"What does Halloween mean by this?"
In Arcadia's living room, Aslan stared at the Holy Spirit Spirit Status on the table, lost in thought.
Early morning, Saint Jeanne d'Arc led a large squad of angels escorting this item to Arcadia.
In front of Shiroyasha, she explained it was compensation sent by Christianity—the Holy Spirit Spirit Status—a gift from the Halloween Queen.
Afterward, Shiroyasha angrily stormed off to settle scores with the Halloween Queen. It was almost openly declaring the other side wanted to snatch her subordinate god.
As a result, now only Aslan, Algol, Athena, and Scathach—representing the Halloween Queen's will—remained.
"Suddenly giving me the Holy Spirit Spirit Status?"
Aslan scratched his head in confusion.
Wasn't a Spirit Status like this—capable of reaching Two-Digit just by digesting and absorbing it—more beneficial used personally?
If the Halloween Queen wanted, she could find some lucky person and create a new Judas.
It must be admitted—super-large Pantheons like Christianity truly had deep foundations. Who would've thought the reason Christianity only had one Two-Digit existence was because they didn't want a second?
"This attitude from the Halloween Queen makes me a bit scared to use it."
Hearing that, Algol couldn't help rolling her eyes at Aslan.
A Two-Digit Spirit Status many dreamed of was now delivered to his hands—yet Aslan complained.
"If you don't want it, give it to Algol?"
"Hmm, it's for you."
Aslan glanced at Algol and without hesitation tossed it to her.
This time, Algol was shocked. She secretly eyed it and said somewhat surprised,
"You're really giving it."
Then, Algol lowered her head to examine this Holy Spirit Spirit Status. Various thoughts swirled in her mind.
This Spirit Status was the original reason she switched from the Babylonian Pantheon to Christianity. Jesus in the past used this promise to lure her.
Back then, she challenged gods and Buddhas across the Three Thousand Worlds, spreading countless Demons and dangerous beings—just to become Two-Digit.
Now the opportunity was in her arms. Whether absorbed or transformed into Demon Spirit Status—it could push her a step further.
After a long while, Algol sighed, returning the Holy Spirit Spirit Status to Aslan. Seeing his indifferent face, she couldn't help spitting,
"Playing touching scenes in front of me—aren't you afraid I'd take it and not return it?"
She had almost been unable to hold back. This was nearly a guaranteed chance to become Two-Digit.
But ultimately, she decided to reach Two-Digit her own way. She wanted to achieve her path herself. Only after hitting a dead end would she consider others.
"It's not an important item. If you like it, take it."
Aslan smiled, playing with the Holy Spirit Spirit Status in his hand.
Just one Two-Digit existence—sounded important, but really just that.
At least Aslan didn't care. Compared to the Holy Spirit Spirit Status, he was more worried why Christianity didn't use this Spirit Status.
He feared another trap inside.
Athena and Scathach beside them watched Aslan and Algol's interaction—their mouth corners twitching.
At least they couldn't imagine why Aslan was so generous—but they felt a bit of unwarranted jealousy over Algol's treatment.
Truly enviable—a Two-Digit Spirit Status just given away.
But the next second, they no longer felt jealous.
After all, Aslan was also their man.
Then it was fine.
At that moment, Athena suddenly said,
"Could the Halloween Queen be planning to make you the Only God?"
Hearing this, the atmosphere immediately turned serious.
Scathach felt several scrutinizing gazes on her.
She raised both hands without hesitation, showing she posed no threat.
"I don't know either—Her Majesty the Queen only asked me to deliver it."
By the way, seduce Aslan in bed and see if she could become all shadows when Aslan creates worlds in the future.
Of course, she couldn't say the last part. If the Halloween Queen's plan was exposed—her fate was unknown.
"The Only God… That's not an easy path."
Athena sighed, staring very seriously at Aslan.
"I strongly advise against taking the Only God path if your path is already clear."
"Even if your completion rate is very high—even right before your eyes."
The Holy Son Spirit Status was now in Aslan's hands—though still somewhat incomplete—and the Holy Spirit Spirit Status was very complete.
The omniscient and omnipotent Only God in the Trinity—two-thirds now completed in Aslan's hands.
Thinking this, Athena was also slightly stunned and incredulous.
Something many gods and Buddhas desperately pursued—was so easily completed by Aslan.
Next, Aslan only needed the Father Spirit Status—then he could launch an assault toward Single-Digit.
With Yahweh vanished—if Aslan truly wanted the Father Spirit Status, the difficulty wouldn't be too high.
It could even be said to be easy.
People really couldn't be compared. Even Athena—staring at Aslan now—couldn't help feeling jealous.
To her, current Aslan wasn't much different from Shiroyasha.
Though she also knew this was all the result of Aslan's own "struggles."
Just thinking about it made her more annoyed.
She risked everything and gathered power for tens of thousands of years—just for one chance to break into Two-Digit—and that chance was given by Aslan.
Aslan had been in Little Garden mere months—and a Single-Digit chance was before his eyes.
Even online novels out there weren't as bizarre as Aslan's experiences, right?
Athena couldn't help grumbling inwardly.
"Of course I know."
Aslan shrugged casually. He had zero interest in the omniscient and omnipotent Only God path.
If he were truly omniscient and omnipotent—what was the point of living? Of course, more importantly—Aslan knew this path had zero feasibility.
Besides, his essence wasn't lower than Little Garden's Central Core. If he weren't too young now—maybe he'd be rated Single-Digit from birth?
Perhaps so.
"Forget it—since I don't understand the Halloween Queen's thoughts, just store this thing and use it when needed later."
Aslan decided. At least for now—he didn't feel their side lacked combat power.
Shiroyasha, Halloween Queen—two existences arguably strong among Two-Digits.
Algol, Athena—two soon-to-be Two-Digits.
And himself, King of the End. Though Arthur's Spirit Status was destroyed—it didn't stop him from unleashing the Star Holy Sword and firing beams.
He could also be considered half Two-Digit.
Enough to sweep Little Garden clean.
"By the way, Algol—there shouldn't be issues recruiting the Hell faction, right?"
Aslan was slightly curious. Though Algol had escaped her seal and regained part of her lost Spirit Status.
Current Algol could be called top Three-Digit—but still far from when she challenged gods and Buddhas across Three Thousand Worlds.
Christianity's Hell Devil system was originally built by Algol. It wasn't an exaggeration to say she was the supreme god of devils.
But devils were still devils. Algol had also been sealed for years. Hard to say if those devils would obey her.
"Those ugly things—not only ugly, but filthy-minded too."
Algol said with extreme disgust.
She had gone to Hell, reclaimed the Original Demon Lilith Spirit Status, and taught Baphomet and other devils a lesson.
The recruitment process could be said to be decent.
But Aslan still heard Algol's hidden meaning. Those devils ultimately only submitted outwardly but rebelled inwardly.
After all, Algol hadn't subdued them with absolute power.
Though strong—she was still far from her peak—and ultimately not respected enough.
In this situation, she secured the Devil King position—but beneath her were certainly covert disobediences.
But devils' nature was like that—unless you held their weak points and made them truly submit.
"By the way—you've surely sold the Demon Star I created, right?"
Algol's mouth corner curved into an evil smile. Wearing loose clothes, she jumped into Aslan's arms.
Athena beside them was already used to this.
Algol had even invited her for hotter play—let alone just hugging.
"Of course."
Aslan nodded. In his mind surfaced memories of robed monks handing him Buddha Bones with pained faces.
"Those monks were quite stingy—just one Authority?"
Thinking this, Aslan couldn't help complaining.
Just one Authority—why show expressions as painful as having their flesh sliced?
"Compared to losing an Authority—they'd prefer you slice their flesh."
Algol also said with slight schadenfreude. Those bald Buddhist monks had disgusted her since the Dawn Era.
"By the way—one Authority also made them bleed. Good job."
Right then, Algol's movements suddenly stopped. After a strange light flashed in her purple eyes.
She gently kissed Aslan's cheek.
"Those bald monks started divining Ai-chan's location. Watch—this time Ai-chan won't let them escape."
Saying that, Algol's figure gradually faded. She had to go out and show herself to dispel suspicions about Aslan.
After all—their side's combat power was still disadvantaged against Darkness Gods and others—so they must keep hiding.
Aslan stroked the spot Algol just kissed and smiled helplessly.
On the other side—five True Three-Digit Buddhas divining Algol screamed in pain.