"So, in order for him to grow up smoothly, I've been dealing with the mess left by the Divine Era all around the world, including those idiots who try to restore the Divine Era."

Aunt rubbed her eyes, and Little Bird saw the deep dark circles under her makeup.

"From the Blood God Sect in Romania, to the Alchemy in Eastern Europe, to the witches and demon hunters in Salem Town, every idiot who tries to restore the Divine Era, I've gone after them one by one and wiped them all out," Aunt sighed. "It's just that, a few years ago, I happened to be in Neon dealing with the Shintoism God reincarnation incident, and at the same time, an ancient ceremony of a Mystic Scholar was happening here..."

She bit into her lollipop and said fiercely, "Can these idiots use their brains? If the Divine Era was really that good, why would I, of all people, be desperately trying to prevent its resurgence? As someone who's lived since the Divine Era, all I feel is that the Divine Era was a total hell!"

"If you really throw these idiots into the Divine Era, you can bet their asses would rot by the next day. Even a passing dog would take a bite at them. If you don't want that, you'd better get forcefully used and turned into a demon, then others would flaunt your organs as treasure. A bunch of maniacs!" Aunt ranted.

This tone and attitude left Little Bird speechless.

"Aunt, you're getting a bit abstract."

"Don't you agree? Why do these idiots think that restoring the Divine Era would put them at the top?" Aunt seemed unsatisfied with her rant, grabbing Little Bird.

This only made her smile wryly and speechlessly.

"If the Divine Era really resurged, those gods who were forced into slumber, barely maintaining contact with the world through faith, would immediately have their asses rot!" Aunt said fiercely, completely ignoring her daughter-in-law's opinion.

She was speechless too, she had just been in Neon killing those Mystic Scholars trying to reincarnate a god into the modern world. She had barely finished handling that and stopped a god from returning to the modern world, only to hear about another catastrophe.

Some Mystic Scholars in Europe and America pulled off something major, summoning some ancient relic from god knows how many years ago into the present world, and what left her more speechless was that a few big army missiles blew it up, spreading it across the world...

It's hopeless, just let it all end, hurry...

If it weren't for wanting to watch Xue Dili grow up, even wanting to see him settle down and have kids so she could have grandchildren, Aunt truly felt like dying on the spot, letting these remnants wallow in chaos until the Mysterious Resurgence and all hell breaks loose, only then will they realize how foolish and idiotic their ideas were before.

If she could run, her first move would be to carry Xue Dili and escape, without a moment's hesitation.

"Uh..." Although Little Bird felt Aunt was indeed a bit abstract, it seemed that the high-pressure life over thousands of years had altered her personality, making her completely different from that jealous and controlling Witch of mythology. Now she seemed more like an aunt in menopause...

However, she could understand Aunt's feelings too, since all she wanted was a peaceful life. She even thought of playing a nurturing game, only to find out that family affection had long surpassed love, and care triumphed over desire, freeing her from past shadows.

But even so, there were still plenty of people in the world who didn't want a peaceful life or a civilized world. They wanted to return to a Darwinian society akin to the jungle law of the Divine Era.

What could she do, she tried her best, but some things couldn't be helped.

Seeing this, Little Bird suddenly thought of the bacteriophages left by Xue Dili, and she instantly understood everything.

"No, Aunt, we still have a way to turn the tables, it's in our hands. You've always talked about the stories of Fake Curse Blood and Cursed Blood; I've finally grasped his intentions..." She looked at the container in her hand, hope seemingly emanating from her eyes.

"I initially thought his research on bacteriophages was to create a specific antidote for the Desolate Fungus. But Ah Xue must have known about this long ago and was always trying to kill 'God' in his own way! I understand his idea now, it's using the bacteriophage!"

"Bacteriophage? What's that?" Aunt asked with a puzzled look.

Little Bird: "..."

She had to explain in the simplest terms to her thousand-year-old aunt what a bacteriophage was. In short, it's like a nano-virus created by nature specifically targeting bacteria.

There's also a "mycophage" that specifically targets fungi, which is also a member of the bacteriophage's extended family, kind of like a white blood cell mechanism created by nature for the current situation.

"And the Desolate Fungus is the most primitive kind of cell, so primitive that it possesses characteristics of plants, animals, bacteria, and fungi all at once. So Ah Xue's idea all along was to use bacteriophages to kill the Desolate Fungus, and spread these nano-creatures that only target specific microorganisms, thus changing the entire world. He's been trying to save the world in his own way," Little Bird finished, finally comprehending his thinking at this moment.

Calico was stunned, unable to understand the situation at first, but at that moment, she seemed to hallucinate back to over three thousand years ago, witnessing people heading to Olympus.

Suddenly, she seemed to smile with relief, yes, he had always been this way, always like this. Even thousands of years later, he was still the same, only now lacking the power he had in the Divine Era.

But given enough time, perhaps there truly was a one in ten thousand chance of ending it all before the disaster erupted.

At the very least, the disaster could be swiftly quelled in a short time after it erupts, right?

Throughout those thousands of years, Calico had read much post-apocalyptic literature that depicted rebuilding a new world on the wasteland, which was certainly better than starting anew.

"I understand, I guess it's time for us to take action too, what is this phage... whatever thing called?"

"Bacteriophage..."

"Yes, the bacteriophage might play an unexpected role. This time, we can complete our mission instead of just standing by," Aunt seemed to be instantly rejuvenated. She approached the petri dish and looked at her daughter-in-law.

Too ordinary, except for a decent mindset.

"Fine, I'll be your teacher then," she said, as the fake Curse Blood appeared in her hand.

This was a degraded version of the Cursed Blood, all she had collected, and while it also had the power to modify organisms, she couldn't quite grasp its full capabilities, using it instead as a blood manipulation ability.

But this time, for the sake of the child she raised, she was determined to go all out.

...

Consciousness Space, within the Magic Academy.

"We've succeeded!" Austin looked at the successful experiment with delight; at this moment, it seemed they had completed a miracle.

Summoning Heroic Spirits!

It was quite different from what they initially imagined, but their progress was far ahead of those fallen mystic scholars. Their summoning no longer depended on Qijela, but rather focused on the fantasy manifestation of Schrodinger's Law.

Xue Dili also understood why the fallen mystic scholars were so eager to summon "evil spirits" because on this land, realizing the manifestation of "Heroic Spirits" was exponentially more challenging than evil spirits.

The essence of the technique was not to call back the hero's soul to the world, but only a concept from one's imagination, gathered spiritual particles from people's consensus.

If Heroic Spirits were summoned in this way, what would appear would be a distorted individual, not the historical figure themselves.

It's like if someone loses their memory, can you recreate the real them by piecing together memories of "him" from those familiar with him?

The answer is definitely no. In fact, what you'll piece together would merely be a monster of desires.

This is the case for familiar people, and modern people's images of Heroic Spirits are even more distorted, so what gets summoned in this way, who knows, so it's not better than evil spirits...

You might end up with a Liu Bei who wields a shotgun, looking bewildered.

"Let's summon evil spirits."

"No problem. Our current technique of summoning evil spirits is the simplest method. If we had a few more months, we could perfect the real Heroic Spirit Summoning Technique. Damn, I really want to meet good old Lovecraft," Austin said.

Xue Dili's mouth twitched. Lovecraft, the great-grandfather of Cthulhu; in this world's view, he should also be considered a mystic scholar.

This old mystic scholar's idol is indeed Lovecraft, which makes sense. Xue Dili calculated the age, and the old mystic scholar Austin was likely a child during the peak of the Cthulhu Mythos in the mid-20th century.

At that time, Cthulhu culture was much more prevalent than it is now.

Now, they've gained power through evil spirits, and Xue Dili doesn't mind since the evil spirits they summon are merely collections of consciousness and thoughts from Earth.

He wanted the evil spirits only to cooperate with their actions, and it didn't matter which evil spirit.

If Odysseus was willing, he could even conjure up this intelligence-gathering expert, to act together, or let Odysseus work with the old mystic scholar in their actions.

After the summoning of evil spirits, Xue Dili offered the birdman armor's channeling opportunity to Odysseus, and the three of them acted together. The summoning of evil spirits was merely to give Austin basic survival capabilities, so he wouldn't need Xue Dili to rescue him every time, at least he could act as a proper Evil Spirit Pokémon Trainer.

"Let's begin." Austin started preparing for the ritual, while Xue Dili assisted him in perfecting the technique.

With a massive infusion of magic power, the fantasy materialization began to work, conducting massive spiritual particle gatherings according to the executed technique principles.

The light blossomed, and as the fantasy materialized by aggregating the spiritual particles of the "evil spirit," everything about that evil spirit was brought into existence, however, what stunned both Xue Dili and old mystic scholar Austin was that the first evil spirit summoned was not some bizarre creature.

It was a slender man, dressed neatly in a gray suit, looking like a stodgy old literary scholar.

If one overlooked the strange stone mask he wore on his face, no one would think he was a "evil spirit" constructed by the technique.

"Living flesh and fresh air, greetings, I may have come to a place I shouldn't have," the "evil spirit" surprisingly spoke first and then began to say, "Let me introduce myself, I'm 'Carter,' an evil spirit. You may also call me..."

"Lovecraft!" Beneath the eerie stone mask, an eerie red glow emanated.

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