It is said that in ancient times, when gods still walked the earth, there existed a type of Divine Monster that recklessly ravaged the world.
They were powerful, terrifying, willful, and immortal. Wherever they went, there was only destruction and despair.
They brought unprecedented calamity to the world. They wantonly devastated the earth, destroyed the gods' temples, and devoured the lives of innocent beings.
The gods intervened, attempting to stop the brutality of these monsters, but they found the monsters' power too great. Even they could not completely destroy them.
Just when the gods were helpless, a race called Vampires stepped forward, determined to save the world.
They devoured the monsters, sealing them within their bodies. They nurtured the monsters in their blood, preventing them from continuing to destroy the world.
Though the price was accepting the curse of eternity, they willingly became living sacrifices to quell this calamity, taking the world's place.
Thus, they were bestowed the name Bloodline by the gods, and the calamity of that time became the Beast Vassals nurtured within the Bloodline's bodies.
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After the final review and refinements, Aslan looked at the Unofficial History in his hand and slowly stretched his body.
"Finally done…"
If not for his past experience writing novels and web novels, crafting all sorts of nonsense, Aslan wouldn't have been able to create a qualified "History Creation" so quickly.
This task was indeed troublesome, especially with the situation where the Cleansing left behind numerous Cleansing Legacies.
Fortunately, during the Cleansing period, the rampant Beast Vassals that devastated the land had the ability to absorb surrounding information to replenish their magical energy.
This caused the world's history to have many gaps, with much circulating information being incomplete and many legacies lost.
Otherwise, Aslan would have had a headache.
Thinking of this, he stood up, gazing at the slowly rising sun outside the window, and stretched his hands that had been writing the History Creation all night.
"Let AI-chan see what kind of history you've created."
At that moment, Algol's youthful yet magically captivating voice rang in Aslan's ears.
Algol unceremoniously took the Unofficial History Aslan had placed on the table and read it with delight.
"I think this history isn't wild enough. Why not add a history that Athena was an ugly woman!"
Algol pouted with slight dissatisfaction. When it came to revenge against Athena, she always employed a woman's method of vengeance, from morning to night.
Back when she was sealed, her only pleasures, aside from tending to her beauty, were cursing and badmouthing Athena.
"I'll say it again, this is a History Creation, not an Unofficial History!" Aslan glared at Algol's projection with black lines on his forehead, complaining.
"At least respect me, the only Fictional Historian on duty in Little Garden!"
"Tch, isn't it just the antics of those talkative Poets!" Algol snorted. She didn't understand the point of Aslan's nonsensical stubbornness.
"Hey, I didn't expect you to get it."
As she continued flipping through the Unofficial History, Algol quickly noticed content that caught her attention.
"So you added a record about Cain: 'Cain, once the most beautiful woman among the gods.'"
"AI-chan acknowledges that this record of yours isn't unofficial history." Algol nodded in satisfaction, looking at Aslan with an expression of 'you did well.'
"That's it?" Aslan froze, staring at her speechlessly. So, in Algol's eyes, everything else was unofficial history.
After all, even the histories and myths circulating in Little Garden were hardly true.
All myths were merely versions refined by Poets, circulating in human history.
Unofficial history, official history, history creation… Who could tell the difference?
Aslan took back the Unofficial History from Algol's hands and stored it. After thinking for a moment, he asked.
"AI-chan, is this kind of vague recording of the gods' history enough?"
"Huh?" Algol was slightly confused, then quickly reacted, her expression gradually turning serious.
"You mean myths?"
"Yes." Aslan nodded with a serious expression.
He had only created the history after the Cleansing. As for the history before that, he hadn't started yet.
But since this involved the gods, even though this part of history was unimportant and insignificant in the grand scheme, Aslan had to handle it carefully.
What if everything else was flawless, but the myths had issues?
"This part of history, though unimportant, is necessary to avoid attracting attention." Aslan said with emphasis.
"And it concerns my plan for the Demon Ancestor Cain's Spirit Status."
"Huh?" Algol looked at him in shock, then sighed in relief and stared at him in confusion.
"So you're worried about this? What's there to worry about?"
"You're probably being too cautious. You've already done something this blasphemous—what's one more thing?" Algol looked at him speechlessly.
"For this part of history, just cover it up with the excuse of the Decline of Mystery, then add some ambiguous myths."
After all, not every world had myths, and myths differed between worlds.
Plus, Pantheons in Little Garden would hire Poets to discredit their rivals' Spirit Statuses. Truth and falsehood mixed—who would care?
"Got it, then it's fine." Aslan sighed in relief and smiled.
After all, this was his first time creating history, and he truly lacked experience.
Then he took out the Unofficial History again, opened the book, and after a moment of thought, Aslan lifted his pen and wrote:
—Why did Zeus have to hide his past as a hook seller…
—I am Qin Shi Huang, I didn't actually die, I was sealed in the Emperor's Mausoleum. Transfer 50 to me, and after I break free from the seal, I'll appoint you as Great General…
—Why could Sun Wukong escape from Jesus' palm but not from Buddha's…
At that moment, Aslan seemed to understand the true use of the Unofficial History he had created.
The ultimate mysteries of the universe gradually awakened and stirred in his mind… until Algol's smack to his head snapped him out of it.
"Your History Creation is truly wild and trashy." Algol looked at this History Creation. For some reason, she felt her eyes had been violated.
But the next moment, Algol quickly reacted.
"Remember to add an unofficial history that Athena is an ugly woman!"
"Or that Athena willingly admitted her beauty couldn't compare to AI-chan's." Algol said excitedly, already imagining Athena kneeling before her, admitting she was an ugly woman.
Algol had truly seized the opportunity and targeted Athena directly.
Aslan froze, then handed her the pen in his hand.
"Take the pen, you write it."
As for how much of it Aslan would ultimately use, that was up to him. Let's just say this was a way to let Algol vent her emotions.
The final right of interpretation always rested with Aslan.
Seeing Algol eagerly writing unofficial history about Athena, Aslan shook his head helplessly and walked out of the office.
Just as Aslan stepped out, a Gothic girl with black hair and blue eyes, as beautiful as a doll, holding a parasol, appeared behind him with a smile on her face.
"Natsuki-chan, how's the Holy Flash System operating?"
Natsuki looked at him with complex emotions and answered in a low voice.
"The Holy Flash System is operating well. Project Utopia has been fully realized."
Who could know how it felt to wake up and see the entire world's timeline changed?
Just yesterday, this world was still full of deception, open and hidden battles between demons and humans, and all sorts of injustices and persecution.
Though prepared, Natsuki still found it hard to believe.
Since when had the world become so beautiful?
Who could know how Natsuki felt seeing demons and humans living in peace?
And the news on TV—after targeted experiments in the Demon Sanctuary succeeded, all demon and human nations worldwide could exchange needs.
Even the ferocious assassin she had personally caught and sent to prison a few days ago had, today, become a gentle and honest uncle.
As for the murder case, it had become a suicide case because he couldn't bear the guilt of his crimes from a car accident.
This world gave Natsuki an intensely unreal feeling, as if it were too beautiful.
She even wondered if she hadn't woken up from a dream.
At this moment, the only people in the world who knew the entire world had been modified were likely Aslan, herself, and Asagi.
The Unofficial History modified history, records, memories, and common sense. Meanwhile, the Holy Flash System arbitrarily manipulated the personalities and minds of everyone in the world, balancing good and evil.
Together, they formed a Timeline Overlap Device.
Natsuki also gained a profound understanding of the power of the Four-Digit level. As for the Three-Digit and even Two-Digit levels above it, she couldn't imagine.
Little Garden… was a bit too terrifying.
Was a world like this truly the Utopia she had dreamed of?
Natsuki fell into deep doubt.
But she quickly felt relieved. Who cares? Wasn't this Utopia?
Wasn't this world completely at peace?
Didn't demons and humans live harmoniously?
Hadn't the persecution of Witches stopped?
Since all of that had been achieved, why couldn't this be Utopia?
It made no difference, after all.