"Wait a moment. By the way, didn't Kurma create a world? What's the state of that world now?"
Thinking about this, Aslan immediately got excited.
Although the world creation process was extremely beneficial to him, merely witnessing the initial stages of creation left him feeling unsatisfied.
What happened after the world was created? How did that world operate? If the world's rules had bugs, how could they be fixed?
Aslan was genuinely curious about this.
"So, can this Principle of Creation serve as coordinates?"
Aslan squinted, trying to determine it. However, since he had observed the creation process from the Halloween Queen's perspective rather than experiencing it himself, pinpointing it was quite challenging.
"Absolutely impossible."
After several attempts, Aslan could only give up. After all, he had no way to locate that world.
But he wasn't surprised. How could a world created by the World Dragon Kurma be easily accessed by others?
Even if the Halloween Queen told Aslan she didn't have the coordinates to that world, he wouldn't be shocked.
"Wait, there might be another way."
Aslan rubbed his chin. He suddenly came up with a brilliant idea.
Since he had witnessed the entire creation process of Kurma's world, could he replicate that process?
Could he create a small world similar to that one and use the principles of self-siphoning and convergence from the larger world to the smaller one as a compass to reach that world?
"But creating a similar world is a bit difficult."
Still, with the intent to try, Aslan attempted to replicate a process similar to the World Dragon's world creation.
But he failed more often than not.
After several failures, Aslan realized the main issue.
The problem wasn't the creation process itself but the fact that Kurma was the one who created the world.
A Two-Digit level entity would spontaneously connect to all worlds.
Aslan had applied the principle of convergence to the wrong target.
Realizing this, he stopped his attempts.
"Central Core, activate maximum-level shielding."
Aslan snapped his fingers, then found a turtle and named it Kurma.
This was why he was willing to spend merits to protect Little Garden's Central Core.
After all, in Little Garden, Two-Digit level entities would react just to their names being called.
Even Three-Digit level entities couldn't avoid this. They would be sensed by Two-Digit entities.
Especially in Aslan's case, giving their names to another creature could be considered an insult.
If a Two-Digit entity didn't immediately kill Aslan, that would mean they had a good temperament.
But Aslan wasn't panicked at all. After all, Little Garden's Central Core was his greatest "backer." As long as he had enough merits, the Central Core would be highly reliable.
Although Type-Moon hadn't completed its observations, the concepts Aslan brought to Little Garden that didn't previously exist had provided new information, earning him a small amount of merit.
Though it was minimal, it was enough to protect himself for a few minutes.
After granting the turtle a bit of Spirit Status, Aslan controlled it to begin creating a world.
He created a world the size of a room. As for the turtle, it naturally transformed itself into everything, providing the initial material for this world.
Finally, Aslan cast this world into the void outside Little Garden, letting it drift freely.
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On the other side, in an unknown space, a dragon-turtle with scales the size of galaxies opened its eyes.
"For some reason, I feel extremely nauseated."
Though it was sleeping, the nausea forcibly woke it up.
The feeling was as if someone was cursing it in its ear. The other party even gave its name to a tiny turtle to make it feel sick.
"Who dares make me feel this nauseated?"
"I'm really angry!"
Kurma, whose size surpassed even a universe, shrank its body, transforming into a petite girl wearing a golden robe.
However, the expression on this petite girl's delicate face was extremely displeased, her cheeks puffed up from some unknown irritation.
"Just wait until I find you. I'll definitely teach you a lesson!"
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On the other side, Aslan happily observed the small world floating in the void with a smile on his face.
After all, he had asked Little Garden's Central Core to erase all his traces. Even if he might have offended the World Dragon, it wasn't a big deal. How could a mere Four-Digit like him dare—or even have the ability—to offend a World Dragon?
Yet, for some reason, Aslan felt a chill down his spine.
"I should do things like this less often in the future."
Even though Little Garden's Central Core was very secure, what if the other party could bypass it?
Who knew what a Two-Digit level entity was capable of?
Due to spontaneous convergence, combined with the absence of time and space in the void, moments later, the compass-like world Aslan created led him directly to the world created by Kurma.
"Ugh, such a strong stench of finality."
Aslan couldn't help but fan his nose, hoping to breathe fresh air.
But it didn't help much. After all, how could the stench of finality be avoided by merely fanning the air?
"This smell is even worse than when I encountered the Winds of Decadence back then."
As a natural Creator God, Aslan had an innate disgust for the stench of finality. He would be happy for the birth of a world.
But he would also be saddened by a world approaching its end, and he hated all endings.
"Is this world about to collapse?"
Aslan revealed the truth of this world. Even the Land of Steel never had such a strong sense of despairing finality.
A sadness from nowhere flooded his heart. It was as if this world was pleading for his help.
Unfortunately, if this world were only the size of a planet, Aslan might still be able to save it.
But this world was the size of a universe, and Aslan had no way to deal with it.
He was powerless.
However, Aslan quickly adjusted his emotions to avoid being influenced by this world's end.
The next moment, after creating a new planeswalker card unlinked to his previous identity, Aslan descended to the only place with life in this world.
That was the planet transformed by Kurma's scale.
With one step, Aslan arrived in a forest beyond imagination, where giant cedar trees hundreds of meters tall grew everywhere.
Under the sky-blocking forest, it was extremely dark. He could only rely on the rare sunlight filtering through the leaves to identify routes and directions.
Following traces of human civilization, Aslan walked step by step. At a glance, it might seem slow and leisurely.
But upon closer inspection, Aslan crossed hundreds or even thousands of meters in the blink of an eye.
The forest wasn't small, but he quickly emerged from it.
He arrived at the largest city on this planet. Aslan's first impression of the city was filthy.
Filth was visible everywhere on the roadside. Aslan even saw someone drop their pants and defecate on the street.
"Where am I? Why does it feel like I'm in India?"
Aslan couldn't help but complain. Especially when he saw the dirty roadside stalls. They didn't even use utensils—everything was done by hand.
Aslan even saw insects accidentally fly into the food, but they didn't care and kept cooking. The people eating didn't care either, shoving it straight into their mouths.
"Alright, I can shake off that feeling. I'm definitely in India now."
The corner of his mouth twitched. He covered his nose in disgust and said.
How could he judge this city? Aslan didn't know how to evaluate it. In a short time, he witnessed street rapes, robberies, scams, con artists, and Brahmin oppression of lower castes…
After thinking of many words, Aslan could only come up with one to describe this scene.
India. Yes, India. Even Gotham wasn't enough to describe this scene.
It was like a real-life depiction of the India portrayed on the internet before Aslan crossed over.
Too chaotic, too dirty, too bad.
Especially the rape he saw earlier—the rapist even became the target of others.
Aslan only felt this scene was painful to the eyes. This world was utterly "Indian."
He even saw temple statues being destroyed and politicians rising to power through elections.
This was truly a real India.
In this filthy and chaotic city, a little girl going out to buy food caught Aslan's attention.
The main reason wasn't anything else but the fact that the girl was abnormally clean and neat. And Aslan saw a Spirit Status on her.
Although every living being has a Spirit Status, in Little Garden, Spirit Status is granted by the Central Core or by others.
In this world created by Kurma, who would grant her a Spirit Status? Besides the World Dragon Kurma, Aslan couldn't guess anyone else.
"Interesting. I feel like I've stumbled upon an important plan."
Aslan rubbed his chin. Without any hesitation, he followed the little girl.
He followed her back to her home.
After the girl returned home, she couldn't help but show a happy smile from the depths of her heart.
"Rin, you're back."
A pregnant woman reached out to take the vegetables from the girl named Rin.
But the girl nimbly dodged.
"Goodness, your little brother will be born soon. Why isn't Mom resting properly?"
The little girl puffed out her cheeks angrily, scolding her mother.