"So, Boss, I think you should understand what I mean."
Aslan raised his head, looked at Shiroyasha, and spoke firmly yet gently.
He admitted this might be a bit risky, but the profession of a Planeswalker was indeed full of adventure and unpredictability.
When traveling to different worlds, or going to unknown realms, wouldn't there be unexpected things?
Would it definitely be safe?
Not necessarily.
Moreover, when he realized that even a Two-Digit might be involved,
His boss's first reaction was to consider his safety, and for his safety, she'd rather abandon the investigation behind the scenes.
But as a fellow Two-Digit, just because she found traces of another Two-Digit behind it, Shiroyasha immediately gave up.
This... wasn't that too weak?
At least Aslan couldn't swallow this disappointment. Especially not Shiroyasha, the cruelest Demon Lord.
Yet, after being "tamed" for so long, Shiroyasha had finally lost the reputation of the White Night Demon Lord of the past.
In the end, the Problem Child had become a well-behaved child.
But was that truly the case? Was it comfortable?
"I want to lead No Name and lure out the one behind the scenes."
"I'll enter the game and defeat heaven."
Looking at Aslan, Shiroyasha froze, then a smile appeared on her face.
At this moment, she truly acknowledged Aslan—not as a god's follower,
But as a partner, a true comrade who walked beside her, sharing all her glory.
Her true right and left hand.
"Good, good, good. I agree with your will."
"Go, make Little Garden chaotic. As long as you don't destroy Little Garden, I'll take responsibility for everything."
"At worst, I'll just lose once more."
Shiroyasha? No, the White Night Demon Lord narrowed her eyes and said.
If not for Aslan's reminder today, perhaps she herself would have forgotten that she once was the strongest Demon Lord, whose name made all gods and buddhas in Little Garden tremble in fear.
Just like Sun Wukong, who had become the Victorious Fighting Buddha, no longer the Great Sage Equaling Heaven.
But Sun Wukong still had bonds—his younger brother, the other Six Great Sages, and the monkeys of Flower-Fruit Mountain.
But Shiroyasha had none. The only thing she cared about was Little Garden.
Now, she only had one addition—Aslan.
"So, Leticia, what do you think?"
After listening to Shiroyasha, Aslan also turned and looked at Leticia, who had been silent beside them.
"Will you choose to create chaos in Little Garden with us, or continue sinking like this?"
Leticia finally lifted her head, looked at Aslan, her lips trembling slightly, and asked,
"How do you plan to cause chaos in Little Garden?"
After all, unlike Aslan and Shiroyasha, Leticia had true blood vengeance against the one behind the scenes.
Whether it was the destruction of the vampire noble family that shattered the sky barrier, or her younger sister Lamia, who bore the vampire curse for her,
Or the destruction of Arcadia, which she eventually found as her home—
All of these were inseparable from the one behind the scenes.
If there was a way to take revenge, who would remain suppressed and withdrawn?
As the founder of the Floor Master system, Leticia was no coward. As long as there was a way to make the one behind the scenes pay the price.
She wouldn't blink even if her soul was shattered.
But the bitter reality was, for nearly ten thousand years—from the dawn era to now, almost ten thousand years—
She had found not a single clue. She hadn't even found a target to vent her anger on.
"I don't know."
Aslan said with a smile, yet the confidence in his eyes didn't diminish in the slightest.
"But I only know that I can do it."
After all, he knew there were several worlds that might contain One-Digit existences.
The Saint Seiya world—Twelve Main Gods are Two-Digit. And Chronos, a top-tier One-Digit.
Or the Golden Nightmare Lord in Slayers, or the Three Goddesses of Dimensions in Tenchi Muyo!, The Destroyer God of Vortex, Tengen Toppa Gurren Lagann, and so on.
Even Rimuru, the protagonist reincarnated as a slime, might be a reincarnation of the Primordial Dragon capable of creating universes.
If that were true, then Two-Digits existed too.
Causing trouble? Wasn't that easy? Absolutely.
Don't underestimate a transmigrator's desire to cause chaos.
"So, you're saying you made this decision recklessly?"
Leticia also looked at Aslan, slightly stunned. She didn't even realize when her once-empty eyes began to fluctuate.
Just now, she truly thought this person might actually cause massive chaos in Little Garden.
"Eh-hehe, no need to overthink these things."
"And Leticia, don't forget—you belong to me."
Aslan chuckled lightly, diverting the conversation from those details.
"It seems I can only follow you."
Leticia said with a helpless yet affectionate tone.
In her eyes, Aslan now even carried faint shadows of Canaria and Kasukabe Koumei.
Many things that seemed almost miraculous—even fighting Absolute Evil—were done recklessly.
Otherwise, Arcadia, which once surpassed Dystopia, could have relaxed on its achievements for life.
But precisely because of this reckless attitude, it was fascinating.
Moreover, Leticia had never experienced such a beautiful beginning.
The absolute protection of a Two-Digit, combined with Aslan's Gift, whose depth even Shiroyasha couldn't see—
Just this beginning alone made her and Canaria have to look up.
If only the vampire clan or Arcadia of the past had a Three-Digit who would protect them at all costs,
Then everything would have been different.
Aslan now firmly gripped Shiroyasha's thigh.
Ah, indeed, humans couldn't be compared.
Leticia fully felt what was called the difference between mortals.
Yet the only thing she could enjoy now was that Aslan was tightly gripping Shiroyasha's thigh.
That also meant No Name (Arcadia) was tightly gripping Shiroyasha's thigh, right?
No, it couldn't be said that way. Whether Aslan would accept Arcadia was another matter.
The Arcadia of the past had already been destroyed. Now, only No Name remained.
Its flag was gone, its legacy severed, and even its former allies had vanished.
Aslan had no connection whatsoever to the old Arcadia.
"By the way, Boss, should we do something big—like triggering a Historical Transition Period and altering established history?"
Aslan stroked his chin and pondered.
But before he could finish speaking, he was greeted with a fan strike to the head.
The current White Night Demon Lord had returned to her child form—Shiroyasha.
"Boss, why did you hit me?"
"I told you to cause trouble, not to seek death."
Shiroyasha rolled her eyes in annoyance.