Just the fact that Nameless had summoned two supreme Heroic Spirits the moment he arrived in the Lostbelt—
Aside from these two, there was also Nezha, who had accompanied him since the Third Lostbelt.
This level of caution left the audience deeply unsettled.
Clearly.
The Fourth Lostbelt was undoubtedly highly dangerous.
Under the tense and expectant gazes of all the viewers, the Chaldea team arrived in a town.
The residents lived peaceful and prosperous lives.
There were no apocalyptic disasters like in the First and Second Lostbelts, nor was there the severing of cultural transmission as seen in the Third Lostbelt.
Everything appeared utterly ordinary.
Everyone lived their lives normally, with no signs of anything unusual.
However,
the most ordinary was also the most peculiar.
Despite the Lostbelt's history having reached the year 2018, the place still retained a medieval aesthetic!
The scene shifted.
From the Chaldea team, the focus moved to an ordinary room.
A little girl with short dark-red hair and large, watery eyes was praying devoutly—
As she prayed, she muttered under her breath:
"Praying is the most important thing. If I don't do it, Father will hit me, and Mother will join in too."
This muttering amused the audience while also piquing their curiosity.
It was obvious.
The so-called "god" was almost certainly the Lostbelt King.
"Hands clasped, praying to the gods. May the gods continue to protect us in the next cycle of Yuga."
After finishing her prayer,
the little girl heard the commotion outside and hurriedly ran out the door.
However,
the moment she stepped out, she bumped straight into Nameless and exclaimed, "Wow, you scared me!"
"Sorry, are you okay?" Nameless smiled apologetically and steadied her.
The dog beside the little girl was about to bark, but after one glance at him, it instantly tucked its tail and hid behind her.
"It's fine. I'm pretty absent-minded too—I always mess up and get scolded by Father."
The little girl smiled just as innocently.
She asked curiously, "Hey, where are you from? Your clothes are different from ours."
"We're from out of town. You can call me Gudao, and this is Mash," Nameless introduced warmly.
"You can call me Asha. This dog's name is Wihan—isn't he cute?"
The little girl beamed sweetly.
Rama also stepped forward and said, "Pardon me, I should introduce myself too. My name is Rama, and these are Karna and Nezha."
"Hello," Asha greeted politely.
But this politeness instantly left Rama frozen in awkwardness.
As a mythological figure known to every last person in his homeland, how could she have no reaction upon hearing his name?
Unwilling to give up, Rama added, "Though I share the name of a great hero from legend, don't think too much about it."
"Huh? There's someone like that?" Asha asked, puzzled.
"..."
Rama was speechless.
He had wanted to show off, only to end up thoroughly humiliated.
After a pause, he pointed at the golden-haired man beside him. "Then… do you know Karna?"
"Nope..."
The little girl answered timidly.
Her childish, adorable voice only deepened his wounds.
Nameless waved a hand and stepped in front of him. "Stop asking. This world probably cut off its cultural heritage—it's normal they wouldn't know."
"Senpai, is it like the Third Lostbelt?" Mash asked curiously.
In the Third Lostbelt,
Qin Shi Huang had severed the cultural heritage of the common people to forge an eternal peace for Great Qin.
Nameless shook his head. "Not quite the same. We'll probably find out soon."
If it were just a simple matter of cutting off cultural transmission, it would actually be easier.
"You came from outside. Without a house to stay in, what will you do when Kali comes?" Little Asha's face was full of worry.
Just then.
Her father suddenly appeared and, like picking up a kitten, carried her straight back into the house.
The so-called "Kali" had arrived!
They were massive monsters that somewhat resembled crocodiles.
Once these monsters appeared, everyone quickly shut their doors and windows.
Strangely enough.
The monsters showed no intention of attacking the people inside the houses, charging straight toward Nameless and the others.
The battle erupted instantly.
Da Vinci exclaimed in disbelief, "These monsters—they all possess divinity!"
Good grief, has divinity become as common as cabbage?
"Be careful in battle," Nameless reminded.
Divinity, though countered by Enkidu, truly enhances combat capabilities in every aspect.
It granted these monsters the fighting power of ordinary heroic spirits.
Unfortunately, it was useless.
On his side were several top-tier heroic spirits, who effortlessly slaughtered the monsters without a scratch.
After the group had wiped out the monsters,
a few unicorn-like creatures came charging over.
These unicorn-like monsters were clearly allies of the earlier group called "Kali."
Yet, upon seeing Nameless and the others, they immediately attacked with blood-red eyes, leaving no choice but to eliminate them all.
Once the battle ended,
the people who had been hiding emerged from their homes, staring in shock at the monster corpses on the ground.
All the residents erupted in fury, hurling vegetables, stones, and the like while shouting—
"Unforgivable! How dare you kill the sacred beasts!"
"Despicable outsiders, you've defiled the gods—you must be banished!"
"It's over! The sacred beasts are dead—who will protect us now?"
"O gods, it's all these outsiders' fault! Please cast them out!"
...
In an instant, Chaldea's group became public enemies, forced to flee in disgrace.
The viewers couldn't help but feel conflicted.
They had defeated the monsters, only to be driven away.
These people, much like the "Avenger Witch" from before, were utterly ignorant.
After leaving the village, Chaldea's group began discussing the information they had gathered.
Nameless glanced toward a patch of grass and called out, "Little kitten over there, could you help us find a place to stay?"
From the grass emerged a little girl.
It was Asha!
The audience buzzed with comments—
[This world is really strange. It feels like cultural heritage has been severed, leaving only worship of the Lostbelt King.]
[So, is the Lostbelt King really Arjuna, Karna's rival?]
[Back in the Fifth Singularity, Arjuna was Nameless's enemy. No surprise if it's the same here.]
[Oh no! This loli is clearly going to be the one to deliver the tragic blow!]
[First the werewolf guy in the First Lostbelt, then Gerda who never got to land her jump in the Second, the poetry in the Third... and now little Asha?]
...
By the riverside fishing spot.
Scáthach frowned slightly as she watched the video. "This Lostbelt is clearly much better than mine."
No apocalyptic disasters, no need to sacrifice people to feed giants.
There were children and elders, living out their natural lifespans.
The Lostbelt King simply dispatched sacred beasts to protect the people, effortlessly fending off those ferocious monsters.
Compared to her second Lostbelt, this is like a paradise of happiness!
"That's not necessarily true. Lostbelts are different from Proper Human History, each with some fatal flaw," Napoleon replied without hesitation.
The Alien God was clearly no good thing.
The second Lostbelt where she resided should have perished three thousand years ago, yet it was forcibly prolonged.
Transforming into a Lostbelt means completely deviating from proper human history, carrying fatal defects.
For example:
-The first Lostbelt: humans turned into beastmen.-The second Lostbelt: resources only sufficient for ten thousand people, none living to adulthood.-The third Lostbelt: humans stripped of wisdom, cultural transmission severed, treated like zoo animals.
This Lostbelt was clearly abnormal too.
Scáthach said calmly, "But compared to this, the second Lostbelt was truly like hell."
"We'll find out later. There should be another twist—everything is just the calm before the storm," Napoleon observed with interest. "Speaking of which, I'm more curious—do you like Nameless?"
In the Lostbelt, this Lostbelt King had kissed Nameless once.
She was also the only person in all the exposure videos Alaya had ever released who publicly kissed Nameless.
Of course, that Fou creature doesn't count.
"The affairs of the Lostbelt have little to do with me now," Scáthach slightly turned her head away.
In truth, after watching the video, she could clearly recall that soft sensation from before.
It made her heart, unchanged for thousands of years, race wildly.
"..."
Napoleon stared at the faint blush on the other's cheeks and was momentarily at a complete loss for words.
This King of the Lostbelt seemed even more outrageous than him.
A crone thousands of years old, yet putting on the shy demeanor of a seventeen-year-old maiden.
Why does an old woman pretend to be a virgin?
Of course,
He wouldn't dare say that out loud.
If he really spoke those words, he'd receive a heartfelt gesture from her—
A spear straight through his heart!
In the video.
Prompted by Nameless,
The little loli Asha emerged from the bushes and said timidly, "You saved me earlier, so I came to thank you."
She held out a bunch of bananas as a token of gratitude.
"No need to be so polite," Nameless declined modestly.
However, Rama simply reached out and took them: "Then I'll graciously accept. The bananas I ate from Hanuman back then were truly delicious—I still remember them fondly. Of course, the ones you've given are quite tasty too."
He peeled a banana with natural ease and began eating with obvious relish.
His demeanor made the audience cringe.
It somehow reminded them of certain... unmentionable films.
Da Vinci ignored him entirely and stepped forward to ask, "Do those monsters appear often?"
"Yes, they always show up when the Yuga is about to end."
Asha looked at them curiously. "Don't you know that? It's as natural as the sun rising in the morning or stars appearing at night. Even Vihan knows that."
"Ahem, we're from very far away."
Da Vinci sounded slightly embarrassed.
As the so-called Universal Man, a genius among geniuses, being compared unfavorably to a dog by a little girl was truly humiliating.
Asha added, "Especially tomorrow, when the Yuga is about to end, there will be even more Kali~"
"Why more? How do you all survive then?"
Everyone perked up, eager to gather as much information as possible about this Lostbelt.
"Because the Yuga is ending, everyone hides at home and prays more devoutly to the gods."
Asha's small face brightened with a smile, as if the adults' questions delighted her.
She straightened her flat chest and continued, "As long as we stay inside, the Kali won't attack us. We just wait for the gods' final judgment."
"Judgment for what?" Da Vinci pressed urgently.
"To judge our good and evil, of course, and then kill everyone."
In her soft, adorable loli voice, Asha stated this horrifying truth.
Under the stunned gazes of the group,
She cheerfully reassured them, "But don't worry! As long as you haven't done evil, the gods will revive you, and you can keep living happily~"
"..."
Da Vinci exchanged glances with the others, all falling into silence.
This only made the little loli even more curious, wondering why they didn't know such basic facts.
The audience was equally baffled, unsure what any of this meant.
Just then,
Nameless finally spoke up to explain: "Kali is a demon god in Hindu mythology, representing darkness and violence."
That was the origin of those monsters.
"Yuga refers to the four ages in Hindu belief. They believe that after four Yugas, the world will cycle anew."
Nameless continued, "But each Yuga period, which originally lasted hundreds of millions of years, has now been compressed to just ten days!"
"That means every ten days, the cycle resets. Everyone is killed by the 'God,' only to be resurrected based on their karma!"
With this explanation, the members of Chaldea widened their eyes in shock.
The audience was equally stunned—
[Damn, I thought Nameless was just overreacting out of nervousness at first, but now I'm eating my words!]
[Ten days per cycle? Killing everyone and resurrecting them? What the hell is this "God" trying to do?]
[This is terrifying! Experiencing life and death every ten days—just thinking about it gives me chills!]
[No wonder the little girl could say it with a smile. She must be used to it. How many times has she been killed?]
[This fourth Lostbelt is clearly far worse than the previous three. We have to take down that "God"!]
...
At first glance, the audience had assumed this Lostbelt was relatively peaceful—perhaps just populated by some terrifying monsters.
But now, the little girl had personally revealed the truth.
The darkness of this world left everyone reeling.
A cycle every ten days!
Meaning,
every ten days, you experience life and death.
If the "God" judges you as "evil," you die permanently!
The sheer horror of having no control over your own life
left countless viewers suffocating under the weight of dread just imagining it.
Amid this oppressive atmosphere,
Nameless and the others were led by the little girl to a cave, where they temporarily took shelter.
During their journey, they chatted.
Asha also mentioned that she had once encountered someone who claimed to be a god, who had healed many people.
This made the audience deeply suspicious—was this mysterious figure none other than the Demon God King Goetia?
But the problem was,
Goetia seemed to have been following Nameless all along. How could he have arrived in the Lostbelt before him?
Just as the group was preparing to rest,
an unexpected guest suddenly appeared.
The figure possessed a beautiful body—
not in the sense of masculine or feminine beauty, but in the perfection of a "human" form.
They stood there in an oddly unnatural posture.
Even when Karna attacked, his strike merely grazed past them as if it were nothing more than a spring breeze.
Nameless calmly observed the newcomer. "Scandinavia Peperoncino, what brings you here? Are you looking to cooperate with us?"
The visitor was none other than one of the seven traitors of Team A!
Their true identity remained unknown—even their name was fake.
Yet, they had been personally invited by the first director, Marisbury Animusphere, to become a Master candidate.
Now, they were overseeing the fourth Lostbelt.
"My, my, as expected of you, Gudako," Peperoncino chuckled. "Even when facing an enemy like me, you dare to chat so casually. How bold."
"If you want to cooperate with me, you'll have to prove yourselves worthy first."
Despite being an enemy, they showed no intention of hostility from start to finish.
In fact, they seemed oddly open to collaboration.
But then,
an unforeseen enemy descended.
Wielding a spear, they launched a sudden, deadly assault—their target unmistakably being Nezha!
In an instant, Nameless projected a Noble Phantasm.
Layers of purple petals materialized, firmly shielding Nezha.
It was none other than the ultimate defense against piercing attacks—
[Rho Aias—The Seven Rings that Cover the Fiery Heavens!]
Layer by layer, the petals shattered.
The opponent's attack was far more formidable than imagined, utterly unstoppable.
If not for Nameless intervening in time, Nezha would have been instantly annihilated!
But it was enough—piercing through seven layers of petals had already bought sufficient time.
Mashu immediately raised her shield, standing guard in front of everyone with full vigilance.
Nezha also reacted swiftly, retreating in haste.
And then—
She stared at the incoming assailant in shock and exclaimed, "How do you look exactly like me? What's going on?"
Indeed, the one attacking was unmistakably also Nezha!