Previously, their body had been concealed beneath the black robes, making their identity uncertain.
But now, with the accidental exposure of the ring, their identity was laid bare.
This was the same Goetia who had perished alongside Nameless, journeyed to the Root, and returned to reality with him.
The same Goetia who had ventured alone into the Reality Marble [Temple of Time: Solomon]
and taken a ring from the throne!
Upon realizing who this was, the viewers were utterly stunned—
[What the hell? Goetia is saving humans now?]
[Holy shit, am I seeing things? Why is Goetia calling himself a 'traveler from Chaldea' and rescuing a village?!]
[You live long enough, and you see everything! What the hell happened to Goetia, the mastermind behind the Incineration of Humanity?!]
[Wait, is it possible that Goetia actually wanted to secure a future for humanity all along?]
[No way! Absolutely no way! Destroying humanity and recreating it—where's the future in that?]
[Could it be that Goetia was actually a good guy? Is 'Beast of Pity' the true meaning behind his actions?]
In the living room,
Roya gasped in shock. "Wait—so the mastermind behind humanity's destruction is getting a redemption arc now?"
This was beyond unbelievable.
This was the same being who had ignited the entirety of human history, seeking to burn away all of humanity's existence to fulfill his grand ambition.
To Nameless and all the Heroic Spirits, he was the most terrifying, unforgivable villain.
Nameless had chosen to perish alongside him just to eliminate this greatest threat to mankind.
This most fearsome Evil of Humanity, who had incinerated human history and slaughtered countless billions—
whom Sherlock Holmes had called "the worst mass murderer in history."
And yet now—
He was actively protecting a village, healing the wounded!
Even going so far as to call himself "a traveler from Chaldea."
What was he planning?
Was this another scheme? Another deception?
Under Roya's stunned questioning,
Qin Shi Huang and Gilgamesh exchanged glances, both intrigued by this development.
Truth be told,
even they hadn't anticipated this.
These two top-tier Grand Servants had already noticed the countless seals layered upon the little girl before them—
proof of Nameless's extreme wariness toward her.
They had originally thought that Nameless had engaged in repeated battles within the Lostbelt.
Yet, they never expected this being to choose to protect humanity.
Could it be that after touching the Root, he had a profound awakening, laying down his sword to become a Buddha on the spot?
Souma suddenly spoke up, "Have you ever played house as a child?"
"Uh, back in kindergarten," Roya replied, looking utterly confused.
She had no idea why he would suddenly ask such a question.
"In a game of house, if you're playing a doctor, you wear a white coat and carry a stethoscope. If you're playing a chef, you wear an apron and hold a spatula—using props to immerse yourself in the role," Souma explained, his gaze fixed on the figure in the video. "And that ring is His prop for playing the role of a 'human.'"
"Playing the role of a 'human'... That actually makes sense," Roya mused.
The former Demon King Goetia was merely an amalgamation of the 72 Demon Gods.
Not only did it lack gender, but it was also a forcibly assembled entity—a tool created solely to achieve a grand ambition.
In that sense, it was no different from King Solomon, who had lost his humanity and become a puppet.
After being defeated by Nameless,
this collective of demons experienced the joy of life for the first time.
It was entirely possible that it would attempt to understand—and even emulate—humanity.
"That ring isn't for control, but for roleplay. The ring is merely the key to the performance," Souma concluded.
This could be called the "Method of Roleplay," an idea inspired by a novel from his past life.
To truly understand, one must immerse themselves in the role.
"But how far will He go in this performance?"
Roya stared intently at the screen.
As she watched the video, she could clearly feel the dormant power within her slowly awakening.
Could it be that in her past life, she was a powerful Heroic Spirit who once fought alongside Nameless to defeat the Demon King?
Her mind raced with possibilities.
She had a growing premonition that once the video ended, her power would be fully unleashed.
And when that happened, she could give Souma the biggest surprise of his life!
...
The video continued.
The appearance of the Demon King Goetia was fleeting.
This formidable Beast of Humanity, after saving the villagers, vanished once more into the wilderness.
No one knew what he was doing.
Countless viewers were left utterly baffled.
The title of the video was Final Chapter: Nameless and Goetia.
Was this terrifying Beast of Humanity truly going to traverse all the Lostbelts alongside Nameless?
Meanwhile,
after defeating Heroic Spirits like Beowulf and Miyamoto Musashi one after another, Nameless finally began advancing toward the capital.
All that remained was to defeat the Lostbelt King, Ivan the Terrible, and this Lostbelt would be completely pruned.
Then, a monstrous beast descended from the Age of Gods in Greece—the Minotaur.
This legendary labyrinth-dwelling creature effortlessly separated the group.
Faced with the emerging maze, Nameless calmly revealed the Command Seals on his hand and declared, "Appear, great hero of the Greek Age of Gods!"
In response to his summoning,
a towering figure over two meters tall, his muscles bulging with raw strength, materialized—none other than Heracles, the mighty demigod of Greek myth.
"Huh? Nameless, how did you get so badly injured all of a sudden?" Heracles asked, visibly shocked.
Even during the previous Greek Age of Gods, when facing the former God King, he had never suffered such devastating injuries.
What exactly had his opponent encountered?
Nameless looked completely at ease: "Nothing much, just had a fight with an enemy."
"An enemy..."
Heracles vaguely sensed that he might have encountered this being in some parallel world.
Clearly, it was a terrifying existence far surpassing even the God King in power.
Pointing at the labyrinth before them, Nameless said: "So, can you help me break through this maze and gather everyone?"
"Of course."
Without hesitation, Heracles swung his axe-sword, wantonly displaying his earth-shaking brute strength.
Not needing the slightest puzzle-solving or wisdom, he forcibly destroyed the entire labyrinth!
Sheer strength overcoming all obstacles!
The spectators were stunned.
They had expected him to use wisdom to solve it, yet in the end, he still relied on peerless brute force.
This inspired countless low-intelligence warrior players.
Why bother with intelligence points? Just max out strength!
After breaking through the labyrinth,
Nameless regrouped with the scattered party and continued toward the imperial palace.
When alone with Nameless, the werewolf youth Patsy suddenly frowned and asked: "Why are you always smiling?"
"Frowning won't solve our enemies. Only smiling can," Nameless replied calmly.
"When the labyrinth appeared, I saw that emperor."
The werewolf youth's face was full of terror. "He's too powerful, stronger than gods, making me submit instantly."
That being possessed some terrifying aura that completely overwhelmed him with just one glance.
He didn't dare resist that horrifying existence at all.
"I know. It's not your fault. You're just an ordinary person after all," Nameless continued smiling.
Even knowing the youth had been intimidated by their enemy, he didn't blame him, let alone eliminate him.
"You're still smiling! I completely don't understand you!"
The werewolf youth pointed at him, "You ancient humans die from diseases, can't survive in cold, die from injuries - what's the point of living like this?"
"Because I've seen truly beautiful things," Nameless answered softly.
These were the words spoken by that adorable little creature.
And he felt exactly the same.
Through countless singularities and his journey across human history, he truly witnessed the beauty of humanity.
That was why he chose to protect the Human Order at all costs.
"Unforgivable! Why do you old humans get to be happy? Is our very existence a mistake?"
The werewolf youth, who had been gentle and kind from the start, now appeared utterly frenzied.
Yet.
Even though he had been subdued by the King of the Lostbelt, he showed no intention of attacking.
Instead, Nameless extended an invitation: "Then, would you like to witness our end?"
"I won't attack you. I'll simply watch as you're buried by His Majesty," the werewolf youth sneered.
Seeing this.
The audience grew even more disheartened—
[Ah, he's a living person too. Nameless is here to destroy his home, to erase everything he has.]
[Damn it, it's all the Alien God's fault!]
[From the very beginning, this sweet werewolf boy was doomed to a tragic end...]
[Whether he sides with Ivan the Terrible or Nameless, he's destined to be erased... How cruel.]
...
Even though the werewolf youth had submitted to the King of the Lostbelt, the audience harbored little resentment toward him.
In truth.
This was exactly what he should have done!
To him, Nameless, who had descended upon the Lostbelt, was the enemy bringing destruction!
Beyond the labyrinth.
The true ruler of the imperial capital now made his appearance.
"Beast of Proper Human History, kneel before the radiance of the Emperor!"
With an air of supreme arrogance, he declared to Nameless and the others: "I am Anastasia, the imperial princess who has built a dynasty upon this land—the eternal sovereign of the future!"
To this last princess of the empire.
The entire Russian Empire held no value whatsoever.
Russians were merely symbols of slaughter and savagery, their ambitions spreading unchecked.
Under the rule of Ivan the Terrible, who had lived for five hundred years, they had long since trampled all of Europe beneath their feet.
Now.
After being summoned by Kadoc, she had successfully deceived Ivan the Terrible by resembling his late wife.
She had been entrusted with the full authority of the Russian Empire.
In effect, she was the uncrowned queen of this Lostbelt!
"Yet, you are not even the true last princess of the empire—merely a stitched-together imitation," Nameless replied calmly.
Legend had it.
That every Tsar was accompanied by a mysterious being—sometimes their guardian, sometimes their tormentor.
This was the fairy bound by contract to the Tsar's bloodline.
Originally, she would never have become a Heroic Spirit. But at the moment of her death, she fused with a spirit.
Thus, she was summoned by Kadoc in the form of a Heroic Spirit.
Even her memories from life had been completely erased. She was not the same princess Chaldea had once summoned!
Before she could respond.
Kadoc spoke with open mockery: "Fujimaru Ritsuka, you were just an ordinary person. What right do you have to replace us, the chosen ones?"
This was what he could never understand.
Team A was the most elite among the 48 Master candidates, destined to compete for the title of humanity's true protector.
Yet Fujimaru had merely been a last-minute addition to fill the quota!
But this insignificant spare, after the explosion orchestrated by Lev, became the sole surviving Master!
Even if he acknowledged that he couldn't compare to the monstrous talent of the Captain, he was still far more qualified than Fujimaru.
So why... had it turned out like this?
"If I had a choice, I wouldn't have stepped forward either." Nameless spread his hands, answering with great resignation.
Did they think he wanted to be this so-called savior?
Nonsense! The workload was even crazier than 007, driving him to beg for someone to take his place!
Unfortunately, there was no replacement.
Aside from him, there simply wasn't anyone else suitable.
Countless coincidences pieced together into an irreplicable miracle!
"With your body in such a grievous state, you still think you can oppose the King of the Lostbelt? Truly the ravings of a madman!"
Kadoc sneered coldly, "I suggest you surrender now and save me the trouble."
He had once tried to persuade the Servants following the other side to defect, yet not a single one was willing to cooperate with him.
This was nothing short of the greatest humiliation to him.
"Ah, right. With my current strength, of course it's difficult to oppose the King of the Lostbelt."
Nameless, however, admitted it openly, smiling as he extended a hand in invitation. "So, how about we fight together?"
A single sentence left everyone stunned.
Even the viewers watching the stream were astonished—
[Nameless is insane! He actually dared to invite a traitor from Team A to join forces!]
[Damn it, I just took a sip of water and spat it all out—Nameless, you owe me a new keyboard!]
[Kadoc: You suddenly invite me to fight together? Now I don't know what to do!]
[So, is Nameless really not afraid of getting backstabbed midway?]
[Infernal Affairs: Spy vs. Spy… Why fear betrayal? Isn't mutual exploitation fine?]
...
Forget the shocked audience.
Even Kadoc himself was dumbfounded: "You're actually asking me to join you?"
In his plans, there had indeed been the possibility of cooperating with the other side.
After using Chaldea's forces to weaken Ivan the Terrible, he would then seize the fruits of victory.
Before coming here, Kadoc had been carefully calculating how to persuade them.
Now, the other side had taken the initiative to extend the invitation.
For a moment, Kadoc wondered if his entire scheme had been seen through.
He had intended to display his own power to intimidate them, only to suddenly realize—
The clown was actually himself?
Nameless took two steps forward. "That's right. Let's join forces to take on the King of the Lostbelt."
He was well aware that the other side wanted to use him.
But.
What people should fear isn't being used—it's being utterly worthless!
"Hmph. I'll decide whether to cooperate or not after I've seen your strength for myself," Kadoc snorted.
This seemingly ordinary "bonus" Master candidate seemed far more formidable than he had imagined.
It made him instinctively more cautious.
But then, the Tsarina suddenly burst into laughter. "How amusing. Truly delightful. Ivan the Terrible shall fall to us—let us destroy this last empire known as the Bear!"
Though born of the Bear herself, she instinctively loathed the entire nation.
Protecting or opposing the Bear meant nothing to her.
What mattered most was that the Bear Empire ceased to exist!
Two groups that had been mortal enemies mere moments ago were now suddenly allied.
The audience watched, utterly enthralled.
Clearly.
There were no eternal friends or enemies—only eternal interests!
The next moment.
The entire royal capital began to tremble violently.
As if struck by a catastrophic earthquake, countless buildings collapsed in an instant.
A monstrous beast of unimaginable size slowly awakened beneath the palace.
Its mountainous frame loomed into view.
A voice like thunder poured down from the heavens:
"Ohhh, my dream awakens here, finally realizing what is reality."
"Slaughter and conquer the entire land of Europe, countless soldiers who once bowed beneath my banner—your Emperor has returned!"
Upon this trembling earth.
A terrifying beast standing hundreds of meters tall fully awakened from endless slumber.
None other than the King of the Lostbelt—
Ivan the Terrible!
His furious roar shook the heavens and earth—
"I sheltered the people of this nation from the bitterest cold."
"We struggled madly, seeking hope for survival, only to be cruelly abandoned!"
"Unforgivable! Intolerable! Unacceptable!"
"I, Ivan the Terrible, will never allow this empire to fall! Never!"
The King of the Lostbelt, in this moment, displayed a willpower overwhelmingly dominant.
This was His empire.
He would never allow it to be threatened by anyone!
Facing this divine-like voice of authority.
Nameless spoke with his usual calm: "A pity. Your empire is but an era of false prosperity, destined to be buried."
"Oh? Who dares challenge me?" Ivan the Terrible slightly lowered his head, gazing at the ant-like human below.
Nameless drew his sword and pointed it at the foe: "I am of Chaldea!"