Aslan thought of an idea he'd had before. He had previously considered the problem of the world. When a "concept" like himself appeared in a certain branch of the Type-Moon world, more branches would naturally emerge with himself as the origin point. And in each of these branches, there would be an Aslan, it was just that these Aslans would be more or less different from himself.
It was like a mirror. Every mirror would reflect a self, but more or less, because the mirrors were different, the reflected self would also be different. There were no two identical objects in this world. And among the many "Aslan" concepts, there must also be a female version of himself, and absolutely more than just one. After all, with a female Aslan as the origin point, who knows how many more branches of female Aslans would spread outwards.
And the young lady before him now, this girl who was extremely similar to him, so much so that one could use photo editing software to turn his own picture into her likeness, was probably the Aslan of this world. After all, the laws and concepts were extremely similar. Even the residual magical energy in the air, he could vaguely feel a sense of familiarity. At the same time, his Mystic Eyes could also operate normally, analyzing the attribute data of all things in this world. This meant that the laws of the world had not changed much, which also showed that he was indeed still within the concept of the Type-Moon universe.
But the current situation, with the lingering aura of the gods in the air, was indeed an extremely strange situation that he had never encountered before. You must know, in his original world, Aslan had traveled the entire European continent. In order to find the wreckage of the machine gods, he had turned the entire continent upside down, not even sparing the Middle East. If he were to continue eastward, he would enter the regions of China and India. It wouldn't be wrong to say that Aslan was a great traveler of the European continent. After all, in Aslan's original world, the Son of God Aslan was indeed given the title of "Traveler."
The current him, from the perception of magical energy, the air humidity, and the analysis of the natural vegetation, had already confirmed that he was in Europe. The True Ether in the air had already begun to dissipate, but the smell of the gods was still so clear. Such a situation, Arthur—Aslan had never encountered it during his own travels. This was definitely a similar but different parallel world to his own.
"Tell me your name."
Aslan covered his face with one hand, his tone somewhat self-deprecating. He would rather hear a more miraculous answer, that is, that the girl before him was his own child in this world. But it was a pity; the girl spoke a name that was extremely familiar to him.
"Okay, Big Bro! No problem, Big Bro! You can just call me Estée Lauder~ Little sis is very well-behaved. I can do laundry, cook, and act as a travel guide. I can handle all sorts of difficult and complicated problems. When necessary, I can also pretend to be a shaman. You see, how about you let me off the hook this time?"
The girl named Estée Lauder took a money pouch from her waist and gently weighed it. Aslan, who was extremely familiar with the weight of metal, knew just from listening to the sound that this was a considerable sum of money. If what was inside was really gold coins, that is. After all, with this girl's personality, it wasn't impossible for her to stuff some brass into the money pouch.
But her name was Estée Lauder. That was exactly the same as the name he had expected...
Why did the me of this world grow up to have a personality like this?! (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻
Estée Lauder, seeing Aslan's contemplative look, very sycophantically used her forging hammer to quickly and quietly create a very comfortable chair on the ground. She then gently floated Aslan onto the chair, and then placed her hands on his shoulders, gently massaging them.
"Big Bro, let me tell you, those gods are super, super evil! They raise humans like pets and livestock! Don't help them, okay? I don't want to be a toy in the hands of the gods, sent to some arena or game field. I'm just a pure maiden who wants to live a stable life.
Oh right, Big Bro, is my strength okay? Do you need me to use a little more force? Or should I be a little gentler?"
Estée Lauder, while massaging absentmindedly, took out a special tool used for equipment maintenance from her own equipment. She then clicked the "auto" button. The small sprite sealed within the tool instantly woke up, controlled this maintenance tool, and began to maintain the Supreme Masterpiece.
Not only that, but Estée Lauder also stealthily took out an automatic massager from her pocket, preparing to let this one person and one mecha fall into the pleasure of massage, and then she would sneak away. Although she would lose a lot of things this way, what a joke, being alive was the most important thing!
This old lady wants to live a comfortable and happy life, until I grow old peacefully, surrounded by everyone! As for the gods, they can scram!
If it weren't for her lack of strength, Estée Lauder really wanted to punch one little god after another, preferably after coating them in some egg wash, sprinkling on some breadcrumbs, and then throwing them into a deep fryer until they were crispy and delicious!
When would she finally be able to kick the Norse Odin and punch the Greek Zeus, and preferably have the two dragons from her hometown sitting under her butt? Sigh... From the looks of it now, for her to realize such a wish, besides forging her own ultimate goal, it could probably only be achieved in her dreams. And it had to be a daydream. After all, the current her, besides being able to take out those gods in a daydream, might have to worry about the gods finding wandering humans like them even when dreaming at night.
Estée Lauder frowned. She remembered the words of some of the magi she knew. This world was wrong. The gods should have disappeared long ago. If this continued, no one could be sure where this wrong world would go. That was why Estée Lauder was so anxious to change this world and pull everything back on the right track.
It was just a pity that she was now just a little girl on the run. And now she was being targeted by this person who looked extremely similar to her. Estée Lauder glanced at the red mecha. If the gods had truly mastered the power to create this kind of artificial god, did they, the humans, still have a chance?
Forget all that. Surviving was the most important thing. Anyway, she didn't know her own origins. Whether she had a brother was still an unknown. It was a good thing her acting skills were relatively good.
Estée Lauder looked around, preparing to place the massager on Aslan's body. As for the small sprites that controlled the machine's operation, they could return to nature on their own, and then come back to her side.