On the other side, Algol—who had just set foot on Earth—looked up at the sky in surprise.
"What kind of faith is this? Divine power spreading across the entire planet?"
"Yahweh?"
Algol's expression shifted slightly, but she quickly realized.
This should be what Aslan called the [System].
She narrowed her eyes, gazing upward. Her sight pierced through barriers, seeing this world's sky—deep into Heaven surrounded by Angels at its core.
There, she saw a twelve-winged Angel struggling to control a very rudimentary world-view power device, desperately maintaining elemental stability.
"As expected, it's that [System]."
Algol said knowingly. If only based on Aslan's verbal description—there were limitations.
She was almost frightened. Thought Yahweh wasn't dead—managing his base here.
Good thing she didn't come with Aslan—otherwise she might've lost face.
"But it really looks like Yahweh's handiwork. Could this Biblical God be Yahweh's counterpart?"
Algol's expression was odd.
No wonder Aslan said this world might truly awaken Dystopia.
"And that [System]—why does it feel so similar to the Holy Spirit Spirit Status? Truly worthy of being Yahweh's counterpart?"
Algol muttered—narrowing eyes—remotely invading the World Management System in Michael's hands.
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Currently—in Heaven.
Michael—unaware a great demon observed him from afar—suddenly changed expression—looking at the [System] core before him with shock and joy.
[Materials... Repair... Revival...]
A series of information emanated from the brightly glowing [System] core.
A vast will seemed painfully awakening now.
Soon—Heaven was on full alert.
All Angels received orders to leave the human world—withdraw completely. The Four Great Seraphs changed appearances—secretly left Heaven in groups—quietly gathering special materials worldwide.
These actions confused other Pantheons—but fearing the possibly undead Biblical God—they dared not act—only cautious.
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Meanwhile—on the plains.
Algol pretended to be the awakening Biblical God's will—controlling Angels—clapped.
"Goodness—this world's Biblical God personality exactly like Yahweh? If I wasn't sure Yahweh truly dead—I'd almost think this was Yahweh's incarnation."
Algol's expression very odd. Even counterparts wouldn't be this similar, right?
"But this world's Biblical God exhausted all power destroying Trihexa—fighting EXE world invasion—died for humanity?"
"Then why did that Yahweh think to incarnate as Dystopia? No wonder Aslan thought to awaken Yahweh?"
Algol muttered briefly. She always indifferent to such messy matters.
Thinking too much weighed her mind—and heavy mind made her less beautiful.
Anyway—whatever Aslan did—unconditional support was enough.
Now—with her Holy Cross association experience—she pretended to be Biblical God—mastered the System—also had Angels seek materials to strengthen it.
At least—for current Heaven Angels' level—impossible to discover the fake Biblical God.
Angels nearly fully under her control. Even if Biblical God awakened—he might not reclaim it.
No—she'd add something to revival materials—so even if awakened—under her control.
Of course—if Yahweh awakened—different story.
"Angel side done—next Devils. Easy for Ai-chan."
Do they know what Primordial Demon is? Initial Devil templates under Little Garden's Cross God system—all created by her.
Need effort controlling weak devils from another world?
Algol could control them with one thought.
She moved her mind—turned—arrived in Underworld.
Upon reaching Underworld—Algol immediately observed surroundings. This might be her future residence.
But looking around—purple sky—dry black soil only growing special plants—slight sulfur smell in air.
"Really such fools…"
Algol's mouth twitched—slightly silent.
Goodness—they truly built a world based on mythical Hell?
Such things usually just Three-Digits past boasting—tricking human faith. Who'd actually live here?
Such worlds generally playgrounds—or post-destruction worlds.
She truly didn't expect fools willing to live here.
Wouldn't normal world with singing birds—fragrant flowers—beautiful environment be better?
"Forget it. Let me see this world's devils' quality first? Handle this world's Lilith first."
Algol stretched lazily.
Anyway—her and Aslan's division clear. Aslan handles public actions and trouble—she secretly cooperates—achieving her own goals.
Under purple sky—Algol narrowed eyes—remotely absorbed this world's Lilith concept.
Next second—sensing wriggling black flesh mass in this world—her face drastically changed.
"What the hell? This is me in this world?"
Instantly—Algol stopped. Face pale.
*BOOM!*
Previously cloudy purple sky—now fierce winds—lightning strikes.
"Disgusting!"
After casually erasing this world's Lilith concept—erasing all Lilith existence—replacing this world's devil origins along timeline.
Only then she felt better.
No Lilith in this world. So-called Lilith—just legend she left creating devils past.
No devil noticed their blood origins replaced now.
If not allowing Little Garden's Central Core to observe this world—this world actually just her toy. So-called causality—time—rules fragile as paper before Three-Digit.
"This is much better."
Algol's mood slightly relieved—since she just saw Aslan spear Lilith's son dead.
This also reduced causality-time modification backlash.
Of course—Algol chose minimal change method—plus Historical Correction Force effect.
Modified and pre-modified history—no changes.
This way—she needn't interact with these devils.
Though replaced devils' origins—previous Lilith shadows not gone.
Even seeing these devils now—she still got goosebumps.
Almost instantly—she gave up interacting with this world's devils.
As for living in Underworld? Forget it.
Algol preferred Demon Star—her previous seal.
But with seal released—modified by Aslan and her—Aslan created world matching her ideals inside—combined with devil concept.
That thing now like a love-binding item.
As for what she gave Buddha? Made in one second.
Without hesitation—Algol directly appeared in Demon Star on Aslan's wrist.
Because of that Lilith—she didn't even want to touch this world's ground or air.
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"Hmm? Ai-chan?"
In the rural European church—after brief persuasion—Ophis accepted Aslan.
Though to Ophis—Aslan willing to cooperate—but more or less same.
Current Ophis sitting in Aslan's lap—watching Hero Faction members crushed various ways by Aslan's fictional Heroic Spirits.
Of course—Aslan still merciful. Only played one-on-one combat trials—not ancient heroes teaming against Hero Faction.
The latter true disaster.
"Why suddenly back?"
Aslan curiously asked—placing head atop Ophis'—playing with her small face.
Honestly—Ophis' small face touch truly excellent.
Only regret—current Ophis too innocent and naive—too emotionless.
Though toyed by Aslan like this—she showed no reaction.
Can't say no reaction. Essentially—Ophis didn't know how to react.
But she couldn't suppress strange heart feeling—didn't know how to describe.
"I'm disgusted by this world's Lilith. Why didn't you tell me this world's Lilith was like that?"
Algol's tone full of complaints. She almost absorbed this world's Lilith.
Such ugly existence would affect her beauty. Then Aslan might not see cute Ai-chan anymore.
"This world's Lilith?"
Aslan's expression odd. He recalled that giant flesh tumor. Well—marginal info—he unconsciously ignored.
"Hmph—forget it—who made Ai-chan beautiful and kind-hearted—I won't blame you."
Algol huffed several times—then shared this world's Primordial Devil Spirit Status with Aslan.
Now—all this world's devils like puppets before Aslan—teach—play—change as he wishes.
Aslan laughed heartily. Before saying anything—he sensed Spirit Status change—expression odd.
As for Algol—she continued her beauty routine.