“Sigh, this is our mistake. At first, humans were deceived by the Alien Gods, which led them to see other races as enemies and start wars.
My sister and I thought that once the Alien Gods were defeated, humans would realize their mistakes and change.
But we didn’t anticipate that even after overthrowing the Alien Gods, humans wouldn’t recognize their wrongs. Instead, they intensified their aggression against other races.”
Helaetis let out a sigh as she spoke.
“Then why couldn’t you stop them? You’re the gods of this world!”
Vera’s voice carried a tone of accusation. She had never imagined that the suffering of Mimic Beasts and other non-human races was caused by the gods’ failure and inaction.
“We are gods, it’s true, but precisely because we are gods, we cannot interfere with humans and other races. Moreover, at that time, we were severely wounded in the great war against the Alien Gods and were about to fall into a Divine Slumber. We had neither the time nor the means to intervene in humanity’s choices.”
Helaetis explained to Vera.
“So, you did nothing?! You just let humans invade and exterminate other races!”
Clearly, Vera was not swayed by Helaetis’s explanation. She gritted her teeth, clenched her fists, and glared up at the goddess before her.
“No. After we realized how serious the problem was, we did everything we could to make amends.”
Helaetis gently shook her head in denial.
“Heh, amends. What amends have you gods made? Now, in this world, besides humans and Mimic Beasts like me, maybe only the last remnants of Orc bloodline barely survive on the fringes of the world, right?
Humans rule this world. And you gods—what exactly have you mended? Nothing, haven’t you saved anything…”
Vera’s clenched fists slowly loosened in defeat.
Because she knew that unless Helaetis could turn back time, all the tragedy was already irreversible.
“But there is actually a turning point, little Mimic Beast.”
Helaetis stepped forward and took Vera’s hand.
“A turning point?”
“Yes. Little Mimic Beast, you and your kind are exactly the method our gods devised to mend our mistakes.”
Helaetis nodded affirmatively.
“We Mimic Beasts are the method you gods use to fix your mistakes?”
Vera pointed at herself in confusion. This was the first time she had heard of this.
“That’s right! It was my sister, the Goddess of Life and Light, Ifrit, who created you before she fell into her slumber.
She fused the Bloodline Seeds of all the races in this world into your Mimic Beasts’ bodies.
Once my sister recovers her divine form and awakens, she can use the Bloodline Seeds preserved in you Mimic Beasts to revive those extinct races!”
Helaetis explained the origin of Vera’s race to her.
“It does seem to line up with the timeline.”
Vera calculated in her mind when the earliest Mimic Beast ancestors had appeared according to racial inheritance knowledge. It was within about a hundred years of the Church announcing the gods’ “Divine Slumber.”
“Exactly! So, little Mimic Beast, you’ve misjudged us gods.”
Helaetis’s face showed a confident smile.
‘So, the humans hunting us Mimic Beasts—was that also influenced by the Alien Gods? If so, that means at least one Alien God’s will has already revived within the past two hundred years?’
Vera connected Helaetis’s explanation of the Mimic Beasts’ origins and mission with the Hunt-the-Beast Operation humans had launched against Mimic Beasts two hundred years ago.
“Goddess, what would happen if Mimic Beasts like me also went extinct?”
Vera asked Helaetis.
“If Mimic Beasts go extinct, it would be disastrous! Not only would those extinct races never return, but the World Rules of this world would also be rewritten!”
Helaetis’s face grew unusually serious.
“The World Rules rewritten? What would happen after that?”
Vera pressed further.
“Simply put, the magic in this world would vanish entirely, becoming a world without magic. Gods like me would disappear as well.
Without our protection, the Alien Gods and their minions could easily invade and occupy our world.
Back then, the Alien Gods deceived humans into attacking other races to make them disappear, leaving only humans, so they could rewrite the World Rules.”
Helaetis gave a brief explanation, then spoke confidently.
“But don’t worry—that’s the worst-case scenario. Now that I’m awake and we’ve met, nothing unexpected will happen.”
“Then, what if I told you that humans launched a Hunt-the-Beast Operation two hundred years ago, hunting down my kind en masse, and now the only Mimic Beast I can find is myself? What would happen?”
“Cough—!”
Helaetis was choked by Vera’s words.
“Goddess! Are you alright?”
Vera supported Helaetis with concern.
“I’m, I’m fine. Say that again? Are you sure the only Mimic Beast you know of is yourself?”
Helaetis steadied herself and asked Vera again.
“Yes.”
Vera nodded, then recounted the Hunt-the-Beast Operation from two hundred years ago, and her plan to infiltrate Anke’s side to help him ascend the throne, then use his power to gather and protect any surviving kin to revive their race, all to Helaetis.
“Goddess, after hearing what you said, I feel like some Alien God might have already revived two hundred years ago.
Why else would humans suddenly launch an extermination hunt against us Mimic Beasts? I’m sure we’ve never provoked humans.”
Vera shared her thoughts with Helaetis.
“Your guess is reasonable. But if an Alien God’s will had revived, they would have had their followers resurrect them within two hundred years.
I suspect it’s remnants of the Alien Demon Minions from the war a thousand years ago. They sensed my sister’s preparations and targeted Mimic Beasts so ruthlessly.”
Helaetis offered a more likely explanation.
“Then, what should I do?”
Now that Vera understood her goal of reviving the Mimic Beast race was not just for her kind but for the safety of the whole world, she sought a more reliable approach from Helaetis.
“Then follow your plan. Support Anke, make him strong, and let him claim the throne. Your missions don’t conflict—to deal with those Alien Demon Minions, he must become powerful anyway.”
“I understand, Goddess.”
After a moment’s thought, Vera nodded in confirmation.
At that moment, under the witness of the Goddess of Death and Night, the fates of Vera and Anke had quietly become intertwined.
“By the way, little Mimic Beast, I’m curious about something.”
“You are, Goddess?”
“Little Mimic Beast, why did you mimic into a woman?”
“Why a woman? Because women are easier for men to let their guard down.”
“I see. I thought you might have become a woman because you liked that human.”
“Who would like a human! I only did it to revive my race!”
“Alright, I might have guessed wrong. But little Mimic Beast, how old are you?”
“314 years old. Why, Goddess? Why suddenly ask my age?”
“I remember that the Mimic Beasts my sister created, in female form, can control the offspring they bear with other races to always be Mimic Beasts.
Little Mimic Beast, at 314, you’re in your prime for bearing offspring. If you can’t find any other Mimic Beasts later, why not let Anke help you ‘plant seeds’ and birth more little Mimic Beasts? That would count as saving the world.”
Helaetis made a “planting” gesture, curving her left thumb and index finger into a circle and inserting her right index finger through it.
“No way! I would never bear offspring for Anke! Goddess, don’t joke like that!”
Vera’s face flushed red instantly.
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