"That's absolutely impossible."
The Mother of Evil Gods fell silent for a moment before speaking.
No one understood the situation of these gods and buddhas better than she did. In the dawn era, even in Little Garden's early days, there had still been a chance for a Human Counter Force to emerge.
But now, with 17 Full-Authority Domains (Two-Digit) and countless other Almighty Domains (Three-Digit), Plus a vast number of Four-Digit-level gods and buddhas, they would never allow such an existence as the Human Counter Force. Even if there were the slightest possibility of its emergence, they would instantly extinguish it.
Little Garden had already grown to a scale that could no longer be stopped.
"Perfect!"
Aslan waved his hand confidently.
After all, the worst-case scenario was that this Little Garden would completely collapse—and Project Second Little Garden would begin!
Somehow, he'd been appointed by Little Garden's Central Core as Chief Designer for the Second Little Garden.
Though he himself didn't yet know what kind of Little Garden he was supposed to build.
"Is it harder than when you founded Little Garden back then?"
Aslan countered, feeling quite justified. The worst outcome? Starting Second Little Garden.
"You must realize one truth, right?"
"That no matter what, humanity is doomed to destruction. No matter how hard they struggle, humanity will inevitably fall."
This was the true source of the Mother of Evil Gods' sorrow—just as the essence of the Beasts was human love.
As the Mother of Evil Gods, incarnation of Human Evil across multiverses, she loved all humans deeply, cherished every individual.
She was the being who least desired humanity's destruction.
The Winds of Decadence swirling at history's end were the best proof.
"Destruction is an unavoidable fate for mankind, like death—inescapable."
"But we can delay it, not let it come sooner."
"The Demon Lord Dystopia is dead, but the true Dystopia still exists."
The true Dystopia wasn't the so-called Last Trial of Mankind—The Closed-Off World—Dystopia.
It was this Little Garden—appearing beautiful, yet possessing a rigid hierarchy, "draining blood" from Human History across countless worlds. Once envisioned as a utopia.
Little Garden? A world in a box, originally founded with the beautiful vision of guiding humanity forward.
The founders of Little Garden had initially built it with noble dreams of helping humanity progress.
Yet, just like how utopias often end up becoming anti-utopias, Little Garden eventually took a wrong turn.
Or rather, Little Garden's path had been flawed from the beginning.
Uniting Human Histories from countless worlds and letting gods and buddhas dictate their direction?
But one thing must be understood: the simpler something is, the simpler its ecosystem, the easier it collapses.
Human History, diverse and chaotic, might have many troublemakers—but it would also produce many who advanced rapidly.
Just as gods and buddhas increasingly couldn't interfere in general Human History, humanity no longer needed their guidance.
They would find their own way. Little Garden should return the right to choose Human History's direction back to humanity itself.
Now, even if Human History destroyed itself and took Little Garden down with it—there was no other way.
After all, if Little Garden fell, the gods and buddhas could just build another tool—more "scientific and professional," right?
Within Little Garden, perhaps no one saw this more clearly than her—except Gaia and a handful of idealists.
This small Little Garden, once an Eden created to help humanity through difficult times, had now become a Dystopia restricting humanity's future.
Thus, humanity was doomed to destruction—doomed to repeat it endlessly.
The Little Garden rebuilt by the gods and buddhas would no longer grant humanity the fighting chance called the Last Trial of Mankind.
"So, what's your idea?"
"Anyway, I'm gone. It's up to you young ones to handle it."
The Mother of Evil Gods spoke with slight cheerfulness. In a future once filled with despair, she suddenly saw a faint glimmer of light called hope.
Unfortunately, her beloved child, Azi Dahaka, hadn't yet understood this.
But that was alright. She had finally seen hope.
After all, this was already the worst possible ending. How much worse could it get?
Even dealing with the consequences of the Third Star Particle alone had exhausted them physically and mentally—let alone Little Garden, the true Dystopia.
"Anyway, I'm already dead. You may use all my legacy as you wish."
The Mother of Evil Gods was dead. Most of her legacy—the heritage of Zoroastrianism—had been left to Azi Dahaka.
Now, the only help she could give Aslan was her divinity, worn thin and nearly vanished.
"This is the greatest help I can offer."
Through unknown means, the Mother of Evil Gods transferred her fading divinity.
"As long as this divinity is truly destroyed, the Winds of Decadence will stop pursuing it."
But she would die completely, along with her remaining consciousness.
Aslan's Angra Mainyu would gain her original divinity—the name of an innocent person forcibly branded as the Mother of Evil Gods.
As for the issue of Absolute Evil's merit, she had already handled it. At least, the merit from world destruction caused by viruses and biohazards would no longer flow to Azi Dahaka.
"Got it."
Aslan gave a slight nod, then created a Magic: The Gathering card to store the divinity.
He gained one Mother of Evil Gods.
Though it was a heavily damaged Mother of Evil Gods, retaining only her consciousness.
As for the final destruction of her divinity—it didn't matter. From Aslan's research, Magic: The Gathering's Creature Cards bore similarities to divinity.
Magic: The Gathering cards could indeed replace divinity—to house consciousness and revive others—and Aslan could strengthen the cards themselves.
It didn't matter if the divinity vanished, as long as the consciousness remained.
With Shiroyasha—whose lack compared to Aslan wasn't combat power, but rather, a "wise old woman" once a chess master with vast knowledge—Now, he gained a "wise old woman" who'd always stay by his side.
"You damn brat…"
Shiroyasha finally sighed. She still wanted to ask Aslan where he got secret information even she didn't know.
Was Aslan a chess piece placed beside her by some entity?
But did it matter? With the information Aslan had just revealed, if he truly wanted to trap her, he surely would've succeeded.
Had Aslan hesitated even slightly, perhaps all fourteen of her Sun Authorities really would have become his. In this world, nothing was truly impossible.