"So… what now?"
Aslan looked at Shiroyasha helplessly. He'd originally just wanted to prank the gods and scoop up a bit of merit and loot along the way.
But now the Holy Son himself was descending directly?
He couldn't even begin to guess how much the other side had paid to silence other existences.
But Aslan certainly wasn't about to let the Holy Son walk away with this advantage.
He hadn't even finished settling the score with Mithras for attacking him.
"Fine. If the Holy Son wants to play, I'll play even bigger."
Aslan's eyes flickered slightly. He turned to Shiroyasha with a manic grin.
"Boss… how about we drag God History into the water with us?"
Shiroyasha looked intrigued and asked, "What do you mean?"
"How, huh?"
Aslan raised an eyebrow, immediately pulled out the Unofficial History, tossed it to Shiroyasha, and leaned back on the sofa.
"Perhaps the most terrifying truth of the Campione! World isn't that hundreds of gods are staging all the mythologies from Human History."
"But that the world's mythology was woven by humans to bind the gods. In other words—it's a human-made worldview of the gods."
"Hah?"
Shiroyasha's voice rose slightly in surprise.
"How much hatred does this world hold toward Little Garden?"
Even Shiroyasha felt a little numb.
She'd thought gods concealing each other's identities was already the height of secrecy—but it turned out there was an even greater player.
If this truth were ever revealed, the resulting earthquake would be unimaginable.
"If not, then how do you think this thing appeared?"
Aslan rolled his eyes irritably.
"However, because the Campione! War will inevitably cause shifts in God History—and Stray Gods can subtly nudge God History toward Mythology—this is seen as giving us an opportunity."
"A one-time chance to drag the gods into the water."
As he said this, Aslan tilted his head and looked at Shiroyasha with utter seriousness.
"And Boss, you're a Star Spirit—so the transformation of God History into Mythology won't affect you."
"And letting gods be subordinate to humans…"
Aslan's voice gradually lowered at the end. He truly didn't know what consequences this would unleash.
He only knew that whether "gods created humans" or "humans created gods" seemed to be a profoundly critical question in Little Garden—so critical, in fact, that Origin Candidates were created specifically to answer it.
*WHACK!*
Shiroyasha slammed her fan onto Aslan's head, her face flushed with exasperation.
"You really went and did something huge behind my back!"
"Have you been wearing the 'Last Trial of Mankind' identity for so long that you actually think you are the Last Trial of Mankind?"
Shiroyasha was nearly scared half to death. Thankfully, Aslan had told her beforehand—if he'd really gone ahead without warning, Little Garden might've actually exploded.
"You know about the Origin Candidates? After the Dawn Age, the Origin Candidates have spent at least a century—but still haven't decided which answer is correct. Do you know why?"
"It's because our Boss is controlling the situation, deliberately preventing the true answer from being settled—avoiding a definitive resolution."
"Only by maintaining both possibilities simultaneously can humans ascend to godhood, and gods create humans—becoming Three-Digit existences."
"All living beings can rely on the possibility of 'human-made gods' to ascend to godhood and reach Three-Digit status. All non-humans can rely on creating humans, becoming Creators, and stepping into Three-Digit existence."
"This paradox exists precisely to allow every God-Spirit-bearing entity across Little Garden the potential to reach Three-Digit status."
"Sssht~~"
Hearing the true function of this paradox, Aslan couldn't help but suck in a sharp breath.
For some reason, he now felt even more tempted to disrupt this paradox.
Not for any particular reason—just out of sheer curiosity to see what consequences would unfold.
Still, Aslan roughly grasped the paradox's true purpose—it was almost like the black and white Qi in Jackie Chan Adventures, where you step on your right foot with your left to ascend to heaven.
You gain concepts and possibilities through human-made gods, then realize those possibilities through human-made gods.
It aligned with his initial suspicion: ultimately, it was about making the false become real.
Thinking this, Aslan grew even more curious.
"But what about the conflict between Human History and Little Garden's convergence?"
The contradiction between Human History and God History seemed far more complex than the simple dichotomy of "gods creating humans" versus "humans creating gods."
The latter was an oppositional unity—a dualistic balance, stepping on your right foot with your left to climb to heaven.
But the former felt more like an eternal, unresolvable enmity.
It even gave Aslan the distinct impression:
"Human History: I want God History to die!!!"
Human History didn't care about Little Garden's internal politics or hierarchies.
At least, that's what Aslan had felt when wearing the "Last Trial of Mankind" identity.
Otherwise, something like the Unofficial History wouldn't have manifested so quickly.
"You're asking me? Who am I supposed to ask?"
Shiroyasha rolled her eyes, thoroughly annoyed.
"How would I know how they ended up like this?"
"Maybe… Little Garden really does need change?"
Shiroyasha murmured softly, then glanced at him.
But thankfully, at least there was Aslan.
In her heart, Little Garden truly was moving toward a better path.
"Whatever. I don't care anymore. Just do whatever you want!"
After a long pause, Shiroyasha tugged at her hair in frustration. Thinking clearly wasn't her strong suit.
"I'm just warning you about the risks involved. At worst, I'll reclaim my Geocentric Theory God-Spirit—and I'll cause massive chaos right alongside you!!"
She patted Aslan's shoulder. After deep contemplation, she'd concluded the best approach for her was to empty her mind entirely.
Thinking really wasn't her thing.
"Wait… Boss, I think I know why the Holy Son is so anxious."
Shiroyasha's tap had sparked an epiphany—especially since Aslan had been up to far too much.
There were many things he wouldn't remember unless he carefully reflected on them.
"If I'm not mistaken… I once created the Dystopia world before—"
But before Aslan could finish, Shiroyasha grabbed her fan again and smacked his head.
"How many things have you been hiding from me?!"
Shiroyasha's heart pounded. If other secrets were manageable, Dystopia was a whole different level of trouble.
Next time, she resolved, she'd demand a full confession from Aslan about every "good deed" he'd done outside. Otherwise, she might end up dying alongside him—and that wouldn't do at all.
"..."
Aslan looked at her with profound sadness. Was it really him hiding things from Shiroyasha? Clearly, it was because she'd been too exhausted to look—and even if she had, she might not have understood.
"Uh… uh… Next time you cause trouble, make sure you tell me first, okay?"
Shiroyasha patted Aslan's shoulder somewhat awkwardly, then quietly split half of the Divinities and Authorities she'd just acquired and slipped them into his arms.
"Alright."
Aslan gave a small nod and accepted the dozens of Divine Artifact Powers and several Authorities.
"Okay, now tell me in detail about that Dystopia woman."
Shiroyasha gave Aslan a strange look, her expression slightly distorted.
What was going on? Suddenly, she felt this kid's romantic luck was way too strong.
And if she wasn't mistaken, most of the powerful beings associating with him were strong women.
Herself, Algol, the Halloween Queen, Ahriman, Athena—that was already five.
Now add Yahweh?
Wait—this was her kid! Why did everyone want a piece of him?
"What's there to tell? Maybe I was just moved in the moment—felt Dystopia might help me someday in the future—so I tried reviving her."
As he finished speaking, Aslan couldn't help clicking his tongue. Giles hadn't been saved by Izayoi—fine. The Monkey Girl was understandable since she was an Earth Semi-Star Spirit. But why couldn't even Dystopia save his Giles?
As for who Dystopia actually was? Aslan had already roughly guessed.
After all, from the state of the Church after Dystopia vanished, it was clear that one-third of the world's population were Christian followers—a feat not easily achieved.
The only truth was this: the Church at that time—or the One True Yahweh—was Dystopia.
This also explained why, despite Aslan having been in Little Garden for so long and even remotely interacting with the Holy Son, he'd never detected any trace of Yahweh's activity.
"As for the Holy Son's issue… perhaps when Dystopia returns to reclaim her power, she might attack him?"
"It's hard to say the Holy Son reached Two-Digit status without taking advantage of Dystopia back then."
This likely also explained why the gods of Little Garden and Arcadia gained zero merit after Canaria crossed through Dystopia.
How ironic—everything had already been claimed by someone else.
One Dystopia fell… and somehow reached at least Two-Digit status?
"No wonder He's so desperately chasing the King of the End God-Spirit—He doesn't even care about saving face anymore."
Aslan clicked his tongue.
"I just wonder how much Christianity paid for this opportunity… how much blood the Holy Son himself spilled."
When he finished speaking, Shiroyasha stared at him in utter shock—as if she'd just patted her own chest to calm her lingering fear.
"Thank goodness you're my kid. If not, I'd be too scared to sleep peacefully at night."
Look at the Holy Son's fate. Just for offending Aslan, he ended up like this.
And Ouroboros, who'd last clashed with Aslan, had already been reorganized into Hydra—with its largest serpent head right here.
Most importantly—they didn't even know who the mastermind was.
Shiroyasha had absolutely no idea how many disasters she'd already shouldered on Aslan's behalf.