(How could you, with a Four-Digit body, provoke a Two-Digit-level Winds of Decadence?)
Shiroyasha was utterly baffled. For a moment, she considered passing her Problem Child title to Aslan.
In terms of causing trouble, Shiroyasha acknowledged that Aslan was the strongest.
The first time Aslan went out to observe another world, he became a Savior and surpassed the Last Trial of Mankind.
But this was only his second trip, and already he was dealing with a Two-Digit-level crisis?
What even bigger disaster would Aslan create on his third journey? Shiroyasha couldn't even imagine it.
Yet, despite her anger and scolding, Shiroyasha didn't stop acting.
She had finally found such a suitable underling. It would be terrible if he died now.
Even though Aslan could revive, dying at the hands of a Last Trial of Mankind was a different matter entirely.
In an instant, she changed her avatar and slipped into Amano-Iwato while the Winds of Decadence were momentarily "still."
Once inside Amano-Iwato, Aslan clutched his chest, breathing heavily.
"That was intense. I can't believe I survived."
After all, he'd already prepared himself to die once.
But before Aslan could even begin to feel relieved, Shiroyasha—wearing a blue yukata—smacked him on the head with her fan!
"Intense?! I think you're just trying to get yourself killed!"
Shiroyasha snapped angrily. If not for Amano-Iwato's ability to block both Little Garden's Central Core and the Winds of Decadence, Aslan would've been dead!
And even then, the protection was only temporary.
"Tell me—what exactly did you do to provoke the Winds of Decadence?"
Shiroyasha sat in front of him, crossing her legs and letting her smooth, petite feet dangle right before Aslan's eyes.
Especially her feet, still steaming slightly from her hasty exit from the hot spring.
Aslan fell silent for a moment, forcing himself to look away, and met Shiroyasha's gaze instead.
"I did it to save Little Garden!"
Aslan waved his hand proudly, speaking with full confidence.
"Boss Shiroyasha, how long do you think it'll take before Little Garden reaches its End?"
He stared into her eyes and asked.
"Why are you suddenly so serious?"
Shiroyasha muttered quietly, then thought for a moment before replying.
"Maybe tens of thousands of years?"
After all, surely all the gods and buddhas in Little Garden wouldn't just let it collapse when nearing destruction, right?
They knew their merit and Spirit Status came from Little Garden.
Still, Shiroyasha wasn't sure of the exact timeframe—but she could guarantee at least tens of thousands of years!
Why worry about such a distant future? Better to think about which pretty girl to play with tomorrow.
"The answer is three years, Boss."
Aslan said calmly. This was the timeline he had confirmed with Little Garden's Central Core.
"???! You're not lying??"
Shiroyasha instantly tensed up. Without thinking, she grabbed Aslan's collar and pulled him close, face-to-face.
Apparently losing emotional control, Shiroyasha's body swelled rapidly, reverting to her original form as the Sun God.
Her yukata, designed for her petite frame, ripped open, revealing much of her body.
But Shiroyasha didn't care. Upon hearing that Little Garden would reach its End, she was truly panicked and had lost control.
"Of course I'm not lying. I swear upon Little Garden's Central Core!"
Ironically, Aslan had confirmed it with Little Garden's Central Core.
He even knew clearly that Kalki, the White Horse, had successfully been born.
But he only revealed that a Savior had been born.
"You damn parasitic bastards!"
Shiroyasha—no, the White Night Demon Lord—cursed furiously.
Had she trusted those gods and buddhas too much?
Without her knowledge, was Little Garden about to be destroyed?
Then Shiroyasha released Aslan's collar and asked very seriously:
"What's your proof? How can you possibly know?"
Though nearly convinced, Shiroyasha still wanted to fight. What if Aslan was lying?
After all, this concerned Little Garden—the biggest issue of all.
Shiroyasha was now completely panicked. She felt all the delays she'd caused until now were useless avoidance. Hadn't they promised to build a better Little Garden together?
Why was Little Garden suddenly facing destruction?
And within just three years?
To Shiroyasha, three years didn't even feel like three days.
Sometimes, playing chess with Sun Wukong took longer than three years.
Time was too tight. She didn't even have time to investigate the factors leading to Little Garden's destruction.
"Because the Spirit Status of Absolute Evil, Azi Dahaka, will expand to its limit in about three years!"
After all, Absolute Evil wasn't like the Last Trial of Mankind known as Perpetual Motion Machine.
Perpetual Motion Machine faded over time as human knowledge advanced, because ancient people's fear of the heavens disappeared.
But Absolute Evil was an absolute factor of destruction—an utter despair destined to destroy Earth and all humanity.
Absolute Evil was the Last Trial of Mankind symbolizing annihilation, guaranteed to trigger the Winds of Decadence once it reached Two-Digit level.
"How do I know? Because I myself was once the Last Trial of Mankind representing Absolute Evil."
Upon hearing Aslan's words, Shiroyasha was utterly devastated.
She had no idea how to overcome Absolute Evil within just three years.
All she knew was brute force. She was merely a lazy Star Spirit.
At that moment, Shiroyasha strangely began to understand why Indra always looked so perverted, as if he'd seen it all.
Perhaps it was despair—the kind where one instinctively knows what to do, yet remains trapped beneath layers of calculation.
"Aslan, what about the Paradox Game? I'll host a Paradox Game and seal Absolute Evil!"
Shiroyasha clung to this last straw. She tightly gripped Aslan's hand, hoping he'd give her a convincing answer.
If it worked, she'd immediately hand over all fourteen of her Sun Authorities, along with every other Authority she possessed.
Seeing her like this—Shiroyasha, who never dared slam the table, whose burning rage stemmed from deep disappointment—Aslan couldn't help but feel pity.
"Shiroyasha, do you still remember that you were once the White Night Demon Lord? Where's your pride as the White Night Demon Lord?"
"Why do you always want to run away?"
"I never said I didn't have a way, did I?"
Aslan grabbed the remaining part of Shiroyasha's torn collar, pulled her close, and whispered into her ear.