Nameless, the Master who had always preferred to stand quietly in the shadows, indifferent to glory, fame, or spoils of war—
Now bathed in endless dragon's blood, he became the undisputed protagonist of the battlefield.
The colossal dragon lay utterly defeated, and all who witnessed it stared at him in awe.
The three lofty deities now also offered their applause and admiration to this visitor from another time and space.
All the viewers watching the video couldn't help but feel their blood boiling with excitement.
One after another, they clapped and cheered—
-[The dragon-slaying hero Nameless! He's absolutely legendary!]
-[He actually did it! Alone, facing and slaying the terrifying demon dragon, proving humanity's strength and hope to the gods!]
-[Once again, I witness the birth of a heroic epic—no, a myth!]
-[Could it really be possible to gather the power of the Twelve Olympian Gods and become a divine hero surpassing the gods?]
-[I wonder how the Pantheon of the United States will react to this scene!]
...
Above the Epang Palace in China.
Numerous heroic spirits had gathered together.
Zhuge Liang, waving his feather fan, smiled broadly: "As expected, the gods of the United States are nothing but thieves!"
From the very beginning, when Nameless met the gods of the United States, he had scornfully referred to them as thieves.
Now, Alaya's video had completely proven this point.
This Nameless heroic spirit was clearly challenging the Twelve Olympian Gods, undertaking twelve ultimate trials.
Through this, he would gain the blessings of the gods and become the strongest hero surpassing them, defeating the former divine king who had been granted the Holy Grail by the Demon God King.
Yet, in reality, the Pantheon of the United States, under the guise of divinity, insisted on forcibly capturing Nameless.
"After the video ends, let's see how the Pantheon of the United States tries to justify themselves!" Chen Gong also smiled widely.
In his mind, the image of the fireworks from before flashed once more.
This time, he would definitely use the gods to set off fireworks.
If necessary, he could lend Nameless a hand, helping him unleash his full power to defeat those false gods!
Qin Shi Huang said calmly, "Continue researching and analyzing the War God mecha. After the video ends, the Pantheon of the United States may declare war on us."
Those thieves had always claimed to be the rightful successors of the Olympian Gods.
But this exposé video had thoroughly exposed them.
"It's a shame our technology still isn't advanced enough to truly decipher the machine gods," Zhuge Liang sighed, feeling a headache coming on.
After all, this thing was a divine-level existence.
An alien mechanical lifeform from the depths of the universe.
With China's current technological level, it was impossible to fully analyze it, let alone mass-produce it.
Deciphering and replicating the War God mecha was many times harder than defeating the gods of the United States!
Chen Gong said eagerly, "Since the King of Heroes and King Arthur both have follow-up videos, perhaps after His Majesty the First Emperor's video is revealed, our technology will leap forward!"
Those two kings had experienced explosive growth in power after their Singularity videos were exposed.
Our First Emperor was certainly no less than those kings.
Or rather, with its complete five-thousand-year civilization, China was the most unique nation in the world.
Once the related Singularity video was revealed, who knew how much progress would be made!
"This emperor is also looking forward to it."
Qin Shi Huang gazed at the screen, watching Nameless receive the blessings of the War God and the Goddess of Wisdom, growing increasingly curious about what astonishing feats he might display in his own follow-up video.
How could the First Emperor of the Ages possibly lose to the kings of those foreign minor states?
The video continued.
Athena smiled approvingly: "Now, begin your divine trials! You shall gather the power of the gods and become a divine hero surpassing them all!"
A visitor from another world, yet the prophesied savior destined to rescue both gods and humanity.
"Alright, I'll strive to complete the Twelve Trials!"
Nameless solemnly pledged.
Then, his gaze turned to the little princess beside him: "I'm sorry, but I must leave."
"Fine, go ahead and leave then."
The little princess carried a large leather bag, already fully prepared.
Its interior had been magically expanded dozens of times, packed with her magical and daily necessities—essentially a mobile traveling cottage.
"I'm leaving alone." Nameless gently shook his head.
The trials of the twelve chief gods undoubtedly represented endless perils, making it impossible to bring her along.
Their earlier exchange via the Holy Grail's magical array was precisely to ensure they owed each other nothing.
Nameless spoke with utmost seriousness: "As I said from the beginning, I'm merely a passerby. I can't bear the weight of your entire life."
"If you confess your love to me, how about I give you the entire kingdom?"
Medea smiled with an innocent, guileless expression.
"I'm sorry. Though your offer is generous, I bear the mission to save the world." Nameless remained unyielding.
"Fine, leave if you must. As a witch, isn't it natural for me to embark on my own magical journey?" Medea bit her lip.
However, before she could say more, the two figures before her vanished without a trace.
The gods had intervened, teleporting them away instantly!
The little princess stood silently for a moment.
"Who is this beauty, wielding a staff that marks her as a witch, draped in flowing purple hair, radiating brilliance so dazzling even the sun would squint in admiration?"
Tilting her head toward the sun, a sudden smile bloomed on her delicate face: "That's right—it's me, Medea, the little princess of Colchis!"
"Nameless, you'll regret leaving me!"
Her smile was radiant, yet tears streamed down uncontrollably.
She knew why he refused to let her follow.
Because she was too weak.
He feared putting her in danger.
And it was precisely this understanding that wounded the little princess even more.
As her elder sister approached, the princess clutched her chest: "Aunt Circe, why does it hurt so much here?"
Having never faced hardship in her life, always brimming with pride and confidence, the little princess now felt an unparalleled pain.
"Hotter than hope, colder than despair—this is what they call love!"
The legendary seductress and fallen witch of myth now wore a gentle smile as she reached out to stroke the little princess's hair.
With a soft sigh, she murmured, "My adorable little princess, let your aunt teach you how to become a proper witch."
"If you love someone, turn them into a pig and keep them by your side forever~"
Circe's smile grew even more delighted.
The little princess was like a blank sheet of paper.
For her, the process of staining that purity with darkness was an intoxicating pleasure.
This harmonious scene between mentor and disciple, however, sent countless onlookers into an uproar—
-[It's over! The adorable little princess is going to become a cruel, treacherous witch!]
-[Ahhh, Nameless and Circe, give us back our angelic Medea!]
-[Nameless is truly a sinful man—charging into someone's heart and then leaving without hesitation!]
-[Nameless didn't do anything wrong, though. He always emphasized it was an equal exchange—so, if I ever meet such an innocent little princess, I could trick her into bed ten times in one night!]
-[Careful, or you'll be turned into a pig and sent straight to the grill, becoming the star of 'Life on a Skewer'!]
Under the regretful gazes of countless spectators, the man had already been transported to another place, embarking on his next trial.
On the ocean, towering waves surged violently.
A god wielding a trident and seated upon a chariot appeared before him: "Master from another world, your trial is to slay a monster!"
"What kind of monster?"
Nameless asked seriously.
This god was none other than the ruler of the seas—
Poseidon, the Sea King!
He was the elder brother of Zeus, King of Gods, and the younger brother of Hades, Lord of the Underworld—one of the most powerful deities in existence.
After defeating Cronus, the three brothers divided the world among themselves.
Zeus claimed the sky, becoming the King of Gods.
Hades claimed the Underworld, becoming its ruler.
Poseidon claimed the oceans, becoming their sovereign.
When he raged, monstrous sea creatures would emerge from the depths, bringing slaughter in their wake.
When he swung his trident, terrifying tsunamis and storms would arise, devouring all things on land.
Countless people living by the sea worshipped him with fanatical devotion.
"A monster of unparalleled evil, destined to slaughter countless humans in the future!"
Poseidon brandished his trident.
The sea churned into a storm, forming a translucent ship that swiftly carried Nameless and Mash toward an island deep in the ocean.
And then, a painfully familiar figure appeared on the screen.
Clad in a black hood, her long purple hair swayed gently.
Her petite frame, standing at only 1.3 meters, gazed at the two with an innocent expression.
"Eh?! It's Ana!" Mash couldn't help but exclaim.
Indeed, standing before them was none other than Gorgon—who had once aided them in the Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia singularity!
An angelic little loli.
The moment she appeared, Roya, who was watching the video, also gasped in shock: "Don't tell me Poseidon's trial is to kill Ana?!"
Gorgon was the infamous snake-haired monster of Greek mythology.
Anyone who met her gaze would turn to stone!
The great hero Perseus, with the aid of Athena and Hermes, had barely managed to slay her.
Perseus presented her head to Athena, who embedded it into the shield of the Goddess of Wisdom.
Oh, and Perseus's father was also Zeus.
The mother of Heracles was none other than the granddaughter of Perseus, and his father was also Zeus!
This is the chaos of Greek mythology.
When Roya first read this, it shocked her for an entire year, completely opening the door to a new world.
"Probably," Cú Chulainn nodded.
The trial of Poseidon, the Sea God, was naturally not something to be easily overcome.
In reality.
Among the Gorgon sisters, only the youngest, Medusa, had a mortal body that could be slain.
The elder sisters, Stheno and Euryale, were both divine beings.
In mythology.
Medusa was depicted as a snake-haired monster, yet here she appeared as a little girl, clearly indicating she had been killed once before.
From her corpse was born Ana, identical to her sisters!
Naturally, the two elder sisters would protect her like a treasure. Having been killed once, how could they allow Nameless to strike again and kill her?
The key point was, Nameless couldn't possibly kill Anna!
They were comrades-in-arms in Absolute Demonic Front: Babylonia, fighting side by side.
Roya clicked her tongue in amazement: "Doesn't that mean Nameless can't complete Poseidon's trial?"
"That's hard to say."
Cú Chulainn wouldn't speak in absolutes, fearing he'd be proven wrong.
That terrifying man had been creating miracles left and right—who knew what he might do next?
Under their watchful gazes.
Nameless stepped toward the little girl: "Long time no see, Ana—or should I say, Medusa."
"You... know me?"
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