After Aslan absorbed the Sun Authority, Shiroyasha departed.
After all, everything that would happen next depended entirely on Aslan.
Yet Aslan wasn't entirely confident about obtaining a new Authority.
Kurousagi understood this well—traveling to unknown worlds never observed by Little Garden
Was inherently unpredictable, so his hesitation was understandable.
Aslan also slapped his own face, desperately trying to psych himself up.
Because of his first failed world-crossing attempt, he had ended up directly in Little Garden—a super-magical world overflowing with gods and demons.
He was still slightly worried that the next world he'd cross into might be something like A Certain Magical Index.
That would be terrible. One small mistake, and he'd be unable to live or die.
Still, Aslan kept encouraging himself. He was someone who loved adventure.
Otherwise, he wouldn't have recklessly started interworld travel in the first place.
"Mr. Aslan, please return safely."
"Your life is the most important thing."
Watching Aslan's figure, surrounded by white flames, slowly vanish, Kurousagi silently prayed for him.
Though rescuing Leticia was important, at least Leticia was still safe for now.
In contrast, venturing into another world to observe it was extremely dangerous.
No one knew what kind of existence might appear in another world.
"That kid should be fine. He's much calmer than you think." Said Shiroyasha, reappearing beside Kurousagi after Aslan had left.
She could naturally tell that Aslan had been hiding something when he told her about his ability to travel between worlds.
Of course, the concealment wasn't about his Gift, but about how he ensured his survival.
Her instincts told her that even when Aslan first arrived in Little Garden, before receiving any Divinity,
He already possessed an absolute trump card—a way to escape from her grasp.
Aslan was bolder in taking risks than he let on, yet also more cautious, and preferred to stay hidden.
If she hadn't made Aslan her god's follower, Shiroyasha suspected that one day, a group of Three-Digit gods would suddenly emerge from nowhere in Little Garden.
She believed Aslan was capable of it.
"That's good to hear."
Kurousagi also felt relieved, though a small worry still lingered in her heart.
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In another world, Aslan felt the ground approaching, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank goodness—I didn't die on impact this time. Well, at least I haven't landed yet, right?"
Looking down from high above, Aslan saw familiar towering skyscrapers and a concrete jungle.
"So this is an ordinary urban world."
Seeing this, Aslan relaxed significantly. Urban worlds often meant he could quickly gather information about the setting.
And most worlds like this wouldn't harbor extremely powerful beings.
For his current self, as long as he didn't encounter an existence capable of destroying a planet in a single attack, he could do as he pleased anywhere.
A Five-Digit god, plus the protection of Sun Authority. With Five-Digit power, if he unleashed it fully, he could easily flood an entire continent.
For comparison, a Five-Digit in Little Garden had roughly the same strength as the gods in the DanMachi universe.
A Four-Digit could easily destroy Earth.
But in most worlds, Five-Digit strength was truly lethal—like a god walking upon the mortal realm.
Then Aslan controlled his descent, slowly lowering himself while using spatial power to bend light and conceal his form.
In a new world, it was always better to stay hidden.
After all, beneath a peaceful city, who knew what might be lurking.
So playing it safe could never be wrong.
Quickly, Aslan landed—right on a school that appeared to be a high school.
And now, students seemed to be in class? The academy was eerily quiet.
Aslan stood before the bulletin board, reading the school's name and pondering.
"Fujimi High School? That name sounds very familiar..."
Aslan touched his chin, trying to remember where he'd heard this school's name before.
So familiar—this feeling must be from one of the anime he'd watched.
Anime? Japanese anime? Or maybe hentai?
"Sssshh… I remember!"
Aslan suddenly clapped his hands loudly. He remembered this world!!!
Why had he said he'd finished watching it?
After all, aside from a few exceptions, Aslan considered most anime to be nonsense.
High School of the Dead was also nonsense, but for the sake of the rich, generous female characters, he had endured and finished it.
As for the plot? He'd forgotten everything. The only thing he remembered was the generous, wealthy female characters.
Especially that upperclassman girl who appeared early on.
As for the crisis in this world? It was the clichéd zombie apocalypse.
For Aslan now, couldn't he easily wipe it out?
Even if he wanted to take his time, he could effortlessly eliminate every single undead across Earth.
Yes, they were called the undead.
Looking at this welcoming world, Aslan nearly shed tears of joy.
Beginner's village? This world was the beginner's village!!!
This was the true beginner's starting point, okay!!!
What was Little Garden? That was the beginning of hell!!
If he hadn't been cautious and brave enough, he would've died the moment he landed.
Or if he hadn't met Shiroyasha, he wouldn't have survived past the second day.
(Lord Shiroyasha, I deeply respect you!!!)
After mentally thanking the wealthy, generous girl—Shiroyasha—Aslan brushed the dust off his clothes.
He dispelled the spatial distortion he'd applied to himself and began strolling through the school.
After all, this peaceful academy would turn into a true hell within a few days.
Actually, not even a few days.
Aslan shook his head helplessly, sensing the Divinity that had just flickered.
And the virus spreading through the air—he shook his head again.
He had arrived at the perfect timing.
"Who are you? Why are you here at our school?"
As Aslan was shaking his head, a purple-haired girl with a voluptuous figure pointed a wooden sword at him.
Busujima Saeko?
If Aslan remembered correctly, the girl before him should be Busujima Saeko.