"Yes, this is a Lostbelt."
Nameless answered calmly.
This was the first Lostbelt. There were six more to face after this.
Nameless asked with concern, "Mash, how's your body holding up?"
"I'm sorry, Senpai. I'm having trouble using my Servant abilities right now."
Mash bowed her head, full of guilt.
She had inherited the legacy of Galahad, the Knight of the Round Table.
Her previous ability to wield power had been due to Galahad's assistance.
But after the battle in the Final Singularity,
Galahad had vanished completely.
Meaning,
she was now a mere mortal trying to wield a Servant's power.
She had vowed to protect her senpai, yet now she'd lost her strength. The shame and anxiety weighed heavily on her.
"Don't rush it. Believe in your heart, and you'll create miracles," Nameless reassured her.
Her shield operated on sheer willpower.
The stronger her resolve, the stronger her defense.
It could even block something as devastating as a planetary-scale Noble Phantasm!
At that moment,
the werewolf youth stared at them in amazement. "What's with you guys? How do you survive with such bare faces?"
"We have special equipment," Nameless replied casually.
"Oh, so you're the old humans. Are you those damn mages?"
The werewolf youth grew slightly wary but quickly relaxed. "But since you're being chased by the Oprichniki, you can't be enemies."
"Don't worry, we're not your enemies," Mash answered firmly.
However,
Nameless remained silent. His eyes, fixed on the werewolf youth, flickered with pity and conflict.
A thousand years had passed. The old humans were nearly extinct.
Only the Yaga—new humans fused with magical beasts—struggled to survive in this frozen wasteland.
The werewolf youth, Patxi, warmly led them to the village, eager to trade with them.
He warned them not to be mistaken for rebels, or they'd be in serious trouble.
Sherlock Holmes asked, "What's the current history here? This is Russia, right?"
"Of course it's Russia in the year 2018," Patxi replied, puzzled by the question.
The brief exchange left the Chaldea team stunned.
The viewers were even more baffled—
[Did I hear that right? Russia in 2018?]
[When Nameless defeated the Demon God King Goetia, it was only 2017. So just one year has passed?]
[Now I get what a Lostbelt really is! It's a parallel timeline to Proper Human History!]
[The werewolf boy is so adorable! Those fluffy ears—I just wanna pinch them!]
[Furry lover, huh? Gotta admit, I wanna pinch them too. Too cute.]
[But erasing the Lostbelt means destroying this world… The werewolf boy will die too…]
...
Outside the video.
Rin Tohsaka shook her head. "Tch, I can already smell the tragedy coming."
The sweeter the setup, the harsher the payoff.
This kind, gentle werewolf boy was in serious danger.
Nameless and Chaldea came from Proper Human History. To survive, they had to destroy the Lostbelt.
Meaning,
everything about Patxi would be erased, including his very existence!
"True. This is different from a Singularity," Ereshkigal agreed.
A Singularity could persist even if forgotten.
But a Lostbelt was different.
Everyone in this world would vanish completely, their existence wiped from history.
In the Qin Lostbelt, those people survived in Proper Human History only because Qin Shi Huang defied fate.
Using the original A Fang Palace, he brought them into Proper Human History.
But in this Russian Lostbelt, such conditions didn't exist.
Ishtar scoffed. "Survival of the fittest. Human history is no different. Nothing to regret."
From the beginning, humans had fought against heaven, nature, and themselves.
Countless struggles had brought them to the top of the food chain.
Rin glanced at the two goddesses, her expression turning odd. "You know, our little mental conference kinda resembles those Team A traitors' meetings."
Earlier, the seven members of Team A had held a meeting to discuss how to deal with Nameless and Chaldea.
They'd convened a similar telepathic roundtable.
Tohsaka Rin glanced at the empty chairs nearby, lost in thought.
She already had two goddess versions of herself, and she wondered what the other "hers" would be like.
Why did she have so many forms?
Perhaps it was all just the Root's twisted sense of humor.
Ereshkigal replied solemnly, "The other versions of you seem to come from outer space, not Earth."
"Outer space? Like the Alien God?" Ishtar exclaimed in shock.
The mastermind behind the Lostbelts was none other than the Alien God from the cosmos.
Could there really be another Rin just as powerful, descending from the heavens?
...
While they chatted, the video feed shifted to the capital of the Russian Lostbelt.
Kadoc, a Master candidate from Team A, appeared on screen.
And standing beside him were none other than Father Kotomine, who had previously attacked Chaldea, and the Grand Duchess Anastasia!
The sight made the audience grit their teeth in anger, wishing they could step in for Nameless and teach these bastards a lesson.
The Lostbelt King, Ivan the Terrible, was deep in slumber.
On the rare occasions he awoke, he mistook the last Grand Duchess of the Russian Empire for his own woman.
And she made no effort to correct him, clearly intending to keep up the deception.
These scenes flashed by quickly.
The camera then returned to Nameless.
In his village, an uninvited guest had quietly arrived.
She had pink animal ears and a fluffy fox tail—none other than Koyanskaya, who had appeared earlier.
A shadowy figure wandering the Lostbelts, seeking to collect seven tails.
What surprised the audience was that this Koyanskaya, who seemed like a smaller version of Tamamo-no-Mae, was selling food in the village like an ordinary merchant.
Mash immediately frowned. "Senpai, she's here. We need to be careful!"
Images flashed through Mash's mind—scenes of Koyanskaya strutting into Chaldea, mocking everyone with arrogance.
Upon seeing the wary Fou, she had kicked him away viciously.
With a cruel smile, she sneered, "Oh? Is this your pet cat? Daring to bare its claws at me? Then don't blame me for breaking its leg!"
"Now, listen to me carefully, or I'll cripple it for good!"
Her words were a direct taunt at Nameless for stealing the spotlight from Team A's Master candidates.
And that had led to the disasters that followed.
After her jeering, she left, laughing triumphantly.
These memories made the audience instantly understand why Mash was so wary from the start.
Clearly, this was an utterly malicious being.
The barrage of comments exploded—
[Damn it, Koyanskaya, you're only getting a moment of smugness!]
[Ugh, I just want to see Qin Shi Huang flay her alive!]
[Just wait till the third Lostbelt—see if you can still act so high and mighty! Too bad she got off too easy!]
[Damn it, I actually felt a little sorry for her before. Serves her right!]
[Poor Fou, treated so cruelly by this monster. It's infuriating!]
...
Under the furious gazes of countless viewers, this malicious figure used the pretense of selling food to incite bloodshed.
With a cheerful tone, she said, "Well, since you all don't have money, why not look at the other Yaga over there~?"
Her implication was clear—she wanted the Yaga to kill each other to scrape together enough money for food!
A few simple words only served to further enrage the audience.
It was clear.
Human lives meant nothing to her.
Koyanskaya glanced at the house where Nameless and Mash were hiding, yet strangely made no move to attack.
Instead, her fox-like face was filled with a mocking smile, as if she had spotted an amusing toy.
After she left,
Nameless and Mash departed the village to search for the rebel army opposing Ivan the Terrible's tyranny.
The enemy of their enemy was a friend.
Once they found them, they could cooperate to fight against the Lostbelt King.
When they finally met the rebels,
their leader turned out to be a familiar face that stunned the audience—
Atalanta!
Though slightly different.
This Atalanta appeared more mature and unrestrained, a stark contrast to the pure maiden they had known before.
Frowning at Nameless, she asked, "How can I trust you?"
She had formed this rebel army to protect innocent children.
Under Ivan the Terrible's slaughtering huntsmen, villages were being wiped out one after another.
Countless people had lost their homes.
The children suffered the most tragic fates.
Thus, Atalanta sought to overthrow Ivan the Terrible's tyranny entirely,
so that all children could live happily!
"Because I am Nameless," the boy replied with a smile.
Atalanta's eyes widened in shock. "You're Nameless?"
Even if she had darkened into an Alter, she could never forget her past encounters with him.
"Yes, it's me."
Nameless extended his hand to her. "I need your help to defeat Ivan the Terrible."
"Your body... how are you so badly injured?"
Atalanta stared at him in disbelief.
She hadn't noticed at first,
but upon closer inspection, she could sense his shattered Spirit Origin—his entire being had suffered unimaginable damage.
"I overestimated my strength earlier. Things didn't go as planned," Nameless admitted helplessly, spreading his hands.
Without hesitation, Atalanta nodded. "Fine. I'll help you!"
Back in the Age of Gods in Greece,
she had desperately tried to keep up with him but could never catch up.
Now, she finally had the chance to fight alongside him, filling her with excitement.
The audience watching the video cheered—
[Here we go, Nameless is at it again with his charm!]
[Charm? More like instant recruitment—another powerful ally in seconds!]
[Conquering Atalanta is nothing. Try winning over that A-team traitor and the beautiful princess to fight the boss together!]
[Who knows? Don't forget, Nameless even managed to tame a Beast of Humanity!]
In modern Greece,
Medea watched the scene in surprise. "I never expected you to appear in a Lostbelt."
This was supposed to be Russia's Lostbelt, so seeing a version of herself from Greece was indeed strange.
"I don't know either," Atalanta shook her head.
Lostbelts ran parallel to Proper Human History, so she naturally had no memories of it.
But one thing was certain—in this Lostbelt, she stood by Nameless' side.
Atalanta gazed at the screen, her heart aching for him.
Having barely escaped the Root, he was already rushing to fix one terrifying Lostbelt after another.
It was beyond tragic.
The problem was...
Apart from Nameless, there truly was no one else fit to be the Master.
The so-called prodigious A-Team of seven had all defected to become accomplices of the Alien God.
This only multiplied Nameless's workload several times over.
Medea also frowned slightly. "With Nameless's current broken body, facing the King of the Lostbelt is no ordinary challenge!"
His Spirit Origin was shattered, leaving him with less than a tenth of his original strength.
To duel against a king who ruled an entire Lostbelt—just the thought of it promised an extremely brutal battle.
"So that's why Nameless wants my help," Atalanta murmured, pressing her lips together.
No doubt Nameless would seek out more Heroic Spirits later to join forces against Ivan the Terrible.
"It's not entirely impossible, after all. This man has repeatedly created miracles," Medea remarked without concern.
That guy was practically the embodiment of miracles.
Time and again, he had defied the impossible and achieved feats that left everyone astonished.
In contrast, she was more curious about something else: "The video's title is Final Chapter: Nameless and Goetia, so where is Goetia?"
"Hmm, Goetia should appear in the Lostbelt as well. Could he end up becoming Nameless's enemy?" Atalanta voiced her worries.
With Nameless already severely wounded, fighting the King of the Lostbelt was difficult enough.
If another terrifying Demon God King were added to the mix, there would be no hope at all!
...
The video continued.
After revealing his identity, Nameless instantly gained Atalanta's unwavering support, no matter the cost.
Beyond that,
two other Heroic Spirits—Beowulf and Billy the Kid—also pledged to assist in defeating Ivan the Terrible.
Just as the situation seemed overwhelmingly favorable—
The scene suddenly shifts to another location.
A Yaga village was under attack by a band of marauding bandits.
At this critical moment,
a figure clad in black robes abruptly appeared, effortlessly defeating the bandits.
Yet, the figure showed no joy, instead sighing heavily. "What a headache—once again, I've killed people who meant nothing."
Their voice carried a strange, almost compassionate resonance, as if lamenting the fate of humanity.
Next,
this ***** gently tended to all the wounded.
Like an angel descending from the heavens, they saved everyone in the village.
"We are deeply grateful for your help. May we know who you are?" the village chief hurried forward to express his thanks.
"No need for gratitude. I am merely a passing traveler from Chaldea."
The black-robed figure showed no pride in their deeds, simply waving a hand in farewell.
As they waved, a glint of gold could clearly be seen on one of their fingers—a radiant golden ring.
Instantly, all viewers recognized their identity—
The Demon King, Goetia!