Hummm!
A mysterious power abruptly descended.
Using the power of countless Heroic Spirits from the Throne of Heroes as a medium, the overwhelming surge from the Counter Force Alaya came crashing down.
The Third Noble Phantasm Ars Almadel Salomonis was itself the magical energy gathered from burning human history.
In other words.
All the magical energy contained within originated from humanity.
And Alaya was the collective self-preservation instinct of humanity, which had been trying to stop him from the very beginning.
Unfortunately, it lacked true self-awareness and could only deceive—by inviting Nameless to serve as a Guardian Heroic Spirit to oppose the Demon God King.
At Nameless's request, Heroic Spirits from the brilliant tapestry of human history came forth to lend their full assistance.
Making Nameless the bridge connecting the Heroic Spirits and Alaya.
Thus wielding power comparable to Gaia itself.
To contend with Goetia, who was on the verge of completing his ultimate transformation, for control over the light band!
Only the light band possessed the monumental power to reverse space-time, the only way to truly defeat him!
"You madman, do you realize you'll be forgotten by everyone?"
Goetia glared at him in fury.
Once space-time was reversed, Nameless, serving as the vessel, would be utterly unable to withstand such terrifying shifts in fate.
His spiritual foundation would likely be erased, all traces of his existence vanishing, reaching the ultimate state of nothingness.
At that point, no one would remember him. Everyone would forget.
You gave everything, yet were forgotten by all.
What meaning is there in such a sacrifice?
First that incompetent king, and now even this fool dares to do the same.
Madness!
Humans truly are insane!
Thanks to Goetia's golden commentary, the audience finally understood what Nameless had done.
The barrage of comments exploded in an instant—
[Holy shit, Nameless is planning to use the power of Human Order Incineration to reverse time and fight Goetia?]
[Nameless is OP! Is this what they call—walking the Demon God King's path so he has nowhere to go?]
[This is absolutely insane! Nameless, how dare you? Even the Demon God King is shocked!]
[Dammit, I knew Nameless would never sacrifice others, preferring to sacrifice himself instead!]
[Here it comes, the truth behind the world's restart! No wonder Nameless was forgotten by everyone!]
...
In the living room.
Roya clicked her tongue in amazement. "As expected of Nameless. How does he dare?"
The Demon God King's Third Noble Phantasm contained terrifying magical energy capable of destroying the planet.
And now, Nameless intended to seize that monumental power at the cost of himself, to restart the world!
An unimaginable miracle!
The Demon God King Goetia's three-thousand-year grand plan was precisely to reverse time and return to the moment of Earth's birth 4.6 billion years ago.
As a result, he comprehended life and death, existence and nothingness, and was on the verge of taking the ultimate step to transcendence.
Earth would become his body.
He would possess terrifying power capable of crushing all of humanity and overwhelming countless heroic spirits.
But now, Nameless sought to reverse time and return to before the Human Order Incineration Plan.
To completely erase the other's existence and achieve true victory!
Just the thought of it was staggering—unfathomable.
It was akin to stealing fire from the heavens to illuminate humanity's future!
"So, this is the truth of everything..." Illya murmured, biting her lip.
Though they hadn't lived close and had even met before, she had never recognized that Souma was Nameless.
To defeat Goetia, who had transformed into the planet's will, he was willing to reverse time and restart the world.
The cost?
Everything related to him would be erased.
Everyone would forget him.
To save the world, yet be forgotten by all—how terrifying a fate that was!
Miyu was equally stunned. "So that's how it is..."
This was a miracle far greater than when he had fought through the Holy Grail War and saved her from despair.
Yes, a miracle.
One that ordinary people couldn't even imagine, let alone dare to attempt!
Not only might it require self-sacrifice—
But in seizing the third Noble Phantasm, he could be forcibly interrupted.
In reversing time, Goetia could interfere at will, leading to a future he never wished to see.
Anything could happen.
By choosing this path, he had resolved to shoulder the fate of all humanity—the lives of billions!
Just imagining it was enough to make her feel suffocated.
And what kind of terrifying pressure must her brother have faced when he actually carried it out?
"So we've come to this moment after all," Souma sighed softly.
They called him fearless.
But as a human being, who could truly be free from joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness?
When choosing to reset the world, he would have to abandon all his past, all his family and friends.
From then on, he would be forgotten by everyone.
Even if he survived, he would be utterly alone, with all his past buried forever.
It was... just a little lonely.
But there was no other way.
This was the only chance to defeat the Demon God King at that time.
He had no choice!
The stage was set.
The grandest finale of the Singularity was about to begin!
...
Under the stunned gazes of all spectators.
The situation reversed.
Nameless, who had originally sought to prevent the reversal of time, now actively sought to reverse it himself.
Even more astonishingly.
One heroic spirit after another stepped forward, willingly assisting him!
Nameless looked at the countless heroic spirits appearing before him and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, but this time I'll need all of you to join me in this perilous journey."
Reversing time was a domain even he couldn't fully master, fraught with the most terrifying unknown disasters.
Or perhaps, not even Goetia could fully control it.
If one could truly master it, they could manipulate everything at will, leaving no enemy capable of threatening them.
If an enemy did exist, you could simply reverse time and eliminate them at their weakest moment!
"Nameless, I'm here to help you! Even if Father forgets you after time reverses, I won't forget you!" Mordred shouted loudly.
This was her true purpose.
As long as her father, Artoria, still remembered Nameless, she would have almost no chance at all.
But if the world reset, it would mean she and her father would stand on the same starting line.
At that time, she would snatch Nameless away, leaving her father with no choice but to stand aside and offer blessings.
She might even take the initiative to hold her wedding with Nameless!
The mere thought of it drove her wild with excitement.
As the Knight of Treachery, Mordred loved nothing more than such rebellious acts!
Hum~
At that moment, a familiar, tall figure descended.
Artoria, holding her holy sword, stood calmly by her side.
A terrifying storm of power swirled around her, unleashing her overwhelming strength.
Father sees child not yet dead, pulls out Excalibur?
Artoria didn't even glance at Mordred.
She simply gazed at Nameless with calm determination. "Please survive. I will be the first to find you."
Artoria knew full well that this was the only way to oppose the Demon God King.
And Nameless, humanity's sole Master, was the only possible vessel.
No one could replace him!
Thus, she couldn't possibly stand in his way.
The only thing she could do was offer her holy spear, holy sword, and scabbard, aiding him with all her might.
Otherwise, if Goetia were allowed to leave the Time Temple and return to the Earth of Proper Human History...
Humanity would face its doom!
"Oh? The first to find him? That remains to be seen!"
Gilgamesh stood atop a large boulder, smiling confidently. "With this king present, do you truly believe you can surpass me?"
As the oldest King of Heroes, possessing clairvoyance to see the future and the all-seeing, all-knowing [Sha Nagba Imuru],
How could anyone hope to outmatch him in finding someone?
Gilgamesh refused to believe his dearest, most detestable friend would ever perish.
That guy keeps pulling off miracles.
Even against the Demon God King, he'd still have a chance to survive.
Sacrificing himself twice, only to trick me both times—what a bastard.
A miracle-working, unkillable bastard of a best friend like him? No way he'd truly burn his Saint Graph and vanish for good.
Even if everyone else forgot him, he'd still find a way to track him down.
And then settle the score properly!
Jeanne d'Arc stepped forward as well. "Enough arguing. Under my [True Name Discernment], no one can hide!"
She was the most suited for this task.
As long as he dared show himself before her, no one could escape her sight!
In this regard, she was truly unrivaled—outclassing even the King of Heroes, King Arthur, and every other Servant!
"Ugh… I just have a feeling you'll be the last one to find him," the pink-haired knight Astolfo muttered weakly from the side.
If asked for a reason, he couldn't give one.
Pure [intuition]!
One by one, the Servants who should have departed instead answered Nameless' call and made their appearance.
The final battle was about to unfold in full.
This time, the fate of humanity hung in the balance.
The spectators buzzed with gossip, their curiosity burning—
[So, after Nameless really reset the world, who found him first?]
[I bet a pack of spicy strips it's Jeanne! The Maiden has the Lord's blessing—how could she not find him?]
[I'm voting for the King of Heroes! With his Clairvoyance, the advantage is just too big!]
[Personally, I'd love to see Mordred find him first… We just want to see some family drama, lol!]
[This is supposed to be a tragic farewell, so why are you all so eager for a bloodbath? Oh, me too? Then never mind!]
In the hotel.
Lancelot stared at the pink-haired knight with suspicion. "Don't tell me… the reason His Majesty couldn't find Nameless was because of your curse?"
He never expected Astolfo to play the prophet right before the world reset.
Truly terrifying.
That one prophecy had kept Jeanne from finding Nameless to this day.
Lancelot almost burst out laughing—ahem, no, he was heartbroken to the point of tears.
Even for his daughter's sake, he couldn't mock His Majesty.
France was, after all, his last refuge.
If Jeanne kicked him out, no one else would take him in.
"It's not a curse, it's intuition, got it?" Astolfo rolled his eyes.
He was telling the truth—how could it be mistaken for a curse?
Someone as kind and adorable as him would never mock or curse others.
Thwack!
Suddenly, Jeanne, who had been silent until now, pulled out her banner and smacked Astolfo over the head.
Gritting her teeth, she hissed, "So it was your curse after all!"
This damn troublemaker had declared she wouldn't find him even before the reset.
And now it had come true?
"Hey, hey, Your Majesty, this really isn't my fault!" Astolfo clutched his head, eyes watery with grievance.
This was beyond unfair.
He'd warned them over and over, only to be dismissed as spouting nonsense.
Did they really think [Mental Pollution] had turned him into a lunatic?
Keep bullying me like this, and next time I'll climb into Nameless' bed first—want me to send you a photo?
Jeanne glared at him. "It's definitely your curse! Otherwise, with the [Lord's] revelation, how could I possibly fail to find Nameless?"
"Um, is there a possibility that you received revelations from [the Lord] but somehow missed them yourself..."
Achilles tentatively asked.
"Impossible! Absolutely impossible!"
Jeanne d'Arc replied with absolute confidence.
She had complete faith in herself—there was no way she could have missed anything!
In the video.
One by one, heroic spirits appeared, setting aside all past grudges to fight side by side once more.
Nameless clasped his hands in request: "Everyone, please assist me in executing the ultimate plan to reclaim humanity's future!"
Alone, he stood no chance of controlling the band of light.
Fortunately, he had allies to call upon.
When outmatched, he could simply summon reinforcements!
Using [Alaya] as an intermediary, Nameless transmitted the grand plan directly into the minds of every heroic spirit.
No discussion was needed. No preparatory actions required.
This plan, so magnificent it defied belief, was enough to shake the entire world.
And the heroic spirits, placing absolute trust in him, unanimously agreed without hesitation.
Gilgamesh roared with laughter: "As expected of you! My dearest friend, only you would dare conceive such a heaven-defying plan!"
His laughter was unrestrained and joyous, once again marveling at his dear friend's audacity.
"You... you really have the nerve!" Mordred stared at him with a peculiar expression.
She was supposed to be the infamous rebellious knight who acted without restraint, so why did she feel utterly outmatched in his presence?
All the heroic spirits wore similarly strange expressions but said nothing more.
This mysterious scene left the audience scratching their heads in anticipation.
They desperately wanted to know what would happen next.
Unfortunately, clearly to keep Goetia in the dark, there were no plans to reveal anything yet.
All they could do was watch quietly.
The plan commenced.
Nine powerful Heroic Spirits formed a team, totaling eight squads with seventy-two members.
Led by the most elite Heroic Spirits such as King Arthur, the King of Heroes, and Nero.
The eight squads stood in various directions, joining forces to assist Nameless in controlling the bands of light.
This was to recreate the scenario where the Seventy-Two Demon Gods spent three thousand long years forging the bands of light.
The Demon King Goetia coldly snorted at the gathered Heroic Spirits: "You should know your place. These petty tricks are but dust and weeds, struggling in the mud."
"Gathering together, striving forward, yet knowing the heavens are high and unattainable!"
"Struggle, resist—let me grant you eternal slumber!"
The immense magical energy around him swirled violently.
He fully unleashed the oppressive force of the planet's will.
So overwhelming that the Heroic Spirits all paled.
Truly feeling the despair and helplessness of opposing the entire world.
In truth.
After Goetia completed his ultimate transformation, becoming the will of the planet, he was equivalent to the entire Earth itself!
He possessed an innate oppressive force over all life born from this planet.
Hummm~
The bands of light trembled violently as boundless magical energy converged wildly.
Even imprisoned within [Avalon], Goetia could manipulate the bands of light with but a thought.
"I'd like to see how you Heroic Spirits oppose me without the protection of [Avalon]!"
Goetia coldly issued his command: "Third Noble Phantasm, deploy!"
[The Time of Birth Has Come, He Is the One Who Masters All (Ars Almadel Salomonis)!]
A sun suddenly appeared in the sky.
Terrifying magical energy capable of piercing through the Earth now roared in full display.
Every Heroic Spirit could clearly sense that this power was vast enough to tear them apart effortlessly.
Whether you were an ordinary Heroic Spirit, a top-tier one, or even a divine-class being.
Under such a devastating assault, you were as fragile and insignificant as an ant!
Yet.
Not a single Heroic Spirit retreated, all choosing to face it head-on without hesitation.
"This is the ultimate desire for victory from all soldiers who have fallen on the battlefield, past and future."
Artoria raised her holy sword high: "Round Table Resolution, commence!"
This holy sword bore thirteen seals, requiring the approval of all thirteen Knights of the Round Table to unleash its true power.
Now.
The Round Table Assembly began.
Behind her, the Knights of the Round Table responded one by one:
"This battle is against one stronger than oneself—approved, Bedivere!"
"This battle is for the pursuit of truth—approved, Agravain!"
"This battle is for noble honor—approved, Gawain!"
"This battle is not against the spirits—approved, Lancelot!"