The preview PV officially concluded.
Countless viewers immediately erupted—
["Dammit, cliffhanger! Why tease us instead of just releasing it?!"]
["Could it be that Alaya is also waiting to watch the video? Maybe they can only release it after she sees it?"]
["Nonsense! How could that be? Are you trying to break the fourth wall or something?"]
["January 19th is my birthday! Getting to see how Solomon, that scourge of human history, finally dies would be the best gift ever!"]
["Heh, seriously can't wait. A Grand Servant who insists on burning human history—we absolutely need to slaughter him in the most brutal ways possible!"]
...
Souma watched the flood of comments with a strange expression. "I hope you all won't be crying when the time comes."
Remembering his past life...
Countless Masters had been buzzing with excitement, eager to see Solomon defeated before Christmas—certain he wouldn't survive the holiday.
Yet when it actually happened, those same Masters wept, realizing he truly hadn't lived to see Christmas after all!
He longed so desperately to be an ordinary human, yet at the critical moment, he still chose without hesitation to offer up everything he had.
After the world was reset.
Souma, too, yearned deeply for a peaceful, ordinary life, utterly weary of battle.
Even invincible power had lost its appeal.
Simplicity was the truest form of happiness.
Really, we're all the same!
The countdown had already been announced.
Three days!
Only three days left!
Souma watched the new video upload teaser released by [Alaya], his heart heavy.
Just as the other had said.
The existence and arrival of enemy after enemy forced both Him and him to keep moving forward.
[Alaya], as the collective self-preservation consciousness of humanity, possessed a clairvoyance-like ability to foresee the future of mankind's survival.
In just over two months, it had frantically updated numerous videos—all to ensure that, by the time the great calamity arrived, he would have regained as much of his combat strength as possible.
Souma sighed softly. "Really, one after another, without end!"
"Isn't it good that the updates are fast? Unlike some slackers who only upload one or two videos a year!"
Roya gave him a strange look.
Every video uploaded by the content creator [Alaya] could be treated as the most spectacular special-effects film.
It boasted what could be called the strongest production team—directors, editors, cinematographers—all working together to craft breathtaking documentaries about Heroic Spirits.
Yes, documentaries, not films.
You could even add a line to them—
[This story is entirely true! Any resemblance means you were there!]
The pasts of countless Heroic Spirits were meticulously unveiled, one after another.
And all these Heroic Spirits were inextricably linked by that nameless guardian who silently defended human order.
So that everyone could learn of the untold greatness of that forgotten protector.
Thinking of this, Roya couldn't help but hum softly:
"Will you go? Are you worthy? This tattered cloak."
"Will you fight? Fight on! For the humblest of dreams."
"To the sobs and roars in the dark of night."
"Who says only those in the light are heroes?"
This song was the perfect embodiment.
Without [Alaya]'s exposés, no one would have remembered that nameless hero who once swore to defend humanity to the death.
Silently guarding mankind, sacrificing everything for them, fighting until his body was covered in wounds—yet willingly resetting the world to be forgotten by all.
Really, just thinking about it was enough to move one to tears!
Roya stared at the now-blackened screen and said, "Finally, we'll get to see the Final Singularity—see the ridiculous sight of that terrifying Demon God King being defeated!"
Everything was the Demon God King's fault!
Burning human history as fuel, distorting history into Singularities—truly, there was no evil he wouldn't commit.
Roya simply couldn't understand.
Why would someone like him, the illustrious King of Mages Solomon, cast aside all his past glory and people, willingly descending into the role of the Demon God King?
He must have been out of his mind, right?
"You really are looking forward to it, huh." Souma's gaze grew increasingly odd as he watched her.
After the world was reset, all memories related to those who existed on Earth had been erased.
It was equivalent to wiping out their very [existence].
And [Alaya]'s videos, in turn, were effectively restoring that "existence," naturally allowing them to reclaim their lost memories.
To put it more bluntly—
It was like a hard drive that had been completely formatted, all its data and information gone without a trace.
But a master had restored it, retrieving all the deleted information!
By then, the brat would completely break free from the seal and regain her terrifying original power.
So powerful it would drive everyone to despair!
"Of course I'm looking forward to it! After all, that's the ultimate final boss behind the scenes." Roya's little face was full of excitement.
Faintly, she suddenly felt that after the new video was released, something different might happen.
A strange sensation beyond words.
Could it be... I'm about to awaken as a Demi-Servant?
Roya grew even more excited.
She had been a devoted fan of all Heroic Spirits since birth and had always longed to become one.
Longed for it so desperately that she spent all her pocket money on Heroic Spirit merchandise.
This bone-deep yearning clearly indicated she must have had some connection to Heroic Spirits in her past life.
She might even have been one herself!
Roya firmly believed this.
Suddenly, she covered one eye with her hand and shouted dramatically: "Explode, reality! Shatter, mind! Banishment—this world!"
Whack
"What kind of chuunibyou nonsense are you spouting now?" Souma flicked her forehead.
Roya pouted in dissatisfaction: "Hmph! The destructive power dwelling within my body is about to awaken. You'll definitely be shocked when it happens!"
"Yeah yeah, I'll be so shocked I'll beg for mercy. Don't forget to spare me then." Souma ruffled her hair roughly.
"Hahaha! Then shouldn't you be kneeling to lick my feet properly?"
Roya shook off his mischievous hand.
She stood up from the couch, placing one white-stockinged foot on his thigh while tilting her chin up proudly to look down at him.
"I refuse!"
Souma rolled his eyes and casually tickled the sole of her foot.
The ticklish sensation made her immediately retract her foot.
Watching the carefree brat still playing around, Souma fell into deep thought.
After the video gets exposed...
If I can't win, maybe begging for mercy will save me?
I hope you remember these words!
But it's useless.
Even if he could survive by then, humanity would still face extinction.
What meaning would there be in living alone?
With less than three days left, the survival of humanity would once again be placed before everyone.