Click—
Cracks began appearing on the Summoning Card.
The immense magical energy drawn from countless timelines was something it could no longer endure.
But—it was enough.
Each version of Shirou across those timelines had poured their power into him.
From being utterly overwhelmed by a god, he now stood unshaken, sword pointed straight at his opponent.
What once were mere projections of fake weapons now appeared indistinguishable from their originals—
No—he had even surpassed the originals.
Zzzzt—
Azure arcs of magical light sparked and danced wildly around him, his figure now resembling Ramesseum Tentyris, the attack Ozymandias had once unleashed by sacrificing his own Saint Graph for pure magical energy.
This was the power of all his selves across countless timelines.
This was the ultimate, transcendent form of the Steel-Willed Savior, Shirou Emiya/Nameless/Sanjiro!
With a strength vast and unstoppable, he could now face even a god head-on.
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Fuyuki City Grand Hotel
In the presidential suite, Gilgamesh, watching the video, suddenly winced—his elbow ached as if it had been cut.
There was no injury—just phantom pain.
Staring at the golden goblet in his hand, his lips twitched.
"My dear old friend… Don't tell me your next line is going to be: 'Lion King, how much stock do you have left in that arsenal of yours?'"
This scene—this exact moment—was uncannily reminiscent of the time in Unlimited Blade Works when Shirou had drawn his blade against him.
So similar, in fact, that it made his elbow hurt instinctively.
After watching that timeline's video, Gilgamesh had received the accompanying memories. He could only cringe at how painfully chuuni his past self had been.
But even so… that had still been him.
And now, even the so-called "Perfect King" Artoria had become a merciless god, casually deciding the fate of humanity.
Worse than anything he himself had ever done—personally annihilating countless people.
With each wave of holy judgment descending in golden light, untold lives were erased.
All by her own hand.
By comparison, Gilgamesh had never bothered with slaughtering commoners.
He had simply sought to cleanse the world of its useless mongrels through the All the World's Evils leaking from the Holy Grail.
"In comparison, this king was truly kind."
Gilgamesh took a long swig of red wine, his grin radiant.
"Artoria… I wonder what face you'll make after watching this video?"
Just imagining it made him giddy.
The so-called 'Perfect King,' revealed as a butcher of her own people.
Your so-called love for the people—was that what it looked like when you ran Mordred through with a spear?
If so, then sure—'love them like your own children' indeed!
He swirled the golden wine glass in his hand, sighing.
"My dearest friend… must you always refuse to ask this king for help?"
You could've used his strength—but instead, time and again, you chose to bear it alone. That guy always claimed to be a layabout, that he didn't want to save the world…
But deep down, he was always the guy who wanted to create a world where no one had to suffer.
"A shame… you forgot—someone always gets hurt. And that someone is always you."
The more Gilgamesh understood, the more he respected the stubborn soul buried within that slacker.
His crimson eyes never left the boy in the video.
"Show me just how far you can go…"
That was a real god he faced now.
And gods were what the King of Heroes despised the most.
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Onscreen
Shirou pointed his blade at the Lion King. "As you said—if saving humanity means becoming evil, then I'll gladly become evil."
"You don't meet the standards of the new humanity I envisioned. You are unfit for my utopia." The Lion King finally stood from her throne. "Behold—the Sea at the End. The true face of this planet beneath its false shell!"
BOOM—
The vast palace instantly shattered into particles, vanishing in the blink of an eye.
Just like Camelot, raised in the middle of the desert in a single night.
A miracle.
The divine power of a god.
And behind the now-standing Lion King surged a raging sea—
Not of water, but of violently unstable magical energy.
This was the Sea at the End of the World—not made of water, but of raw, surging mana—rages beyond comprehension.
It is a primordial sea, roiling with chaotic magical energy, where the fabric of the human world collapses, and only the bare bones of the planet's origin remain.
It is not a place meant for humans.
It is the final boundary, the liminal space between the mortal and the divine—where the constructed surface world, humanity's cradle, peels away.
And once the Holy Lance is fully unsealed, the anchor is removed.
The world slips.
And this sea—the Sea at the End—devours everything.
"Bullshit. Utopia? More like your personal zoo—caging humanity to satisfy your twisted vanity," Shirou retorted without holding back.
It wasn't just the online audience in shock now.
Even Mash and the others on-site were stunned.
Of course—he was the last Master of humanity.
Of course he was the Steel-Willed Savior.
Only he would dare roast a god to their face.
"Because of one man's deeds, this planet will meet its end. Human history burned away, the future lost. That contradicts my very existence." The Lion King remained unmoved.
"Without humanity, gods cannot exist. So I must preserve you—no matter the cost. Even the King of Demons shall not stop me. All who are chosen by the Holy Selection shall be treasured forever! My love for humanity—what is wrong with that?"
A single statement laid bare the divine arrogance beneath her cold logic.
Mash, Mordred, Bedivere—all of them stared in stunned silence.
Bedivere, especially, looked tormented.
The king he had so adored, the one he had worshiped…
Now nothing more than a god detached from humanity, seeing people as mere collectibles.
"Hah! All your so-called love is just turning humans into pets!" Shirou shouted, pointing his blade at her again. "This Singularity was not created by the Demon God King—it was you, who became a god! If you love humanity so much, why don't you die for us!?"
She had built Camelot to preserve five hundred so-called "new humans."
But her Holy Lance's inner world could only hold five hundred people.
And the rest of the world?
Left to die.
To save five hundred, she would doom billions.
Bedivere couldn't take it anymore.
"I beg you, my king—look closely at the man before you," Bedivere shouted. "He's the one who stood by your side, from the day you drew the Sword from the Stone… all the way to the Hill of Camlann! Back then, you would have left with him in a heartbeat—if only you weren't bound by duty to protect Britain!
And now… you don't even recognize him?!"
This wasn't just any stranger.
This was the most important person to her.
Even more than Mordred.
Yet she didn't recognize him.
She had truly become… a fake.
The next moment—
Beyond everyone's expectations—
The Lion King replied indifferently, "Nameless? I don't know him. I am a god. I need no teacher—least of all some nameless mortal."
The chat exploded.
YeetTheInfidel-[HOLY SHIT—how would the real King Arthur react to this?!]
4thWarPTSD-[I bet she's crying in the toilet right now.]
SergeantSaunders-[No wonder he never went to find her… ouch.]
GigglesThenShit[This is the cruelest break-up I've ever seen.]
FateBot-[Mordred, just take him already—he's yours now!]
Up to now, the father-daughter feud in Britain had been the audience's favorite drama.
Most sided with Artoria. Mordred was the comedic foil.
But after this?
Support for Mordred skyrocketed.
Then—
The Holy Lance gleamed with golden light.
The Lion King made her move.
She unleashed the same Divine Judgment that once forced Arash into a suicidal clash.
The golden glow of destruction surged forth.
But in front of Shirou—
Layers of petals bloomed.
[Rho Aias – The Seven Rings that Cover the Burning Heavens]
Originally purple, the barrier now shimmered in rainbow hues.
The Holy Judgment slammed into the shield.
CRACK!
One by one, the petals shattered.
But by the fifth layer, the divine light stopped.
The Noble Phantasm—recreated by a Shirou empowered by countless timelines—surpassed the original.
The faker… was now superior to the real thing.
"Oh? You're quite capable," the Lion King admitted. "But it's meaningless. As a mortal, you cannot harm a god."
Her divine arrogance was laid bare.
To her, humanity was an object to protect. Nothing more.
She preserved them—so she could exist eternally.
Only a few were selected. The rest were cast aside.
Their will meant nothing.
"Then allow me, a mere human, to slay a god."
Shirou stood tall, defiant.
Power surged—blue lightning leapt from his form.
"I am the bone of my sword."
"Steel is my body, and fire is my blood."
Beneath his feet, a massive magic circle erupted.
"I have created over a thousand blades."
"Unknown to death. Nor known to life."
He began to recite those unforgettable words—
"Have withstood pain to create many weapons."
"Yet, those hands will never hold anything."
BOOM!
"So as I pray—[Unlimited Blade Works.]"
As Alaya's BGM surged through the vast land, the ground cracked and split wide open.
A god—
Was dragged into the reality marble.
The barren field spread before them.
In the distance, giant gears turned.
All around, swords were embedded in graves—stretching to the horizon.
This was his Reality Marble.
And the crowd?
Lost their minds.
BobUchiha-[LET'S GOOOOO—UNLIMITED BLADE WORKS!!!]
BabySlaneesh-[Lion King, I hope your elbows are insured, because the King of Heroes wasn't.]
EXRankDegenerate-["If it bleeds—then it can be killed!"]
ICastFart-[A mortal… slaying a god… LET'S FUCKING GO! Yo bro @ClipThat!, clip that!]
…
Kirina's eyes sparkled as she watched. "Can he actually kill a god?"
She'd watched Nameless turn the tide from impossible odds too many times to count.
But this was different.
This was a god.
A complete one. Unrestricted.
"Just watch," Sanjiro said quietly, smirking at all the people @-ing Gilgamesh again. Poor guy. Every time a new video dropped, he was the designated meme target.
He probably wasn't having a great day.
Sanjiro suddenly had a worrying thought—
Crap. What if he comes after me?
Sure, it was Alaya that posted the video.
But he was the one who cut off his elbow—twice.
Once was the chuuni Gil.
The other was the stacked Angelica version.
…He'd probably be fine... right?
Sanjiro leaned back on the sofa, enjoying the show.
This newest video, exposing the Camelot Singularity…
He wondered what Artoria would think.
Would she grab Mordred and flee in the night?
"Sigh… I really want to meet Shirou Emiya in person," Kirina pouted. "Get a signed photo or something!"
"Didn't you already?" Sanjiro gave her a strange look.
That guy—stronger than anything here—once charged at you like a fangirl chasing her idol.
Afraid you'd vanish.
"Hmph! Seeing him through a screen doesn't count," Kirina rolled her eyes. "I've met Artoria, Gilgamesh, Jeanne Alter, Mordred—in person."
"…Fair point."
Sanjiro said no more.
What's a few Heroic Spirits?
Back then, all of them wanted to meet you.
Damn it, Alaya… If she really published videos exposing his real identity, what then?
If the kid remembered everything…
It would be chaos.
Just what the hell was that woman planning?
While he pondered—
Back in the video—
The Lion King stood in the Reality Marble, unfazed.
"Mortal… this field is useless against me."
As a god, she was unaffected by such boundaries.
She could tear her way out at any moment.
"I just don't want others to get hurt," Shirou said softly.
This was a battlefield for two. Outside, there were still Mash, Bedivere, the others.
Against a god—he couldn't protect them all.
And here—he was the only one who could be hurt.
The Lion King let out a soft sigh, full of divine compassion.
"Mortal, all things shall one day fade. Only under my protection can you exist forever. Do you truly not wish to submit to me?"
"Heh, all you offer is the fate of a specimen—a lifeless figurine. That's not living at all." Shirou replied coldly, completely unmoved by her attempt to sway him.
Buzz!
A torrent of magical energy surged around his hand, coalescing into a golden blade—one all too familiar:
[Excalibur – Sword of Promised Victory]!
"How interesting. You can project my holy sword," the Lion King murmured as her eyes narrowed. "But it's a pity. You'll never be able to replicate the true Holy Sword of the Star—only a hollow imitation."
Her original sword had long been lost.
Now, all she wielded was the Holy Lance.
But that was enough.
The Lion King brandished Rhongomyniad with a commanding presence.
"Then let me shatter the foolish ambition that mortals should never have. Humanity cannot defeat a god!"
In this moment, the divine Lion King above gave not even a sliver of a chance.
Without hesitation, she began fully releasing the true power of the [Shining Lance of the End].
If the human world was a layer of skin on the surface of the planet, then the Holy Lance was the anchor that pinned that layer in place.
Fully unleashing its power would peel back that skin—
And with it, bring the destruction of humanity.
But—
The Lion King had already selected the "chosen ones" via Holy Selection.
Those few would live forever within the world of the Holy Lance, unaffected by the end.
Her cold and lofty voice echoed out:
"Thirteen Restraints, Release. Round Table Conference, Begin!"
At that moment—
All the Knights of the Round Table under her command received the summons.
One by one, spiritual forms appeared before her—twelve knights of the Round Table. To fully release the Holy Lance, more than half the knights must give their consent.
Under everyone's gaze—
The first knight stepped forward:
"This battle… is a battle for survival—I approve. Kay."
As King Arthur's foster brother, Kay would support her unconditionally, even if she was just a lookalike.
"This battle… is one of noble honor—I approve. Gawain."
The Sun Knight Gawain, naturally, would also support his king without question.
He gripped his weapon tightly, staring coldly at Shirou.
"This battle… is one walked by the brave—I approve. Tristan."
Even Tristan, who had been slain by Shirou earlier, stood by coldly, granting his approval.
"This battle… is not one against the virtuous—I approve. Gareth."
Anyone who raises their blade against the King cannot be counted as virtuous.
"This battle… is not one that defies humanity—I approve. Gaheris."
The King's path was the path of humanity—thus it could be justified.
"This battle… is one seeking truth—I approve. Agravain."
Recently defeated, Agravain stood silent.
Even in death, he believed the King could lead Britain into the future.
In an instant—six Knights of the Round Table gave their approval.
Under everyone's watchful eyes—
"But I refuse!" Mordred spoke without hesitation. "Saying no to you, my self-righteous father, has always been my favorite thing! I absolutely won't approve!"
And after saying those righteous words, she ran straight over and stood behind Shirou.
She made a silly face at the Lion King, smug and defiant.
Countless viewers were dumbfounded, but had to admit: what a smart girl.
"Apologies, my King. I refuse as well." Lancelot denied it too.
With a look of solemn resolve on his face—Ever since his daughter bashed his head in with a castle wall, he had no intention of aiding tyranny again.
"I refuse too!" Mash, the one who inherited Galahad's will, also raised her shield without hesitation.
Even in spirit form, she stood to protect her senpai.
However—
"It's useless. None of you can stop me from unleashing the Holy Lance." The Lion King looked down indifferently at the group of rejecting knights and sneered: "This battle… is one to save the world—I approve. Arthur."
To her, defeating the enemy was part of saving the world—and thus she counted herself.
With that, seven out of thirteen seals were approved.
The viewers were stunned:
Blorbo-[WTF, the Lion King can approve her own vote?!]
AlmightyMiddleFinger-[This isn't a round table—it's a round-table dictatorship!!]
HistorianWithWifi-[Damn, so that's why there are thirteen seals but only twelve knights!]
AlphaSigma-[If Shirou hadn't "recruited" some of them beforehand, she would've released it instantly!!]
…
Buzz!
Under everyone's eyes, the Holy Lance released its true, apocalyptic power.
Cracks split across the entire Reality Marble—unable to contain its full might.
The Lion King raised her lance high, her cold and regal voice thundering:
"Unstoppable light, pierce the world. Shine at the end—become the anchor that tears the sky and binds the earth!"
[Rhongomyniad – The Lance That Shines to the End of the World]!
CRACK!
The Reality Marble was ripped apart by enormous fractures, unable to withstand the full release of the Lance.
This was the Anchor of the World—its complete release would peel away the world's outer layer and bring ruin.
BOOM!
A dazzling pillar of holy light surged toward the boy. The Reality Marble shattered instantly, offering no resistance at all!
Countless viewers felt an overwhelming sense of suffocating despair.
No one expected Shirou's enhanced Reality Marble would still fail to restrain her.
And in that despair—Tiny golden feathers began to shimmer over Shirou's body, completely encasing him.
It appeared fragile…
But it withstood the full-power release of the Holy Lance.
It was—
[Avalon – The Everdistant Utopia]!
Said to be the strongest defense in all creation—not even Excalibur Morgan could pierce it!
A true face-tank of the Holy Lance!
Shirou raised his hand and declared:
"I am the Master of Countless Blades! With my body, I forge the swords!"
Countless blades began to rise.
A massive, furnace-like forge appeared—gathering and fusing them all.
In Shirou's hand once again formed a weathered yet sacred weapon—
A nameless sword forged from countless wills of steel.
DONG—DONG—DONG—!
Like a bell tolling the end of all things.
Shirou compressed all the magical energy in his body and channeled it into this single strike.
Then—
He swung the blade at the Lion King:
"Hear this—your name is now revealed by the tolling of the bell! Divine one above—witness what it means to fall!"
Everyone watching held their breath—
A dazzling, radiant slash flew forth—carrying the will of countless swords, cutting through space and time.
The Lion King tried to block, but her lance was struck from her hands.
She couldn't defend at all.
Eyes wide in disbelief, she watched as the nameless sword carved through her.
The divine aura that once placed her above all living beings—
Shattered and vanished.
The almighty god—
Was de-divinized by a single strike.
She fell from divinity—back to being human.