Modern Greece.
The infamous Witch of Betrayal, Medea, frowned at the screen. "So, what exactly happened next?"
During the battle against the Demon God Pillars, she had also descended in the form of a 14-year-old girl to assist Nameless in battle.
She had even turned the Demon God Paimon into a grilled meat pie, intending to invite Nameless for a barbecue that night.
Along with a little love potion or something, to ensure he could never leave her.
As an innocent and kind-hearted little witch, what ill intentions could she possibly have?
But the problem was—
Just as the video was about to reach its grand finale, everything seemed so perfect.
Was it really possible for not a single person to die?
If truly no one had died, why was Nameless, who had saved everyone, completely forgotten by all?
"It's clear that what comes next is where everything truly begins," Atalanta said solemnly.
After seeing the doctor's resurrection, she had already sensed a foreboding.
Originally, after Dr. Roman activated his first Noble Phantasm, he would have been completely forgotten by everyone.
However.
Blessed by [God], he had returned without truly dying.
Yet Nameless was the one forgotten by all.
The truth of everything had already been revealed!
Medea sighed softly. "That guy… really is the perfect hero."
Upholding justice, content with anonymity, willing to sacrifice.
Every noble quality of a hero could be found in him.
He was practically perfect beyond imagination.
The problem was—why did you save so many people, yet never care for yourself?
So, she'd have to slip him a potion and tie him down to make sure he could truly rest.
See? As a kind little witch, she was only thinking of his well-being!
"I suddenly… can't bear to watch anymore," Atalanta murmured, biting her lip.
He had once saved her, yet she had completely forgotten him.
Forgetting was the most terrible betrayal.
How could she forget such a debt of gratitude?
What came next would tear open the wounds and lay everything bare before everyone's eyes!
"Watch. How else will we know what happened?"
Medea stared at the screen, growing increasingly eager to see what unfolded next.
What kind of transformation had that Demon God King undergone?
This final Singularity, [The Time Temple of Solomon], was nearing its end.
Not a single person had died.
All seventy-two Demon God Pillars had been annihilated.
The Demon God King's capital suffered devastating blows and was on the verge of death.
On Chaldea's side, under Nameless's call, heroic spirits descended one after another to join the battle.
Not a single person perished.
Even the departed Dr. Roman was revived and returned by the response of the [Lord].
Everything seemed to be heading toward a perfect conclusion.
However.
All spectators understood clearly.
The battle was not yet over!
Under the tense gazes of everyone,
Goetia, now in human form, stared blankly at the doctor: "I see! So that's how it is! That's how it is!"
As if witnessing some unimaginable miracle, his expression was one of profound enlightenment and transcendence.
"Demon God King, what have you realized?" Nameless fixed his gaze on him.
"The many Demon Gods have burned out, the temple has been destroyed, and the grand undertaking of three thousand years will end here."
The Demon God King Goetia murmured, "It's over. Everything is irreparably over. How sorrowful!"
"How—utterly fortunate!"
His expression shifted wildly.
From initial disbelief and shock, it transformed into the contemplation of sudden realization.
His face seemed caught between laughter and tears.
Joy, anger, sorrow, delight, fear, love, hatred... the full spectrum of human emotions played out in succession.
Though he was the Demon God King, at this moment, he resembled a human more than any human ever could!
Dr. Roman stared at him in shock: "You... you are..."
Even though he had become human, he could still sense some kind of metamorphosis occurring within the other.
A transformation into something entirely different.
A mysterious evolution that even he, at the height of his power, could never have achieved!
"Thank you... truly. Solomon, you have allowed me to comprehend the joy of life. How wonderful!"
Though Goetia's body continued to crumble violently, his smile was radiant.
At the final moment of his life, he had finally grasped the true mystery of the Root.
Born omnipotent, he could never understand weakness and ignorance.
Born eternal, he could never comprehend transience and death.
As the Beast of [Pity], he had never known what pity truly was!
Even if he had truly succeeded in his Human Order Incineration Plan without Nameless's interference,
Even if he had reversed time and returned to 4.6 billion years ago, he could never have become the true ruler of this planet.
But now,
From invincible might to shattered weakness.
From Solomon's attainment of the ultimate [Void] to his return to reality.
From the joys and lamentations of countless lives, he had come to feel the heartbeat of the entire planet.
He—had finally awakened!
"Is this the end? No, this is only the beginning!"
Goetia gazed at Nameless with boundless joy.
The awareness of life's brevity had allowed him to fall from the omnipotent Demon God King to the King of Humans.
The realization of the miracle from nothingness set his entire body ablaze.
Burning away his past, present, and future, his Demon God power, his Spirit Origin, and his very life!
But this was not true death.
Rather, like a phoenix rising from ashes, it was the ultimate transformation between life and death.
"Your soul shall be etched into the earth, while my life is reborn from death!"
Bathed in flames, Goetia's golden hair billowed wildly. "This planet shall be reborn, and all living things shall become the past!"
"Praise me, for my name is Goetia! I am the Planetary Will—Goetia!"