"Great idea."
Aslan and Aishelia quickly agreed, enthusiastically discussing how to squeeze out the last drop of value from Merlin.
They didn't care at all about Merlin's increasingly terrified expression as she lay on the ground.
"How about we sell Merlin to Shiroyasha? Isn't Shiroyasha the Halloween Queen's sworn enemy? And I heard she's really into women?"
"Good idea. How about we throw in some extra props?"
"Let me think. A white-haired elf, a female mage elf. It'd be best to set up some dungeons, goblins, or something like that."
"Then we take some photos and send them to the Halloween Queen, how about that?"
"…"
The two conscienceless people continued discussing how to deal with Merlin.
They didn't care about her fate at all.
Selling Merlin to anyone was fine, but not to Shiroyasha. After all, it was common knowledge that Shiroyasha was a lesbian.
If Merlin fell into her hands, how could her fate be good?
And Merlin absolutely didn't want her photos ending up with the Halloween Queen.
She'd die—she'd rather be dead than live through that.
"Nyaruko? Get the rope!"
"On it!"
Nyaruko grinning, pulled a rope from under her skirt, preparing to tie up Merlin, who seemed to have regained consciousness.
"No! No! Keep those tentacles away from me!"
Perhaps influenced by Nyaruko's chaos Authority, in Merlin's eyes, what Nyaruko held wasn't a rope but slimy, sticky tentacles of unknown origin. The thought of being bound by that and sent to Shiroyasha made even Merlin's scalp tingle. She regretted ever picking a fight.
"But our headquarters has been discovered by a Floor Master. What do we do now?"
Aslan turned to Aishelia, waiting for her to offer a solution.
As a Floor Master under the Halloween Queen, Merlin couldn't be killed, let alone anything else.
Aslan didn't believe there was no involvement from the Halloween Queen within Ouroboros.
As the Halloween Queen, who controlled all Boundary Gates in Little Garden, there wasn't much information she couldn't access.
It was just a matter of whether she wanted to know.
But was that the most important thing? The most important thing was the matter of attitude.
"Hmm, how about this: let the Floor Master join us!"
Aishelia thought for a moment and said.
"That way, you don't have to worry about her leaking secrets."
What? They were just discussing how to deal with her, and now she's supposed to join them?
Though Merlin had many doubts, she suppressed them and decided to hear what Aishelia had to say.
"And you, young man bearing the infamous name [All The World's Evils], do you want to join Ouroboros?"
"After all, no place but Ouroboros would accept you."
Aishelia said casually, though her words carried a hint of exhaustion. After all, she too had been accepted by Ouroboros, hadn't she?
"In a Little Garden this vast, there's no place for Demon Lords like us." Aishelia sighed deeply.
Though Aslan didn't know exactly what Aishelia had been through, seeing her current state, it was likely that during the few days he was in Type-Moon, Perseus underwent a massive upheaval.
And it was an earthquake-level change.
However, in Little Garden, communities like Perseus weren't just a thousand but eight hundred.
Even if there was a drastic change, the impact might not be too significant, and it might even be hushed up by Thousand Eyes and the Greek Pantheon as an internal matter.
"Uh, sorry to interrupt, but you guys have no place, while I'm still a Floor Master and leader of Avalon…"
Merlin raised her hand weakly, delivering a heavy blow to Aishelia and Aslan, piercing their hearts.
Well, at least on the surface.
"Shut up!"
Aishelia, suddenly interrupted, snapped angrily. She had just set the mood!
Her emotions and prepared lines were all ruined by Merlin's interruption.
"Fine, I'll get to the point. Young man, do you want to join the Demon Lord Alliance Ouroboros? After joining, you'll get a headquarters and various benefits!"
Aishelia said expressionlessly, as if reading a script.
"I'm in!"
"I'm joining too."
Aslan agreed without hesitation, and Merlin shouted in response.
"What's it got to do with you? Aren't you a Floor Master?"
Aishelia glanced at Merlin helplessly. This was why she hated this "troublemaker." this annoying fairy. Whenever she sensed something fun, she always wanted to meddle, then made a mess, leaving chaos for others to clean up before walking away.
Especially during the near-certain Floor Master competition in the upper layer.
"Alright, let me introduce Ouroboros."
"Ouroboros is divided into three alliances. The department we're in is the second alliance, responsible for information. The third alliance handles operations and community purges."
"The first alliance is very mysterious. I heard there are big shots at the Three-Digit level."
"My task in the second alliance is to gather information on Avalon's movements and report periodically to the higher-ups."
As she spoke, Aishelia glanced at Merlin, shrugging indifferently, her words full of nonchalance.
"In simple terms, we're an exile post here—unimportant and harmless."
The status of second alliance members entirely depended on the interests exchanged by their bosses in the first alliance.
After all, Ouroboros was called the Demon Lord Alliance, but ordinary Demon Lords didn't even qualify to know about it.
To learn about and join Ouroboros, one needed at least a Pantheon background to officially join.
Rather than a Demon Lord Alliance, it was more like the black glove of gods and Buddhas.
Even within Ouroboros, there weren't many true Demon Lords—almost all were covert agents from various Pantheons.
After understanding Ouroboros' internal operations, Aslan couldn't help but complain.
So what kind of brewery is this?
A brewery? It's more like a water factory, isn't it?
Is this model for real?
There wasn't a single true Demon Lord in the Demon Lord Alliance, and even their Prince Kalki had to go out and work himself.
Aslan somehow felt pity for the yet-to-be-born Kalki.
The fate of this savior was truly tragic.
If Aslan remembered correctly, Kalki had been working for Ouroboros since birth and gaining consciousness.
Just how short-staffed was Ouroboros?
It seemed even Krishna's avatar had to go out and plan things himself.
"Alright then, I just want to run my company peacefully."
Aslan said resignedly. After all, spreading viruses was done discreetly, slowly.
However, Little Garden was too vast. A surface the size of a star, plus Outer Gates expanded with space technology, and so on.
Its scale would only grow larger.
So it was still exhausting work.
"So, do you want to invest?"
Aslan looked at Merlin and Aishelia, these two wealthy women. After all, this alter ego of his couldn't be called rich.
He was genuinely poor.
"What kind of company?"
Aishelia grew interested. After all, she was truly bored. Starting a company for fun wasn't a bad idea.
Since her deity seemed to have reached some kind of deal with Ouroboros' higher-ups, and when she was a leader, all of Perseus' assets were stolen. Though it wasn't her fault, that didn't stop others from blaming her, transferring the gene-editing technology rights she got from trading Leticia, and the credit for helping Asclepius break through to Three-Digit, to that useless Laius.
In the end, tempted by others, she fell to being a Demon Lord, seizing Perseus' heritage and Gifts, and then joined Ouroboros.
Then she became useless, waiting for her superiors to assign tasks.
After all, she didn't understand why her deity went to such lengths to get her into Ouroboros.
"Umbrella Corporation."
"????"
Aishelia was stunned, staring at Aslan in confusion. She didn't mishear, did she?
"Say that again?"
"Umbrella, Umbrella Corporation. What's wrong? Is there a problem?"
Aslan looked at Aishelia curiously. This was one of his few malicious jokes.
"No problem."
Aishelia only sighed. The world was truly small. She never expected the Umbrella Corporation, which Aslan had defeated, to be reestablished in Little Garden.
And by the person she had once defeated. She wondered what Aslan's expression would be if he found out.
More importantly, the gene-editing technology rights, the result of Umbrella Corporation's years of research, seemed to have fallen into the Greek Pantheon's hands.
Otherwise, this Angra Mainyu might have had an Authority.
It could only be called tragic.
"But how do we split the shares? And the tasks?"
Aishelia said seriously. Having managed a community, she was quite adept at this.
"I'll provide the technology and personnel. How about I take 50% of the shares?"
"Fine. Then I'll handle business management."
"And I'll help you find channels."
As for profit distribution, they had no issues. They divided it easily.
After all, among the few people here, none lacked money or resources.