadia to this day.
Canaria, a woman who'd even bet herself on the table for her goals.
Facing a Canaria who, even after calming down, still inspired fear and anger, Aslan said casually,
"In this universe, there's a Full Authority Domain (Two-Digit) slumbering."
Canaria's face instantly turned pale.
"Heh, should I be grateful they left me a somewhat honorable end?" Canaria sneered.
"Forget it, no need to think about annoying things."
Canaria rubbed her temples in pain. She looked up at him and said with a flirtatious aura,
"So, Second-Generation, what do you think of my proposal? As long as you lighten your hand a bit, I can introduce both my adopted daughters and Leticia to you."
"Let me tell you, Kurousagi and Leticia are very easy to conquer…"
"Ahem, ahem."
Before Canaria could finish, Bull Demon King coughed twice from the side.
"Old Bull, what's with that expression? Why do you look like you've been NTR'd?"
Bull Demon King was instantly stunned.
"No, Canaria, can you speak properly? What do you mean I've been NTR'd? Who could steal from me?"
"How strange. So weak like this, yet not NTR'd. Seems Iron Fan's feelings for you are quite deep." Canaria said, holding her chin in thought.
Bull Demon King glared at her. He'd already expected this damn woman to act like this. He said helplessly,
"No, Aslan's already my brother-in-law. Don't think about stealing his."
"Tch."
Canaria clicked her tongue in annoyance. Facing Karyou, she didn't dare tease too much. Karyou would genuinely burn her with Golden Wing Flame.
More accurately, she'd already been burned a few times.
If not for Old Roc King, she'd have been burned to death.
When it was known she hadn't burned to death, the banquet Arcadia was holding stopped abruptly.
Koumei even nearly cried tears of joy.
But honestly, Canaria's charcoal-roasted flavor was quite delicious.
Whoever raised her, she'd have to have a good talk with them.
Place a few more orders and give some suggestions to raise an even tastier Canaria.