"We're just going to talk about the construction of Little Garden."
The young man said this after recently running around after the fringes of Decadence Wind, driving it out of the various pantheons, then reluctantly collecting some membership fees amid the tearful gratitude of countless gods and demons.
"You should know, right? Little Garden has changed quite a bit now, and it's a real hassle to deal with."
"So, as someone who could be considered half the ruler of Little Garden, you came to seek advice from me, the useless administrator everyone elected?"
Indra, leader of the martial gods—the Twelve Guardian Devas—and once hailed as the strongest martial god before Li Zihan descended as Rama, sighed.
"More precisely, once I rebuild Little Garden's second and third levels and turn them into a utopia, I'll be the King of Little Garden."
The young man, who had already completed the penultimate stage of the project, shook a finger and pointed out the flaw in Indra's wording.
"Wait? You took down Little Garden's third level too?!"
Indra, who had been hospitalized for less than three days only to discover that the entire world had gotten a damn expansion pack, widened his eyes.
"I didn't resort to force. They willingly joined the Savior Alliance—Ouroboros."
The young man, who had indeed neither threatened anyone with force nor initiated compulsory games, spoke with a beaming smile and a somewhat smug expression.
"What did you do?"
Sensing that something was wrong, Indra's heart skipped a beat. His expression resembled that of the Son of God when Michael had introduced the brand-new version of Little Garden Online not long ago.
"I merely followed behind a two-digit Decadence Wind and asked the gods and demons it attacked whether they needed help."
"As long as they joined the Savior Alliance—Ouroboros,