The same went for recovery speed.
To put it more vividly.
One was a tiny faucet, while the other was a floodgate releasing water.
The difference was obvious at a glance.
Compared with the Aeons, who was actually stronger—herself or them?
Little Griseo wasn't entirely sure.
However, she did understand one thing.
Even the End should be no match for her, right?
It felt like this version of herself had truly become a god.
So, to be more specific.
The Ark was merely an aircraft, and it didn't even have any weapons.
If she was equivalent to the size of a Pathstrider, then Little Griseo was her Aeon.
At most.
The Ark was simply heavier and much longer, so if she smashed someone directly, it might be somewhat more effective.
But if anything really needed doing, they would still have to rely on Little Griseo.
In any case, Little Griseo had never intended to make the Ark do anything in particular.
Although she had indeed become a ship girl.
She was still different from ordinary ship girls.
If a ship girl could transform into her original form, she would sacrifice some maneuverability, but her firepower and the like would increase dramatically.
But the Ark was simply a place to live, a place to reside! It was just like a house.
Who would take out their house and use it to attack an opponent?
Even if the house itself wouldn't be damaged, wouldn't it be disgusting if something filthy got stuck to it?
And so.
Like this...
Little Griseo was already very satisfied.
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Main Text: 005. So? Little Griseo, are you a Decade too?
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As for Little Griseo's own abilities...
These were naturally of paramount importance as well.
Her original abilities involved seeing colors, observing their essence, and even painting through color to create monsters.
Now, aside from the tremendous increase in her level and the exaggerated growth of her abilities.
The power she possessed to paint worlds had also become far more unreasonable.
It seemed... even more interesting.
"Hmm..." Through the system, Little Griseo objectively familiarized herself with her own abilities.
It seemed that even her previous paintings had been cataloged in the system's collection.
For example, the painting Madame Marel on a Sheep, and so on...
In the past, creating one monster from one painting had consumed the painting.
But here.
Little Griseo could create new paintings and then record them in her own catalog.
Afterward, whenever she wanted one, she could summon it through her own power at any time.
There was no need to paint it all over again and go through so much trouble.
She had gone from consuming paintings to becoming a true summoner.
Just like the Herrscher of Reason.
If she had originally only been able to create things she understood.
Then now, it wasn't limited to things from the past or the future—even things she had never understood could be created!
This was a qualitative leap.
For Little Griseo, the catalog module was one of the manifestations of this ability within her.
As long as something was recorded in the catalog, she could endlessly expend energy to create it.
Moreover, although the painted constructs she created had no true life, they did possess a subtle consciousness.
There was no specific time limit.
As long as they weren't recalled, they could exist for a long time.
This meant...
As long as Little Griseo was given enough time.
She was a natural disaster.
More than that.
As painted constructs.
They were like Little Griseo's own familiars.
Because of Little Griseo's nature, they were like the Ark as well.
Those constructs could draw, to a greater or lesser extent, the energy they needed to maintain their existence from the Imaginary Number World.
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