On screen, Nameless was smiling just as slyly as the shady merchant opposite him.
Bullet comments instantly flooded in—
-[Holy shit! A middleman taking the difference!!!]
-[Apply for cultural heritage protection! Quick, before someone else claims it!]
-[I always wondered—if 30% of [Gate of Babylon]'s gems were given to the goddess, where did the remaining 20% go? Turns out Nameless pocketed it himself!]
-[Damn, if this hadn't been exposed, even the King of Heroes probably wouldn't have known the details.]
...
"Well done, my dear best friend."
Gilgamesh narrowed his eyes slightly: "I was originally planning to waive your 220 million debt, but it seems you don't need that money after all!"
Don't underestimate 30% of the gems.
The treasures within [Gate of Babylon] were initially very few, not even one ten-thousandth of what they are now.
However, over time, as the oldest king, the King of Heroes had stored nearly every significant treasure in human history.
The power of the contract ensured that no matter how much [Gate of Babylon] expanded, it would always be missing those 30% of gems!
Most crucially, Gilgamesh had agreed to 30% of the gems, including future additions, but Nameless only gave Ishtar 10% from that specific period.
This meant Ishtar received only a tiny fraction, with no claim to future gems.
Nameless had effectively secured the full 30% for himself!
No wonder that useless goddess Ishtar was always dirt poor.
Her 21st-century counterpart, Rin Tohsaka, was similarly broke.
If she'd truly received that many gems, how could she possibly be poor?
That damn best friend of his was truly cunning.
He'd outright stolen 30% of his treasury!
Siduri timidly asked from the side: "My king, are you angry?"
"Not at all," Gilgamesh replied.
"Really not angry?"
"No!"
Siduri glanced at the shattered cup in his hand and fell silent.
Truly the King of Heroes—his words never matched his actions. It seemed Souma's debt was about to skyrocket!
She wondered if Souma could even repay it.
Given that nameless heroic spirit's strength, paying it off should be a breeze.
Surely no one actually believed he'd become just an ordinary shut-in?
The video continued.
Dr. Roman spoke up: "Nameless, you weren't actually injured, so why did you lie to the King of Heroes?"
As he ate strawberry cake, he answered with a guilty conscience.
After Nameless's conversation with Tiamat, he'd received vast primordial creation energy from her, using it to resurrect the underworld goddess Ereshkigal.
He then channeled the remaining energy to restore the entire world, repairing the Singularity.
Once this was done, his body dissolved into light, vanishing from the sight of Gilgamesh and everyone else.
However.
Under Tiamat's protection, he hadn't sustained even a scratch, let alone sacrificed himself.
Dr. Roman had been about to tell the King of Heroes when Nameless bribed him with strawberry cake, asking him to pretend to be grief-stricken.
That was how he'd ended up with strawberry cake stains trailing down his chin.
"Because last time when severing the connection between humans and gods, I tricked the King of Heroes once. This time, I'll continue pretending to have sacrificed myself for the singularity, making him weep with emotion so he'll forget about that previous deception."
Nameless tilted his head at a 45-degree angle. "Don't worship me—after all, I'm just a legend, a nobody!"
"Darling, I get the feeling you just want to look cool," Da Vinci stared at him.
"The showdown between man and god, the Master's sacrifice—how poetic doesn't that sound? Isn't it full of legendary charm?"
Nameless chuckled. "Anyway, as long as I don't tell and you don't tell, the King of Heroes will never know. Let him stay moved."
Seeing this.
Roya couldn't help clicking her tongue in amazement: "Nameless is truly the Flag Planting General!"
Earlier, when watching the finale of Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia.
Romani Archaman of Chaldea had looked sorrowful while saying Nameless was gone, but when tears streamed down his face, everyone felt something was off.
They all suspected something was wrong.
Never would they have imagined that Romani had been bribed by Nameless with cake to act, colluding to deceive the King of Heroes!
"..."
Nameless's mouth twitched.
Originally, when facing the gods of the United States, the King of Heroes had rushed over eagerly to help him.
He hadn't even fled when facing Tiamat, proving far more reliable than those two sister goddesses.
Clearly moved by his performance in the previous singularity, he was practically ready to drink the love potion and pledge himself.
But seeing this now.
That guy probably wants to imitate how he treated Merlin—by force-feeding him the love potion!
Damn you, Alaya!
Why show this segment? You're clearly trying to screw me over!
Most crucially, the King of Heroes knows his location—he can run, but he can't hide.
Should he go to the Epang Palace and hide with Qin Shi Huang for a while?
...
On screen.
After a brief exchange.
Romani Archaman took a deep breath: "Master and Mash, your mission this time is to retrieve the Holy Grail and repair the affected Human Order as much as possible."
"The Holy Grail's exact target is unknown, but it will definitely be somewhere around Greece."
"Then, mobilizing all of Chaldea's resources—commence the Spiritron Transfer program!"
"May fortune favor your endeavors!"
Hum~
The magic circle began glowing, sending the two across the timeline to an era more terrifying than Uruk—when all gods walked freely upon the earth!
The scene flashed, and the two of them, along with Fou, appeared in mid-air once again.
This time, Mash was far more adept as she began her summoning: "Manifest—"
"Lord Camelot!"
The magnificent walls of Camelot materialized in an instant, shielding the two from all fall damage.
However.
No sooner had they steadied themselves than they noticed a large crowd of people staring dumbfounded at them.
Nameless felt a twinge of awkwardness. "Huh, seems like our landing spot was a little off?"
The entire crowd closed in, glaring at them angrily.
Fou wriggled out from Nameless' collar:
"Fou... fou! (You two nearly squished me flat!)"
Earlier, when the two had clung to each other, they had almost crushed him into a Fou pancake!
At that moment.
They noticed a group of ragged children behind them, their expressions a mix of fear and unease.
A little girl stepped forward bravely. "Um, are you the heroes who've come to save us?"
"Eh? What's happened to you all?" Mash asked, gripping her shield in confusion.
Something was clearly amiss.
Before the children could respond.
The surrounding group of burly men glared at the two and snapped, "Speak! Who are you, daring to meddle in our affairs?"
In the Age of Gods, the air was thick with immense magical energy, enough to empower even ordinary people.
Not to mention the demigod heroes who walked the earth, achieving countless great feats.
Even a band of bandits wouldn't recklessly provoke others—
Afraid of kicking an iron plate.
Nameless surveyed the bandits calmly and declared, "I am one who neither changes name nor alters surname. Call me Heracles!"
"Eh, Senpai?!" Mash was stunned.
That was the name of the mighty Heracles—how could he just steal it like that?
What was even more peculiar.
The bandits shook their heads, glowering at him. "Never heard of him!"
Countless onlookers burst into laughter in an instant—
-[Neither changes name nor alters surname… Nameless really knows how to play the game!]
-[Congratulations to Heracles for successfully taking the blame!]
-[Heracles earned his name after completing the Twelve Labors, meaning "the glory of Hera." Tsk, Nameless is pretending to shift blame but is actually flattering Hera!]
-[Is Nameless trying to win over the Twelve Olympians?]
-[You're on the first layer, but Nameless is in the stratosphere! He's probably planning to befriend the Twelve Olympians first, then expel them all when the two pantheons turn on each other!]
...
"Eh? So this is how Nameless met Berserker?"
Illya stared at the screen in astonishment.
Earlier, when she had gained the right to summon Heracles, she had asked him to protect Nameless as well.
To which Heracles had agreed without hesitation—clearly, the two were acquainted.
Otherwise, given his overprotective fatherly demeanor, he would never have agreed so readily.
"Big Brother must be worried about affecting human history, which is why he used the name Heracles," Miyu speculated in response.
As a Guardian of Human Order, Nameless was like a butterfly that had traveled to the past—the slightest flap of its wings could alter the course of human history.
Thus, he had chosen the title of [Nameless].
Content to remain unnamed, silently safeguarding humanity.
"Maybe. Once we see Nameless and Heracles meet, the truth will come to light," Illya nodded.
Under their watchful gazes.
The bandits, now certain that Nameless was no renowned demigod hero, launched their attack without hesitation.
The battle erupted in an instant.
Mash held her shield, sheltering all the children captured by the bandits behind her.
The walls of Camelot manifested once again.
And once more, she shut herself outside the gates, protecting all the children within.
As long as she wasn't killed, none of the children would suffer the slightest harm!
Truly the strongest, most perfect shield maiden!
Meanwhile, Nameless projected [Kanshou and Byakuya] in his hands, transforming into a blur as he charged fiercely toward the bandits.
This was a massacre!
After confirming the identities of the bandits, Nameless showed no mercy, effortlessly slaughtering one enemy after another.
Just then.
From a hidden corner in the distance, a bandit prepared to shoot a sneak arrow at Nameless.
Whoosh!
A sharp arrow suddenly whistled from another direction, pinning the bandit brutally against a tree.
Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!
From the depths of the distant forest, a nimble figure abruptly appeared, rapidly firing arrows in a frenzy.
This was a cold-blooded killer who roamed the woods, each draw of the bowstring guaranteeing the death of another bandit.
In the blink of an eye.
The child-trafficking bandits had been completely wiped out!
Nameless sheathed his weapons and gazed toward the forest: "Please come out. We... we should at least be considered allies, I suppose."
At his call.
A figure suddenly appeared, scoffing coldly: "Hmph, I don't know you at all. We're not allies!"
The girl had brownish-green hair and emerald-green eyes.
She wore a beautiful emerald-green dress with black thigh-high stockings.
These anachronistic outfits aside.
She even had a pair of animal ears and a tail, exuding a fantastical charm that seemed to belong only in myths.
A catgirl straight out of anime and legends!
Nameless smiled and spoke: "Hello, Atalanta. Thank you for helping us rescue these innocent children."
The audience erupted in exclamations—
-[Catgirl! A living, breathing cat-eared girl!]
-[Holy shit, Atalanta, the heroic spirit from Greek mythology, has appeared too!]
-[This is the famous huntress from Greek myths known for her running speed, and she absolutely adores children!]
-[Tsk, Atalanta had a traumatic childhood and hates men. No way Nameless can win her over, right?]
-[Hard to say. That guy is a Grand-level beauty!]
In real-world Greece.
A massive children's rescue center.
Atalanta stared blankly at the screen: "Huh? Why am I appearing too?"
Though she preferred living in the forests as a huntress, after descending into the modern world, she had negotiated with local authorities to establish this large-scale children's rescue center.
All to help those innocent children.
"You're a heroic spirit from the Age of Gods in Greece. Isn't this perfectly normal?"
Beside her, Medea, clad in a black sorcerer's robe, replied calmly.
Though feared by many as the Witch of Betrayal, she had come this time at Atalanta's invitation.
She wanted to check if any of the children had the potential to become magi, hoping to create a small magic academy modeled after China's Fuyuki Magecraft Academy.
"Oh~"
Atalanta didn't argue.
Both women hailed from the Greek Age of Gods and had known each other since their days aboard the Argo.
This collaboration was also for the sake of giving the children a better future.
Medea smiled knowingly: "Atalanta, I think you'll be charmed by Nameless!"
"Impossible!"
Atalanta flatly denied.
Born into royalty yet abandoned on a mountain by her father—a king desperate for a son—simply for being a daughter, she narrowly escaped death.
Fortunately, a mother bear who had lost her own cub found and nursed her, allowing her to survive. Later, under the care and guidance of a hunter, she honed her natural talent and diligence, swiftly becoming a formidable huntress.
From childhood, she worshipped the Goddess of the Hunt—Artemis, the Moon Goddess—becoming her most fervent devotee. She swore an oath to remain eternally pure, vowing never to take a man.
Even when her wretched father later found her and tried to force her into marriage, she refused without hesitation. That incident only deepened her distrust of men.
Given such circumstances, how could she possibly fall for anyone?
No matter how charming Nameless might be, he could never sway her heart!
"Oh, are you sure?"
Medea lowered her hood, revealing the youthful, adorable face of a maiden, her eyes brimming with amused delight.
Though known in legend as the terrifying Witch of Betrayal, she now appeared as this charming young girl. Ordinary people weren't even worthy of seeing her like this—only fellow Heroic Spirits of her caliber.
"Of course! By the name of Lady Artemis, I, Atalanta, would sooner be pierced by arrows than ever fall for a man!"
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