This arrow.
Was forged with Heracles burning his life force to erect a protective shield for everyone.
With the heroic spirit Paris willingly sacrificing himself, transforming his body into the arrow.
Crafted by the sun god Apollo himself, intended to strike down his own sister.
Infused with every ounce of Nameless's magical energy, incorporating all the mysteries of the Archer class.
Even the blessing from the moon goddess—
[Moon Goddess's Favor]
Was refined by Nameless into its conceptual essence and merged into this arrow.
Yet this arrow was not purely of hatred and enmity.
It was filled with compassion, sympathy, lament, and sorrow.
And,
Farewell!
The moon goddess, suspended in the heavens for ten thousand years, had long had her core altered by Zeus, becoming little more than a living puppet.
Now, Nameless, with this all-consuming arrow, pierced through her completely!
Today is the day to shoot down a god!
The audience erupted in cheers—
[We won! We won! We finally shot down the moon goddess!]
[It was so hard! Watching each heroic spirit fall tragically one by one, finally bringing down a god through blood and tears!]
[These Machine Gods of the fifth Lostbelt are ridiculously strong! Even Tamamo-no-Mae with all nine tails gathered wasn't this difficult to fight!]
[Heracles, Achilles, Paris, Chiyome… Your efforts weren't in vain—Nameless shot down the moon goddess!]
[Stop! Stop! This should be a joyful victory, but thinking of all the sacrifices, I can't help bursting into tears!]
[This proves that a Crown-ranked Spirit Origin is just a one-time enhancement tool—discarding the Crown is the only true path!]
...
In Academy City.
The academy director, Tamamo-no-Mae, frowned at the screen. "Damn, in comparison, doesn't this make me look pathetic?"
To confront the moon goddess, they sacrificed Heracles, Achilles, and a host of other heroic spirits at once.
Each was a renowned great hero from Greek mythology.
The entire process was so brutally tragic it felt despairing.
But.
When Nameless faced Tamamo-no-Mae—who had gathered all nine tails and transformed into the sun goddess Amaterasu—he didn't sacrifice a single person!
Yu Ji doesn't count.
That one's a self-detonation maniac who can blow up infinitely and revive instantly!
When teamed up with Chen Gong, her explosions nearly rivaled the Tsar Bomba!
Even the mighty sun goddess Tamamo-no-Mae struggled to withstand it.
That's why Nameless easily discarded his Crown and shot down her solar divinity with one arrow.
Now, in comparison, doesn't that make her seem weak and foolish?
"You still use… ahem, the Lostbelt Machine Gods have extremely high mobility." Merlin instinctively wanted to tease her.
But after a moment's thought, since they were somewhat allies now, he decided to save her a little face.
"Pathetic" was an understatement.
The illustrious sun goddess with all nine tails gathered was thoroughly dominated by Nameless and Yu Ji's team from start to finish.
A legendary fox spirit who could topple nations and enchant all beings actually ended up being charmed by Nameless—how embarrassing!
And she still wants to compare herself to those Machine Gods?
Just go to sleep.
You can dream all you want there!
Tamamo-no-Mae shot him a sidelong glance. "Heh, are you trying to mock me?"
If others said it, fine—it's hard to track them down through the internet.
But you, daring to say it right in front of me? I'll smack you with a tail first!
"No! I'm saying the Machine Gods truly possess super high mobility and incredibly powerful attack capabilities." Merlin declared righteously.
In truth, that was honestly the case.
The Olympian Machine Gods roam the cosmos, effortlessly overpowering Earth's native deities.
Take their extreme mobility alone.
The Moon Goddess is a [Sniper-Type Interstellar Combat Vessel] possessing absurdly high maneuverability.
Specialized for precision sniping.
Her speed surpasses all Heroic Spirits, rendering all Noble Phantasms unable to lock onto her.
Coupled with deploying [Planet-Destroying Sniper Cannons] from tens of thousands of meters in the air, ground-based Heroic Spirits stand completely defenseless.
Tamamo-no-Mae nodded. "That's true. The Machine Gods' greatest advantages are their extreme speed and extraterrestrial attacks."
Earth's native Heroic Spirits cannot venture into space.
Even if they did, they would lose the terrain bonuses from Pan-Human History, causing their power to plummet.
They're inherently undefeatable.
Once again proving the saying—
Truth always lies within the range of artillery!
"Actually, King Arthur's Holy Sword is most suited for confronting Machine Gods," Merlin remarked with a light laugh.
Mentioning Artoria filled her with shared pride.
That little one had grown up under her watch, taught since childhood in dreams.
Tamamo agreed, "Hmm, Artoria's Holy Sword does possess special anti-alien attributes."
The Machine Gods in this Lostbelt weren't defeated by the Umbral Star, so they never integrated into the Greek pantheon.
Fundamentally, they remain outsiders.
And Artoria's Holy Sword, when fully unsealed, becomes the [Sword of the Stars], countering all Machine Gods.
Back when Nameless transformed into the first Swordbearer, he was empowered by both [Alaya] and [Gaia], the two Counter Forces.
With one strike, he slew the far more formidable Umbral Star.
Under such conditions, fully unleashing the Holy Sword would turn the Olympian Machine Gods into mere dishes.
Unfortunately, it's impossible.
The Demon King Goetia had long fused with the planet's consciousness, becoming a new Counter Force.
Nameless, resolved to perish together, dragged him into the Root.
What descended into the Lostbelt was merely an incarnation.
Tamamo couldn't help but pout. "So, Nameless really brought this upon himself."
She was waiting for Goetia to break all seals and reemerge to destroy humanity.
When that time comes.
She'd make Nameless kneel and beg for her help!
The thought alone made her tremble with excitement.
How thrilling!
...
In the video.
High in the heavens.
The Moon Goddess, her core pierced by an arrow, shuddered violently as her components convulsed.
In the previous God War, Zeus had tampered with her core, forcing her to help defeat the other six Machine Gods.
Now, with her core utterly shattered, all of Zeus's restraints vanished.
A mechanical voice echoed—
"If each component operated independently, minimal combat capability might be sustained."
"But it's hopeless now. After this arrow, defeat is inevitable."
"This arrow was fired with compassion, but it was meant for the Moon Goddess who loved Pan-Human History, not me."
"Yet, I'm truly glad he willingly freed me completely."
Amid the mechanical tones.
Memories from Pan-Human History flickered.
Back then.
The Moon Goddess of Pan-Human History curiously asked Nameless, "Hey, why don't you want to become a god?"
Becoming a deity grants eternal life and immense power.
You can do whatever you wish.
And better protect humanity.
"Because I am human. That would be equivalent to abandoning everything about myself."
Nameless smiled faintly, gazing up at the moon. "Look, isn't the moon beautiful? But I don't want to become the moon."
"I don't quite understand... But if you were to become a god, you could live forever, staying with me eternally."
Artemis showed a puzzled expression. "Humans are transient beings, forever saying farewell."
"Life should be like summer flowers blazing in splendor, death like autumn leaves in quiet beauty... I still wish to live a peaceful human life."
Nameless's eyes reflected the bright moonlight, and also captured a glimpse of the moon goddess's elegant figure. "If, when everything ends, I will find a place to live in seclusion."
"Not thinking about anything, not doing anything, just being an ordinary, common person."
"Ordinary schooling, ordinary marriage, ordinary child-rearing, ordinary graying hair..."
Only after experiencing countless hardships and setbacks
does one finally understand that simple, small happiness is precisely the ultimate pursuit countless people yearn for.
The audience felt slightly heartached watching him.
This was the first time Nameless had openly spoken about his future plans.
Not to become some superstar or big shot, but simply to lay down all burdens and become an ordinary, common person.
Considering his life paved with blood and fire, one could better understand how heartbreaking this pursuit truly was.
"Such transient yet cruel creatures, you humans."
Artemis reached out to touch the young man's cheek. "Well, if that day ever comes, I'd be willing to grow old with you."
Her eyes were filled with tender affection, completely devoid of a deity's arrogance and indifference.
The memory scene ended.
In the sky above, the massive [Sniper-type Interstellar Battleship] was completely collapsing.
"All units silent!"
"Not because of hatred or enmity, but because of the Moon Goddess's love for him."
"I can finally... sleep..."
Without any struggle, without any resistance.
Artemis calmly welcomed her own end.
The final voice poured down from the heavens—
"O destroyer of gods! O suppressor of Olympus! Go and utterly destroy this world where nothing exists but strength!"
"The moon shall guide your path..."
The bright moonlight scattered down.
Transforming into pure white footprints, like luminous traces left by the Moon Goddess's steps.
Leading all the way to Olympus, clearly marking the path for everyone.
The Moon Goddess Artemis has been shot down!
The most powerful general under God King Zeus has fallen.
Yet Da Vinci spoke with utmost seriousness: "Everyone, we still have one final enemy—Poseidon!"
The so-called Atlantic Lostbelt was merely a disguised facade.
The true Fantasy Tree is located in Olympus.
That is, the gathering place of the gods.
They must enter from the sea surface into the Void Cave, thereby accessing the subterranean Olympus.
But the prerequisite is to defeat Poseidon, the guardian of Olympus, before they can search for the true Fantasy Tree.
Poseidon, the Sea God, is a formidable main deity-class battleship on par with Zeus.
And possesses the terrifying authority to control the oceans.
On these Atlantic waters, his power receives an exaggerated amplification.
Comparable to Nameless within his Reality Marble.
"The only consolation is that Drake has already stolen one of Poseidon's divine cores, with four remaining."
Nameless produced the divine core given to him earlier by Sister Drake.
As this divine core appeared.
Before Nameless, a scene that had previously occurred was considerately played back by [Alaya].
It showed Drake confronting Poseidon.
Francis Drake.
This bold and straightforward older sister was the genuine Sea Demon King.
She was the first to complete a circumnavigation of the globe while surviving the journey (unlike Magellan who didn't live to finish).
Later, as a pirate, she defeated the Spanish Armada!
After arriving in these waters.
This fearless pirate boldly challenged a deity!
No, this wasn't her first time.
Back in the Fourth Singularity.
When Drake sought to seize the Holy Grail, she triggered a massive temple explosion, literally crushing the Sea God Poseidon to death!
And gifted the stolen Holy Grail to Nameless, using it as a wine cup.
In this Lostbelt.
This pirate became even more formidable, directly piloting her pirate ship to decisively ambush the Sea God Poseidon!
And seized one of his divine cores as a trophy.
Her reason for attacking was quite simple.
Drake gazed at the distant divine core and said: "Looking at this sparkling thing, it practically declares 'This is the heart,' so I couldn't resist taking it!"
This scene made all witnesses widen their eyes in complete disbelief.
Was it really that simple and effortless?
One could only say, truly worthy of being a "Star Trailblazer," turning the impossible into reality!
And her casual, understated tone made this great feat appear even more incredible.
Of course, the cost was that she incurred Poseidon's curse:
"I curse you to never set sail again! Once you venture out to sea, you shall summon violent storms that will sink your ship completely!"
This curse utterly severed the possibility of the great pirate ever sailing again.
She couldn't even help Nameless safeguard humanity.
Yet she still chose to entrust her ship to Jason and gave the stolen divine core to Nameless.
Drake herself remained on the island.
Standing on the shore, watching the departing Golden Hind—now the new Argo—she murmured, "This is all I can do to help you now. Please destroy Poseidon completely!"
After Nameless departed,
Odysseus had tracked them down. Realizing he was once again too late, he furiously ordered Artemis to fire the planet-destroying cannon.
The great pirate vanished along with the island, completely evaporated!
Witnessing this scene, the audience sighed with emotion—
[The great pirate who plundered everything also exhausted herself assisting Nameless in protecting humanity.]
[Even villains need their savior, and even they wish to protect others!]
[Drake, you're amazing! I'll always adore you! Let us team up and embark on the Age of Exploration together!]
[She's already a super pirate—fully qualified to contend for the title of Pirate King!]
[Speaking of which, why is the Sea God so pathetic? He seems comparable to that Cthulhu who was killed by a ship collision.]
[It was a sneak attack! Don't you understand what a sneak attack is? Now Nameless is in trouble—Poseidon will definitely be extremely vigilant!]
...
On the actual Moon,
Abigail, acting as an emissary for the Outer Gods, was watching the video alongside Attila the Hun, the Starfall Sword.
Both possessed eternal life, and with time to spare,
they might as well enjoy dramas and movies together.
Abigail asked curiously, "So, how exactly were you defeated in the Lostbelt?"
These Olympian Machine Gods were indeed powerful.
The problem was,
the Starfall Sword was even more formidable.
[The Umbral Star] was the main entity.
Its origins were mysterious, traversing the entire universe and recklessly harvesting planets with intelligent civilizations.
The [Starfall Sword] was its deployed instrument for reaping achievements.
When the Starfall Sword descended upon a planet, it would absorb spiritrons from intelligent beings and grow wildly.
Whether human, god, or even various monsters—all served as its nourishment.
This allowed it to grow without limits, eventually harvesting the entire planet before annihilating everything completely.
A true planet-busting capability!
Previously, Nameless had transformed into the first Swordbearer and, empowered by two Counter Forces, managed to defeat it.
The Olympian gods had been utterly routed, forced to integrate into Greek mythology to escape.
Yet in the Lostbelt, the gods continued to exist in the form of Machine Gods.
"The twelve Machine Gods merged into one, becoming the Omnipotent Great God, and that was how they defeated me before I reached my full growth," Attila replied.
After watching numerous videos, she had recovered many of her past memories.
Her former self was purely a harvesting and destruction weapon, devoid of any emotion.
Thus, her earlier memories were no different from cold, computerized log records.
Only when she took human form—as Attila the Hun—did she experience the feeling of being alive for the first time.
Abigail suddenly understood: "So they defeated your juvenile form—no wonder they managed to survive."
After devouring and harvesting an entire planetary civilization, the Starfall Sword would indeed become unstoppable.
But that required a lengthy process.
The Olympian gods took advantage of its immature state, fused the twelve divine authorities, and transformed into an omnipotent deity to defeat it.
No wonder the Fifth Lostbelt could form.
This made Abigail feel rather conflicted.
The gods who were slaughtered and crushed by the Velber could easily overpower human Heroic Spirits.
Truly, everything has its nemesis.
The Velber, also originating from the cosmos, naturally counter the Machine Gods from the universe.
"So, was Cthulhu really killed by a ship?" Atalanta gently inquired.
Poseidon, who had his authority snatched by the pirate Drake, was utterly humiliating.
But an Outer God being killed by a ship seems even more disgraceful, doesn't it?
Abigail couldn't help but roll her eyes: "How could that be! Even if It were shattered by a ship, It wouldn't die!"
"So, It was actually hit by a ship?" Atalanta grew even more astonished.
What she thought was a myth fabricated by humans turned out to be something that truly happened.
"Right after awakening from slumber, It was bumped by a human ship..."
Abigail replied somewhat awkwardly.
When the stars align, R'lyeh will rise from the seabed, and the great Cthulhu will awaken.
Then,
got utterly smashed by a ship.
Though It couldn't be killed, nor even injured, it was still quite embarrassing.
Instantly lowering the dignity of the Evil God.
As a spokesperson for the Outer Gods, Abigail also felt rather awkward recalling that incident.
Fortunately, she is a blessed of the great [One-in-All], not a follower of Cthulhu!
...
The video continued.
Chaldea's Nautilus underwent modifications by the forge god Hephaestus.
It was instantly upgraded from a makeshift vessel to possessing numerous capabilities akin to a cosmic warship.
Of course, it still fell far short of the Machine Gods, but it was sufficient for their needs.
The new Nautilus and the new Argo set sail, heading toward the final gateway.
Nameless suddenly asked: "Jason, are you alright?"
"Don't worry, as long as you're fine, I'm definitely fine!" Jason patted his chest, boasting proudly.
In the blink of an eye.
The crew of the Argo, which had just assembled, was already dwindling.
A trace of loneliness flickered in Jason's eyes, but not a hint of regret.
He absolutely must not let their sacrifices go to waste.
This time.
He would carry the will of his crewmates and continue to fight!
Just as the two ships arrived at their destination guided by the moon goddess, the entire sea began to churn violently.
The majestic power of the sea god was being recklessly mobilized, initiating a barrage of attacks.
Its single-target destructive power was indeed not as strong as the moon goddess's.
However.
Poseidon's destructive power surged on the sea surface, allowing him to unleash overwhelming firepower.
Making it impossible for Nameless and the others to break through.
Clearly, having one of his divine cores stolen earlier had driven him into a frenzied state.
He was seeing enemies everywhere!
Not allowing the slightest chance for anyone to approach.
At this moment.
Jason, who had always preferred to stay in the rear, volunteered: "Everyone, let Mandricardo and I clear the way for you!"
"Are you sure?" Da Vinci looked at him in surprise.
Through their time together, she had come to understand his character quite well.
A hero who was extremely genuine, or rather, very human.
From the beginning, he only thought about hiding by the tavern hearth, doing nothing all day.
Later, he met Nameless.
And after being entrusted with the Golden Hind by Drake, he seemed to have changed quite a bit.
Although he still only knew how to give orders, appeared somewhat cowardly, and constantly complained about Nameless, he had been diligently assisting Chaldea in battle all along.
When he saw Nameless being assassinated by Charlotte earlier, he flew into a rage just like Heracles.
Almost charging at Odysseus to fight to the death.
Now.
He actually wanted to risk death and be the vanguard!
Jason rolled his eyes: "Hey, don't look down on me, sis! I am, after all, the captain of the Argo. I do have some courage."
"Yes, I'm with him. Let us help you one more time." Mandricardo also smiled.
Two heroic spirits from different eras had chosen to join forces and form a suicide squad.
The new Argo set sail, fearlessly charging toward Poseidon.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Poseidon began his barrage again, both main and secondary cannons glowing with dazzling light, intent on completely destroying them.
Facing such a powerful attack from a chief god.
Mandricardo stood at the bow and said: "Jason, I'll block the attacks. You focus on closing in!"
"Brother, that's a sure way to die. Are you certain?" Jason was somewhat surprised.
Mandricardo smiled and said: "Aren't you certain?"
"Alright, I'll be joining you soon anyway. Let's do it!"
Jason reached out and patted his shoulder, "If we meet again someday, I'll buy you a drink!"
"Thanks. I'll buy you ten seconds. Don't let me down!"
Mandricardo's smile grew even more relaxed.
Then,
He transmitted a message through the previously prepared magic communicator:
"Guda, I'm a bit sorry, but I have to say goodbye first."
"But you see, I came here purely for personal reasons. I wanted to help my friend, and I wanted to help you."
"I once made a vow to heaven and the fairies that I would not draw my sword again until I obtained the peerless sword (Durendal)."
"But now, it seems I shall fulfill my vow."
"Please do not grieve for me. Even as a Heroic Spirit, such a glorious moment is worthy of pride."
"Haha, I know telling you not to mind is impossible. If you want to cry, save it for later."
"Well then, farewell, my friend~"
After leaving these final words,
He made all viewers instantly realize what he intended to do.
One by one, they instinctively wanted to stop him.
Unfortunately,
This was merely happening in the video.
Leaving everyone no choice but to watch helplessly.
Mandiçardo charged headlong into Poseidon's relentless bombardment, like a moth darting into flames.
"Noble Phantasm — [Oath of the Swordless (Serment de Durandal)]. I shall break my vow under this pledge!"
A clear, resonant sword chime rang out.
For the first time, this swordsman who never carried a blade drew his sword.
This was a phantom Noble Phantasm, one even he himself had never been aware of.
Mandiçardo swung his sword against the dense barrage of Poseidon's artillery: "This time, I will be the one to block it!"
[Ultimate Phantom Sword (Rêve de Durandal)!]
When this second Noble Phantasm was activated,
Even the [Armor of the Nine Paladins], originally just a skill, sublimated into the form of a Noble Phantasm.
Granting him defensive power that surpassed all limits.
Under the stunned gazes of all,
He brandished his sword against the enemy, stubbornly withstanding every single one of Poseidon's attacks!
One second, his skin melted away.
Two seconds, his flesh was scorched.
Three seconds, he had lost all sensation.
...
His entire body transformed into a burning crimson flame, yet he endured the god's furious assault.
Carving out a path straight to Poseidon's hull for everyone!
Mandiçardo's inner thoughts amidst the flames were revealed by Alaya.
"As expected, holding this back is far too difficult, but I absolutely will not allow you to harm Gudao and everyone else."
"Right now, I am not acting as a Heroic Spirit, but as a friend helping him!"
He was completely dissolved in the endless radiance.
Mandiçardo, fallen!
The viewers were moved to tears—
[Dammit, how can there be more casualties! We haven't even reached Zeus yet, are we really going to be wiped out?]
[Mandiçardo, we are all your friends. You did amazing!]
[Sigh, another one has fallen. He broke his vow without hesitation to assist Nameless in protecting humanity!]
[Look, a world where no one gets hurt has been achieved. Isn't it simple? Wuwu, I'm tearing up instantly!]
[Unstoppable tears, and the courage and determination to keep moving forward... Nameless is going to need therapy after this!]
...
Suppressing their sorrow, everyone charged along the path he had opened, storming onto Poseidon's hull.
Initiating the final battle.
One powerful Atlantean soldier after another launched frenzied attacks.
Jason, usually cowardly and timid, now had bloodshot eyes as he wildly swung his sword and charged into the fray.
The battle grew increasingly brutal.
One by one, soldiers rivaling Heroic Spirits could not hold their ground against the group's all-out assault.
Poseidon, having already lost one divine core to Drake, had fallen into chaos.
Chiron, deployed as the final line of defense, had long been slain by Nameless.
The remaining three divine cores were utterly incapable of stopping Nameless and the others, and were swiftly destroyed.
A chaotic mechanical noise rang out—
[Alert! Drake has stolen a Divine Core! We must report to Olympus!]
[All Divine Cores have been destroyed. This unit has activated the final self-destruct sequence!]
[Zeus, you bastard I despise... but now everything rests in your hands. Don't let them get away!]
All four Divine Cores that constituted its body were completely destroyed.
Poseidon, whose Divine Core had already been tampered with, making him rather dim-witted, now faced complete annihilation.
Captain Nemo shouted, "Evacuate immediately! It'll be too late if we don't leave now!"
The New Argo had already been completely destroyed in the previous intense bombardment.
The group quickly boarded the New Nautilus.
Yet Jason remained standing on Poseidon's battleship, waving them off. "You go on ahead. Don't worry about me."
"Eh? Mr. Jason, please come with us quickly!" Mash was surprised, looking at him.
The Machine God beneath his feet was about to self-destruct.
Staying behind meant certain death.
Jason spoke in an extremely annoyed tone, "Stop dawdling. I'm too tired. Next time, don't call me—working with you all is exhausting!"
"You..."
Nameless hesitated but fell into silence.
"Haha, I'm not sticking with you anymore. You've been fooling me all along—just get going already!"
Jason laughed heartily. "If you don't take down that bastard Zeus, I won't forgive you!"
"Thank you."
Nameless expressed his gratitude solemnly.
"Damn it, you're all so slow. I don't care for any words of praise."
Jason waved his hand as if shooing away flies. "Hurry up and leave. Next time we meet, don't make me do any hard work."
"Mm, goodbye~"
Nameless bowed slightly in farewell.
Mash also seemed to understand implicitly, tears welling in her eyes. "Take care, Mr. Jason."
"Hurry up and leave, must you really stay with me?"
Jason urged with clear annoyance.
Yet.
After everyone had departed.
He stood alone on the deserted warship, gazing at the distant ocean as he murmured softly:
"I asked that foolish witch for a Mystic Code to conceal my external injuries—never thought I'd actually need to use it."
"Thanks to this, I should have barely maintained the captain's dignified appearance. Though I've no idea how much disgusting sweat I've shed or how much blood I've lost."
Indeed, Jason's external appearance was far from being as unharmed as it seemed.
Through countless brutal battles, his entire body had been pushed to the brink of collapse.
It was entirely through the Mystic Code he obtained from Medea that he forcibly concealed these injuries.
Now, with everyone gone, he no longer needed any pretense.
"Argo, and my crew—let your captain accompany you."
Jason stood at the ship's bow and leaped toward the distant, sinking Argo.
Then.
He sank into the sea together with the Argo.
Boom!
The self-destruction of the Poseidon-class warship's main body devoured the ocean for dozens of kilometers around.
Nothing remained.
Captain of the Argo, Jason.
Fallen!
The barrage instantly exploded with comments—
[Ahhh, the Argonauts really got wiped out! Truly worthy of the name "Sea of Annihilation"!]
[Jason, I crown you the most dazzling guy in this desperate sea!]
[Jason is amazing! So "showboating when winning, godlike when losing" refers to you!]
[Indeed, my impression of him completely reversed in an instant. Turns out he only unleashes his power to turn the tide when pushed to the brink!]
[All glory to the Argo Expedition! You enabled Nameless to cross this sea of despair!]
...
Outside the video.
Greek Parliament.
One after another, the parliament members widened their eyes in disbelief: "The Speaker actually displayed such bravery and fearlessness?"
This was enough to shock all the parliament members out of their wits.
Age of Heroes.
After Jason descended upon Greece, he became the Speaker and Guardian at the request of countless Greeks.
Other powerful Heroic Spirits like King Arthur, King of Heroes, and King of Conquerors were all freely displaying their prowess on the international stage.
But this Speaker had no interest in making waves internationally.
He only wanted to stay home and diligently tend to his own affairs.
The parliament members had no choice but to stay home with him, gradually coming to understand his true nature.
When previous videos were exposed, everyone realized:
This so-called hero was actually just an ordinary person—cowardly, greedy, and lustful.
Especially in the Fourth Singularity, where he was exposed to the fullest, becoming the target of countless people's mockery and disdain.
This left many parliament members filled with complaints they could only bury in their hearts, not daring to speak them aloud.
What else could they do? It wasn't like they could just leave him.
After all, aside from Jason, none of the other Greek mythological Heroic Spirits had any interest in governing them.
Just look at Atalanta, who only wants to run an orphanage and adopt homeless children.
That witch plays even wilder—one experiment nearly destroyed an entire city, terrifying everyone.
As for Heracles, he went all the way to China on the other side of the world to dote on his daughter Illya.
The other Heroic Spirits either haven't appeared or simply don't involve themselves in governance.
They could only rely on this unreliable Jason.
But now.
His performance in the fifth Lostbelt had utterly stunned everyone.
A portly councilor said gravely, "So it turns out the Council President only unleashes his true power when facing calamity."
"Indeed, he slacks off when things go smoothly but becomes godlike when facing adversity!"
The others nodded in agreement.
In that moment, they suddenly gained a pillar of support and began genuinely worshipping him as their Council President.
He might be unreliable now.
But when Greece faces danger, that's when he'll display his godlike prowess.
There's nothing left to fear!
Elsewhere.
Atalanta stared at him in astonishment: "Jason, is that really you?"
No matter how she looked at it, she couldn't connect the person in the Lostbelt who disregarded life and death with the man standing before her.
The difference was just too extreme.
"What, if it's not me then who? You?" Jason retorted smugly.
Though his death in the video was somewhat heroic.
It was enough.
After watching the video, the anxiety weighing on his heart finally eased.
Thank goodness.
He hadn't suffered a humiliating defeat or been treated as a villain boss to be farmed - what a relief!
And he'd displayed such a glorious and magnificent moment - this would definitely completely reverse his previous reputation.
After everyone finished watching, he'd use the video for worldwide promotion.
Especially targeting those who'd mocked him - he'd slap every single one of them right back!
I, Jason, am invincible!
"See, this is exactly the kind of person who slacks off like a dog when things go smoothly," Medea scoffed, full of disdain.
Chiron had countless disciples.
Including famous great heroes like Achilles and Heracles.
But Chiron always considered Jason his most outstanding disciple.
And Chiron's evaluation of Jason was—
"When facing calamity, he will step forward to turn the tide. You can always believe in him!"
Of course.
The centaur teacher forgot to add one thing—
"When everything's going smoothly, he'll be more reckless than anyone, rowing without oars, relying entirely on momentum!"
An extreme hero of polarized nature.
Or rather, a more authentic hero closer to ordinary people.
Atalanta looked at the smug Jason and nodded in agreement: "Indeed."
This kind of person was completely unreliable.
But thinking about it, that made sense.
When everything's going smoothly, there's no need for you to take charge anyway - just don't mess things up.
By comparison, Nameless is much more reliable.
You can trust him completely from start to finish!
Jason sneered: "Tch, that bastard Nameless." When I find him, I'm definitely going to extort a feast from him!"
He promised to let me reassemble the Argo.
But just look at this.
His Argo crew got completely wiped out again!
Not to mention that Nameless is still alive.
The one who was part of the Argo crew was Nameless, not Fujimaru Ritsuki who appeared in the Lostbelt.
There's still a difference there.
So this is—
The True Sea of Annihilation!
At the cost of sacrificing all the Argo heroes, sending the other party across the Sea of Despair.
Breaking Through the Despair Sea!
When he sees that guy, he's definitely going to properly extort several feasts of dragon liver and phoenix marrow, jade nectar and divine wine!
...
The video continues.
After breaking through the Despair Sea.
The first half of the fifth Lostbelt concludes.
The second half—
[Star-Crossing Urban Mountains: Olympus]
Begins!
The newly transformed Nautilus, having received the legacy of Hephaestus, God of Fire and Forging, traverses the Void Cave.
Finally descends upon Olympus.
The moment we arrived.
Looking up, one could see an incredibly thick tree descending from the heavens.
Its roots deeply embedded in the magnificent city below.
The entire underground space was saturated with magical energy surpassing even that of the Seventh Singularity, "The Absolute Demonic Front of Babylonia."
It could truly be called a genuine Age of Gods level of magical energy.
Persisting from the supposedly ended Age of Gods all the way to the 21st century!
This city was even more magnificent, completely overshadowing any metropolis from 21st century Pan-Human History.
Something one could only see in science fiction films.
A grand metropolis resembling paradise.
Da Vinci murmured in astonishment: "This metropolis... could it possibly house five million people?"
"No, it feels like it could be ten million!" Dr. Roman was equally astonished.
Everyone present felt their scalps tingle with shock.
And the audience understood this reaction perfectly.
Because, according to previous information,
Every single resident here possessed strength equivalent to a Servant.
This meant Chaldea would be facing a terrifying horde of ten million Servants!
If truly surrounded by all of them, no one except the Demon God King Goetia could survive!
Mash pointed at the towering tree in the distance and asked, "Could that be the Fantasy Tree?"
"No, that appears to be just one root of the Fantasy Tree." Nameless shook his head, his expression extremely grave.
"One... root???"
Mash's jaw dropped in astonishment.
A single root, descending from the heavens, stood thousands of meters tall.
How large must the main body be then?
"Indeed, that is merely one root. The Fantasy Tree has likely taken root throughout the entire world!"
Holmes' eyes shone with awe: "This means we're looking at a Fantasy Tree nearing complete maturity!"
On Chaldea's monitoring platform,
They could see the so-called Fantasy Tree had grown to unimaginable proportions.
Its roots spread everywhere, already enveloping the entire Lostbelt.
This indicated that
the Fifth Lostbelt represented the deepest implantation of the Fantasy Tree, making it most likely to summon the Alien God and overthrow Pan-Human History!
The spectators watching the video understood this situation even better than the Chaldea staff in the footage.
Because
the previous roundtable discussion of the seven A-team Masters had already exposed all this beforehand.
That captain Kirschtaria, who wielded celestial magecraft with unfathomable power, had confidently declared
that his Fifth Lostbelt's Fantasy Tree was already approaching maturity.
When the time came, the Fantasy Tree would cover the entire Earth, completely replacing Pan-Human History.
Besides the captain's Lostbelt,
the first four Lostbelts had already been pruned.
The sixth British Lostbelt had somehow been cut down by its own residents.
The seventh Lostbelt was even more peculiar - they couldn't even plant a tree there.
Only the Fifth Lostbelt qualified to replace Pan-Human History!
Bzz~ Bzz~ Bzz~
At that moment, the Nautilus suddenly received a signal from an unknown channel.
It broke through Chaldea's local network with overwhelming force
and delivered a mechanical voice declaration with even greater arrogance—
"I am the God Age Titan Ocean, the Supreme Ruler of the Interstellar City!"
"The righteous great god who commands twelve chief deities, omniscient and omnipotent."
"The king of the Atlantic Lostbelt—"
"Zeus!"
"Insects! Submit! Perish!"
As soon as the declaration ended,
thunder exploded outside the new Nautilus.
Countless lightning bolts danced wildly across the sky, transforming the surroundings into an ocean of lightning.
The newly upgraded Nautilus, capable of traveling through space,
appeared as small and insignificant as a fallen leaf in this sea of thunder!
The Lostbelt King Zeus had made his move!
This terrifying God King, just like Odysseus, had directly confronted Chaldea,
leaving all viewers stunned—
[Damn! Fuck! You're not playing by the rules! The final boss shows up right at the start?]
[Now I understand why that bastard Odysseus was so cautious - he learned it all from this guy!]
[What the hell is this! Just left the starter village and the final boss is already camping the entrance! Screw this, give me my money back!]
[We're doomed. Not only are the enemies in the Fifth Lostbelt ridiculously strong, why are they all so cautious too? They're not giving us any breathing room at all!]
[Damn! The Argonauts just got wiped out after barely breaking through the Impassable Sea. And now the God King is waiting at the door? I feel despair just watching Nameless!]
[This feels like when Nameless first arrived at the First Singularity, only to have Goetia immediately show up trying to kill him!]
...
In the living room.
Roya was also stunned: "Just what kind of monsters are in this Fifth Lostbelt?"
The cautious strategist, that scoundrel Odysseus, was like this from the beginning.
As soon as Chaldea arrived in the Lostbelt and showed themselves, they encountered both the massive city guard and demon beast legions.
Plus Caenis leading them as a Divine Spirit, along with immediately calling Artemis to come.
They almost wiped out Nameless completely.
And now,
after sacrificing all the Argonaut heroes to break through the Impassable Sea,
they finally reach the underground interstellar city, only to open the door and find God King Zeus waiting!
Are you some kind of cautious demon king or something?
The problem is, Nameless doesn't have time to be a cautious hero.
If he keeps grinding levels to get stronger, it'll be too late.
By then, the Lostbelt would have already replaced Proper Human History.
"Truly absurd!" Gilgamesh's mouth twitched.
Even he had to admit after watching that he felt sorry for his bastard friend for three seconds.
These guys are all ridiculously, cautiously overpowered.
Not planning to give any chances at all.
Seeing this made Gilgamesh increasingly grateful.
Tiamat was so much better.
Truly a mother who spoils her children, so gentle!
She was asleep at the beginning.
After being awakened and coming ashore, she even actively [self-sealed] over 90% of her health and combat power.
From start to finish, aside from firing one destruction beam at him, she basically just let you hit her however you wanted.
That kind of boss is practically unbelievably kind.
Then look at this Zeus guy.
First he mobilized legions to besiege Chaldea.
Now he's personally taking action, trying to kill my bastard friend.
Not wasting any time with talk, just going straight for the kill!
Roya exclaimed in amazement: "Goetia was still too gentle. If I were Goetia, I'd be like Zeus - kill him right at the start, never giving Nameless time to develop!"
"..."
Hearing this, Souma almost pulled out his stabbing spear.
You're already twisted enough as it is.
Back then, he was tricked into going to Chaldea and accidentally became the only Master, running around exhausted every day.
Right after becoming a Master, he learned the entire world had already been destroyed.
And he had to face the nearly invincible Demon God King Goetia.
Who knew if the guy might suddenly have a brain fart and decide to kill him first?
The only saving grace was that the Demon God King maintained his arrogance throughout, giving him enough time to develop.
So damn lucky.
But the God King Zeus of the Fifth Lostbelt isn't giving any time at all.
And he's strong to the point of despair.
Making Souma want to tell [Alaya]—
"Screw this, give me my money back!"
This Human Order Guardian? I quit!
Unfortunately, it's a burden he's already shouldered.
Even if he has to cry through it, he has to see it through to the end!
...
The video continues.
The Lostbelt King delivered a door-camp kill.
An ocean of lightning enveloped the entire world.
Da Vinci clicked her tongue in astonishment: "Data expansion should have its limits too—just how strong is this guy?"
"To be precise, stronger than God Arjuna!"
Nameless wore a grave expression, "He is a Machine God, completely unaffected by the passage of time. Instead, he grows even more formidable."
In other Lostbelts, the power of deities plummets drastically as the Age of Gods wanes.
But this Lostbelt is different.
The Twelve Olympian Gods are all Machine Gods originating from the cosmos, entirely immune to any such influence!
"Stronger than Arjuna..."
The group fell into a collective silence.
Then.
They instantly reached a unanimous decision—
Run!
Flee at all costs!
The new Nautilus went into a frenzied dash, desperately escaping the sea of thunder.
In such a situation, the only option was to temporarily retreat and avoid confronting its overwhelming power.
Otherwise.
They would be facing not just one Zeus.
If it were tens of millions of residents with Servant-level power, plus numerous formidable Machine Gods.
No matter how strong you are, survival would be impossible!
In this desperate, all-out escape.
Nemo, as the captain, and Da Vinci, who assisted Nemo in controlling the ship, were the first to suffer severe injuries.
But it was enough.
They had finally managed to narrowly escape with their lives!
After letting Chaldea escape.
Lightning roamed the sky, transforming into a divine oracle that descended upon every corner of the Star-City—
"Oracle: Wanted—Chaldea personnel, dead or alive!"
"Whoever kills a member of Chaldea shall have one wish granted by the God-King!"
253 Fifth Lostbelt: Part 2 "Star-City Mountains: Olympus"
A promise from the King of the Gods of Olympus, the ruler of the Atlantic Lostbelt!
It could be said.
This wish far surpasses those granted by Shenlong summoned from the seven Dragon Balls, or the Genie summoned from Aladdin's lamp.
Status, wealth, power, immortality, and so on.
Any wish a mortal could conceive of could be fulfilled.
This made the audience all feel tempted—
[Damn, this Fifth Lostbelt is insane. They're really going all out to kill Nameless!]
[Ahem, since it's one wish, can I wish for 'I want three wishes'?]
[Zeus: You think you're funny? Believe me, I'll turn you into a bomb and launch you right now!]
[The problem is, the residents of the Star-City Olympus all possess Servant-level combat power and a ten-thousand-year lifespan. They shouldn't lack anything, right?]
[How could they not lack anything? Power, wealth, strength... the more you have, the greedier you become! Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many billionaires hanging from lampposts!]
[So, how exactly is Nameless supposed to cut down the Tree of Emptiness? Facing ten million Servants and several chief gods! Just thinking about it is terrifying as hell!]
...
In the real Chaldea.
Mash also furrowed her brow tightly: "Ten million Servants... how exactly did we cut down the tree back then?"
Chaldea's sole purpose in descending upon a Lostbelt is to cut down the Tree of Emptiness and prune the Lostbelt.
This means.
All life in the entire Lostbelt, for their own survival, should regard Chaldea as the enemy.
Along the way, Senpai and she had long since lost count of the sins staining their hands.
In the Singularities, they could still be considered saviors.
But in the Lostbelt journey, they could be renamed—
World Destroyers!
And in this Lostbelt, there are as many as ten million Servants.
Plus numerous supremely enhanced chief gods.
If they were to form a massive army, they could easily annihilate the entire Pan-Human History countless times over!
No wonder the Crypters unhesitatingly claimed that their Lostbelt could absolutely replace Pan-Human History.
This isn't boasting—it's a fact!
"Probably... there was additional help?" Romani Archaman replied weakly.
Faced with such a terrifyingly large army.
Even Goetia, born from his corpse, would be astonished—
No, he'd probably be excited and want to burn them all.
The question is.
Why would Goetia, traversing the Lostbelts, be willing to help Nameless?
That guy always believed that becoming human was the ugliest, most disgusting thing, didn't he?
Could it be that he's one of those tsunderes who says it's disgusting but is actually sincere deep down?
Dr. Roman thought this far and suddenly felt a bit emotionally complicated.
In his mind, the image of the Demon King Goetia with golden twin tails, stomping his feet while shouting "Baka hentai urusai," involuntarily surfaced.
Along with the scene of him lightly pounding your chest with his small fists, it instantly made him feel a throat discomfort.
In such a situation, it was completely no different from Merlin, who manipulated Merlin to toy with his pure heart!
Damn it!
After a moment of contemplation, Da Vinci replied, "Perhaps there's an inside helper?"
With just the few people from Chaldea shown in the video, it would have been impossible to break through this Lostbelt.
Yet, the Pan-Human History was preserved, proving they succeeded.
This meant that Nameless must have received additional assistance.
To help Nameless, one would need to be powerful enough and hold a pivotal position within the Lostbelt.
Who could it possibly be?
"Could it be the Captain?" Mash widened her eyes, exclaiming without thinking.
Upon careful consideration.
Those gods were all controlled by Zeus, and as the king of the Lostbelt, Zeus would only seek to kill Senpai.
As Mr. Holmes said.
Eliminate all impossibilities, and whatever remains, no matter how improbable, must be the truth.
There is only one truth—
The Captain is the biggest traitor!
"Oh, it does seem possible!" Da Vinci nodded.
Based on her understanding of the A-Team members.
Each of them sought to ensure humanity's future, albeit through the means of the Lostbelts.
When they realized that the future could only rely on Nameless and Pan-Human History.
They would likely choose to help Nameless, right?
...
The video continued.
Under the overwhelming assault of Zeus, the king of the Lostbelt, Chaldea's newly upgraded Nautilus was instantly reduced to a wreck.
Even Captain Nemo and the Universal Genius Da Vinci were severely injured while maneuvering the ship to escape the sea of thunder.
To avoid detection, they deliberately activated a new decoy system.
Moreover, they shut down the magical reactor and performed some camouflage.
An even more terrifying disaster was that.
All the leylines in the Star-City had been destroyed or altered, making it impossible to activate summoning circles.
There was no way to summon a large number of Servants in advance.
At most, they could perform temporary and minimal summons during battles.
Under such circumstances.
The best strategy was naturally to first contact the Servants who had entered earlier.
While Nameless and the others sought allies.
The scene shifted.
The Lostbelt faction also held a meeting.
The elegant goddess Europa, adorned with a magnificent crown, golden-haired and purple-eyed, proclaimed in an exaggerated tone:
"Rejoice! From this moment on, the victor of four divine wars, the ruler of the skies, wielder of thunderous power capable of destroying even galaxies and worlds."
"The King of Gods, the Almighty Great God Zeus, who possesses the entire world and strides toward an eternal future, has descended!"
Zap~
As her voice echoed, thunder wildly crackled.
Amidst endless lightning, a white-haired, imposing male figure descended with authority.
It was Zeus, the king of the Lostbelt.
He sat upon a luxurious throne, his gaze calmly sweeping across the room: "Everyone is here, my four sibling gods, and the vassal gods."
As his eyes scanned the room.
One could see deities such as Europa, Aphrodite the goddess of love, and Demeter the goddess of agriculture.
Along with the Alien God's Apostle Ashiya Dōman and Mapo, who had previously manipulated Arjuna Alter in the Fourth Lostbelt.
The Almighty God Zeus continued, "Rejoice! The Fantasy Tree nurtured by my Lostbelt has grown robust and is about to bloom!"
The blooming of the Fantasy Tree meant the Lostbelt would completely replace Pan-Human History, enduring eternally.
"If humanity cannot save itself, then let the gods save it!" declared the Almighty God Zeus with fervor. "With my omnipotent power, I shall protect the weak humans of this world and secure the future!"
The gods began offering their congratulations one after another.
For them, the Machine Gods, securing the future was naturally a joyous and significant event.
"Congratulations, Divine King. I never expected it to proceed so smoothly, even more so than the Fourth Lostbelt," Ashiya Dōman said with a laugh. "Once the Fantasy Tree blooms, our supreme ruler, the Alien God, will descend!"
For him, an apostle of the Alien God, everything was in service to the deity, and he naturally yearned intensely for the god's arrival.
However.
The apostle's words provoked the wrath of Aphrodite, the Goddess of Love. "Hmm? You speak of the Alien God's descent? Are you deaf? Did you not hear the Almighty God Zeus declare his intent to save this world?"
"Now, now, Aphrodite, such anger may tarnish your beauty," Demeter said with a smile. "And it's not quite fair to speak of the Alien God that way, considering they possess the power to plunge the world into an abyss."
Aphrodite grew even more enraged. "Bastards! How dare they! With what mouth do they dare call themselves 'Alien' in the presence of us, the descendants of Chaos, gods who have traversed the sea of stars?"
"Oh, as for which mouth, it would naturally be this humble monk's," Ashiya Dōman narrowed his eyes slightly, entirely unafraid.
The two sides faced off, and the entire scene instantly grew tense, on the verge of erupting into battle!
The spectators found it all quite entertaining.
They had assumed the Lostbelt and the Alien God were at least cooperative partners, never expecting such mutual hostility.
At that moment.
The Servant Twin Gods under the Captain's command spoke up. "Goddess of Love, please calm your anger. In nurturing the Fantasy Tree, our interests align!"
"Oh, Kirschtaria? In that case, I can listen a little," Aphrodite reined in her anger slightly.
Ashiya Douman provocatively sneered, "Tsk, I never expected you, who surpasses all things in beauty and rules over all that is beautiful, to actually speak human language?"
What an instigator!
With just a few simple sentences, the audience vaguely understood.
Why had Arjuna been so bewitched by him that he accelerated a cycle that should occur once every thousands or tens of thousands of years to just a few days!
Just as the two sides were about to come to blows.
The Omnipotent Great God Zeus spoke, "Everyone, calm down. We all rely on the Fantasy Tree to survive—this is a humiliation we must admit."
"But as the Omnipotent Great God, I must transcend it!"
Without the Fantasy Tree, there would be no Lostbelt, and naturally, none of these Machine Gods would exist.
Most importantly.
They had no knowledge of the original Holy Sword Wielder.
This meant that if they were defeated by the Alien Star's Vanguard, they would be completely and utterly annihilated.
Fortunately.
The Fantasy Tree descended, and Zeus united the power of all the gods to crush the Alien Star's Vanguard.
Thus, they managed to survive until the modern era.
"Haha, transcend? Omnipotent Great God Zeus, what makes you think you can transcend?" Ashiya Douman didn't bother hiding his mockery.
The feeling was like hearing livestock in a pen talk about rebelling against the shepherd.
It was truly hilarious.
"That is precisely the challenge before me. To this end, I have already joined forces with Kirschtaria Wodime."
Zeus revealed something that shocked all the gods.
The mighty Omnipotent Great God had actually allied with a mere human!
"In Pan-Human History, the mammalian species known as humans are praised as 'thinking reeds'—"
The Omnipotent Great God Zeus's tone and expression suddenly turned slightly peculiar, "But how can there be such a formidable reed?"
The scene of the tripartite alliance between the Lostbelt gods, the Crypter, and the Alien God's Apostles soon concluded.
In the final moments of the scene.
The three Apostles of the Alien God descended.
Ashiya Douman and Kotomine Kirei appeared at the meeting.
The third individual remained stationed before the Fantasy Tree, preventing anyone from destroying it.
His name was—
Senji Muramasa!
The scene flashed by and shifted back to Chaldea.
But the audience's comments exploded—
[Damn, I was wondering how we could defeat the three alliances... I never expected all three sides to be scheming against each other!]
[Hahaha, it's not three sides—it's clearly four! Senji Muramasa is just Nameless's alt account, the biggest mole!]
[Isn't it common knowledge that the Three Great Kings actually have four members? The real question is, how brilliantly has Nameless hidden this?]
[Could it be that he deliberately didn't cut down the tree earlier because he was under the Alien God's control? Then how did he break free?]
[Isn't it obvious? He must have made contact with his true self, like a hypnotic trigger!]
…
In the hotel.
Mordred was utterly shocked: "You can play it like this? Turning a parallel world version of yourself into an Apostle of the Alien God?"
Earlier, when she saw ten million Servant-level combatants, plus the gods in their ultimate forms, she had felt despair.
Against enemies of that caliber, no matter how strong you are, you can't win.
But now.
They were suddenly given an enormous surprise.
One of the Alien God's Apostles was actually Nameless's alt account!
To plant a mole right under the Alien God's nose—that's just insane!
Mordred asked curiously, "So the question is, why doesn't he just cut down the tree himself?"
"You idiot, how could an Apostle of the Alien God possibly cut down the tree? It's like how you could never strike down your father—oh wait, you actually did." Gawain wore an expression of looking at a little fool.
Since one could become an Apostle of the Alien God, it was natural to prioritize protecting the Fantasy Tree as the first principle.
This meant that.
Even if Senji Muramasa was Nameless's alt account, it would be fundamentally impossible for him to cut down the tree.
The moment he thought of taking action, the Alien God would detect it.
How could a dignified Alien God allow its subordinates to act recklessly?
"Believe it or not, I'll cut you down too?" Mordred rolled her eyes.
This potato spirit really knew how to hit a sore spot.
Called the Sun Knight, but darker-hearted than anyone.
She really wanted to say something heartfelt—and pull it out to see what color it was!
"To infiltrate the enemy's ranks, one must first forget their past, thereby gaining the enemy's trust."
Artoria said softly, "This means that 'Senji Muramasa' has no idea he is Nameless and will only recognize himself when he meets his true form."
This should be the most plausible outcome.
Just like how, before, all the Servants had forgotten about Nameless.
Only by erasing one's past existence could one earn the Alien God's trust and become the strongest undercover agent infiltrating the enemy's ranks.
And this undercover agent would also become the only guarantee for turning the tables.
Mordred looked puzzled: "If the true form arrives a little later, won't the undercover agent have succeeded in nurturing the Fantasy Tree?"
Three years and then another three years—the undercover agent is about to become the boss!
"Uh, that really might be possible!"
Gawain was taken aback, realizing the brat wasn't wrong.
If Nameless's true form arrived a bit later, the Fantasy Tree blooming would mean aiding the tyrant.
However, that guy was far too clever and possessed a clairvoyance almost akin to seeing the future.
Gawain had to grudgingly admit.
Everything was probably within his plans.
...
The video continued.
Nameless and Mash quietly made their way through the interstellar city.
However.
Zeus's oracle had already spread throughout the entire Lostbelt.
All the residents were aware of Chaldea's presence and immediately recognized them.
The battle began instantly.
Every ordinary resident possessed combat power on par with a Servant.
One after another, seemingly ordinary citizens out for a stroll erupted with terrifying fighting prowess.
Forcing Nameless and the others to flee in disarray.
Forget whether they could defeat these people.
Even if they could, staying a second longer would attract hundreds or thousands more enemies!
Then.
An unexpected, mysterious hooded figure stepped in to rescue Nameless.
The newcomer turned out to be the traitorous Master candidate from Team A—
Kadoc!