"This? Athena's meddling too?"
Shiroyasha's gaze toward the battlefield seemed to catch something—she immediately stood up, face shocked.
"Weren't Athena and Algol already reconciled? Why are they fighting again now?"
Shiroyasha shook her head in confusion, tone slightly surprised.
Athena's appearance was truly beyond her expectations. Just last night, they were still good "bedmates."
Hearing that, Aslan awkwardly rubbed his nose, not daring to look at the battlefield.
Could he say that last night, Athena was forced? After all, Athena was the Goddess of Victory—she had her pride.
Sharing a husband with someone else was clearly impossible—especially with Algol.
But Algol always had that Problem Child nature, fearing a peaceful world. Anything Athena disliked, she'd definitely tease once or twice.
Especially last night—Algol even used her unformed Truth to ignite Athena's desires, making her show an embarrassing expression.
This morning, Athena didn't even give Aslan a good glance.
Seeing Victory Authority and Demon Aura intertwining, neutralizing, and exploding—turning millions of square kilometers into ruins.
"And they're fighting for real? How long has it been since Athena attacked at full power like this?"
Watching the fierce battle, Shiroyasha couldn't help glancing at Aslan—intentionally or not, her gaze lingered briefly on Aslan's lower body.
"Are you two really broken up? Shouldn't be? Could the sharing be uneven?"
Instantly, Aslan's face flushed. As a veteran, he knew exactly what Shiroyasha meant.
"Keep your distance—they just want to settle who's stronger between them."
Aslan pushed Shiroyasha's head, redirecting her gaze to the battlefield.
Though Algol and Athena had reconciled—how could millennia of grudge vanish easily?
Though they restrained themselves before Aslan—they had to fight all-out once to vent past resentment.
Plus, they didn't want to trouble Aslan. So this chance—with the Campione War and Algol stepping out to trigger a Historical Transition Period in the outer world—was the best opportunity.
It could also reduce suspicions toward Aslan and the gods' scrutiny of Athena.
After all—as the renowned Goddess of Victory with the Trinity Athena path—her Campione War win rate was too high.
Especially cooperating with Aslan.
One was Little Garden's current strongest spatial ability user with high mobility; the other—the unbeatable Goddess of Victory in combat since the Dawn Era.
If their relationship with Algol was too good—it would provoke some existences' nerves.
After all—Medusa Spirit Status wasn't an absolute necessity for Algol. If interests shifted midway…
It would keep them awake at night.
"But even so—they might not sleep well for days, right?"
Seeing countless spiritual bodies monitoring Athena and Algol's battlefield in the void, Shiroyasha sneered.
"If they knew Algol and Athena had long been cooperating—I don't know how furious they'd be."
Suddenly, she felt a bit excited.
"I really don't know how much I could get selling this info."
"Enough—you've earned so much already, boss. Time to stop."
Aslan rolled his eyes at Shiroyasha. Was she that poor?
Just a few dozen Authorities, thousands of Special Authorities—and enough foundation to build a mid-tier Pantheon anytime.
Shiroyasha sheepishly wiped her drool.
The main thing was—she hadn't been this rich in years. Note that in the Dawn Era, she was called the White Poor Ghost.
Even the 'White' (Shiro) in Shiroyasha came from 'free' (Shirakeru).
"If you keep selling—you'll get caught."
Aslan yawned, pulling his gaze from the battlefield.
Then he narrowed his eyes, focusing on the temporarily absorbed Truth [Miracle] in his body.
[Miracle] truly deserved the name.
The void positioning issue that had long troubled Aslan could now be solved with directed travel in a sense thanks to [Miracle].
And [Miracle] had also shown him how to awaken Dystopia.
Namely—in that world: High School DxD.
After settling recent matters—he could find a chance to go there.
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About half a teacup later.
The black clouds that previously covered the sky—nearly shrouding half the outer layer—had vanished, only covering half the heavens.
In the sky—three thousand purple hairs turned into countless demon snakes. Algol with golden snake eyes touched the spear-gouged wound on her body.
She stared at the majestic Victory Goddess status before her.
"You ugly woman—you hid it so deep. Looks like your Spirit Status isn't far from complete either."
Algol grinned, showing a successful scheme smile.
Meanwhile, Athena's face looked normal—but those who knew her could see her spear-holding hand tightening slightly.
She still seemed about to rage.
"But ugly woman—don't think you can easily get Medusa Spirit Status this way."
"You're ugly—but your dreams are pretty."
"Hah—I don't think my dreams are pretty."
Athena looked at Algol with a faint smile, proudly raising her head.
"Algol—you've failed."
Hearing that, Algol's expression suddenly changed. The next second—a scythe carrying thick death aura thinly grazed her neck.
Nearly decapitating her again.
Instantly, Algol's expression truly darkened.
"You all~ dare scratch Algol's pretty face?"
Three thousand snake hairs danced, spewing countless poison fog again. Even Hades—who drank antidote earlier—could barely withstand.
After swinging the scythe—he no longer had strength to fight.
But seeing the twelve Greek Main Gods gradually encircling her—Algol wasn't angry.
"Ugly women are ugly women—don't dare one-on-one with Algol?"
Athena said nothing. The Main Gods were already impatient to move.
Encircling by twelve gods—even Algol had to evade.
Seeing the twelve gods around her—Algol sneered, looking around, meeting lurking gazes.
Then—a white card appeared in her hand.
"Congrats—you win this time. You successfully drove me out."
Algol's mouth corner slightly curved—she snapped the card, invisible space-time enveloping her.
"But before I go—I can give you good news."
Algol's eyes filled with deep hatred.
"That is—Angra Mainyu never left. He's always watching you."
"One day—we'll return and drag those exalted gods from their thrones."
Hearing that—countless gods and Buddhas showed terrified expressions. It was the most evil Last Trial of Mankind—capable of wounding Indra before maturity.
Moreover—the other side had mass destruction weapons like Another Cosmology Avesta.
"Wait, Algol—actually we can negotiate…"
A dignified voice full of worry and slight panic sounded—tone filled with fear.
A Last Trial of Mankind combining Absolute Evil and Kali Yuga—with great hatred toward gods.
How to transcend this? Little Garden had no other Origin Candidate.
Last time—they relied on Aslan to kill and exile it—but a second time clearly wouldn't work.
Almost instantly—the gods attacked simultaneously, preparing to shatter space-time and capture Algol.
Hearing that—before the gods' attacks arrived, Algol suddenly laughed maniacally.
She even laughed to tears.
"No—you panic just over this? Panic just at this level?"
"This is too pathetic, right? I hope you'll like the surprise we prepared!"
Algol said—joy nearly overflowing from her heart, radiating on the surface, in her smile—a mocking grin.
"Then—please, everyone look forward to the first gift we prepared for you."
Words fallen—Algol's figure truly vanished from Little Garden.
Leaving only pale-faced gods and Buddhas in the void dimension.
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*SMACK!*
A folding fan struck Aslan's head. Shiroyasha narrowed her eyes, staring at Aslan oddly.
"You're too messy, huh?"
Aslan beside her said nothing—just kept holding his tea, slowly sipping.
"Why reveal Angra Mainyu this early? He hasn't grown yet, right?"
Only months since Angra Mainyu's exile and Azi Dahaka's sealing.
If he jumped out now—the first targeted would be Aslan.
"Compared to awakening Dystopia—we need to create big chaos to cover it, right?"
Aslan sipped his tea, saying flatly.
No one could predict what chaos would erupt in Little Garden after Dystopia's return—or what reactions.
Whether gods had surveillance artifacts targeting Dystopia…
Even Athena couldn't predict.
So what Aslan could do now was try creating massive chaos to draw attention before awakening Dystopia.
After all—gods' concern in Little Garden for Dystopia surely exceeded Angra Mainyu.
Because Dystopia truly hurt them. They remembered Dystopia's lesson.
Note that in the original story—just Absolute Evil's emergence made over half the gods and Buddhas terrified—preparing a new Little Garden.
If Dystopia awakened—who knew how panicked they'd be.