Wow... I mean wow, I've just read one of the most outrageous, shameless, racist shit in this fic. It literally made me cringe, gag, and laugh at the same time.
I mean, what the fuck was even that?! XD
Haaaa, what a time to be alive.
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A woman so impossibly gentle—
Appeared in a place where she absolutely shouldn't have.
Everyone could only stare at her in stunned silence.
The Beast of Humanity, Tiamat, after falling into the Abyss, had transformed completely into a grotesque, terrifying dragon.
Her body was unimaginably massive, and her appearance—monstrous and horrific.
Just by standing there, she was enough to make countless people tremble in fear—The ultimate boss no one wanted to face.
And yet—
After Nameless pierced through the tsunami-like swarm of berserk Lahmu, after he leapt into the [Nega-Genesis] barrier and landed atop Tiamat's ultimate weak point—her head...
What greeted him—
Was a woman.
A woman as gentle as flowing water, arms open in a tender embrace.
In her eyes—those deep, cross-shaped purple-red pupils—
Was an endless sadness.
A pleading sorrow.
Like a mother who had been abandoned by her children.
Betrayed by her children.
Rejected by her children.
And yet, still holding on to the final thread of hope.
Hope—
That her children would come back to her.
That she could continue to stay by their side.
This scene—
Formed a stark, almost violent contrast to the intense battle just moments before.
Countless onlookers stared blankly at the screen—
BoobVenerate-[Why do I suddenly feel kinda bad for Tiamama...?]
HistorianWithWifi-[Come to think of it—she sealed most of her powers at the beginning, and during the whole fight she barely fought back. She's just been taking all the hits...]
MonaLigmaBalls-[Sigh... Gilgamesh and Nameless seem to represent the future, while Tiamat embodies the past. In the end... they have to part ways.]
…
"What an unbelievably gentle mother..."
Kirina couldn't help but sigh.
She clearly possessed enough magical energy to traverse galaxies, and a biological factory capable of mass-producing infinite monsters.
She could've easily obliterated humanity.
Yet—
Tiamat had chosen to self-seal over 90% of her power from the very start, forcing a 90% stat reduction on herself.
This only made Kirina more convinced—
That this so-called Beast of Humanity was, in truth, an evil born from the purest love for humanity.
"Indeed. Compared to the Demon King, who seeks humanity's total annihilation... She's more like a mother filled with contradiction and complexity."
Shikotei nodded solemnly.
As a ruler, he could see it clearly:
Tiamat may have felt hatred and sorrow toward humanity—But she had long since accepted the fact that she had been cast aside.
Deep inside, she still longed to continue protecting humanity as their "mother"—
That's why she chose to seal herself.
But sadly—
Children grow up.
They can't hide under her wings forever. They can't remain as greenhouse flowers.
Tiamat represented an old era—one where gods nurtured humankind. She also symbolized humanity's fear and dependence.
Even Gilgamesh, who was killed by her, declared from beginning to end:
He and Uruk held no hatred toward Tiamat.
They simply could not understand her.
And thus—they were destined to part ways.
The song of mankind…
Is a song of courage.
This, truly, was a final farewell battle between gods and humanity.
"A parting of mankind and the gods…"
Artoria let out a soft sigh.
Back in Britain, when the Age of Gods was about to completely fade, she had also fought alongside Nameless—defeating the vestige of the gods, Vortigern.
That white dragon…
He was her uncle by blood, who wanted to drag Britain back into the Age of Gods.
But sadly—
The times had changed.
Anyone who stood before the wheels of history—
Would be crushed into dust.
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On screen—
As Nameless dove deeper into the [Nega-Genesis] barrier, Gilgamesh's roar made Ishtar realize the truth instantly.
"Bastard…!" she blurted in shock. "That Master from Chaldea… was Nameless all along?!"
That damned trickster—he had fooled her again!
Unforgivable. Absolutely intolerable!
Only then did she understand why Ereshkigal had treated him so warmly.
Why Merlin had stepped in.
Why King Hassan had intervened…
Everything was because that man—was none other than:
Nameless.
He bore no name—
And yet his name echoed across timelines.
Even the Uruk of the Age of Gods carried traces of him.
She had tried to chase after him back then… but he'd vanished—leaving no trace.
Just as she was about to demand answers—
She noticed her sister, Ereshkigal, was weakening—rapidly.
Golden motes of light drifted from her form like dying embers, her body swaying, flickering—like a candle in its final breath before the flame goes out.
Ishtar's heart clenched as she ran to her side in panic.
"I knew something was wrong! You kept bending the laws of the Underworld—giving life to the living—you knew there'd be a price! You idiot! Do you even realize what you've done?!"
Her voice cracked as she screamed, wrapping her arms around her sister, as if she could physically stop her from fading away.
She hugged her sister tightly, yelling in fury.
She had braved the Underworld, passed through the Seven Gates of Kur, all just to bring her sister back.
But this foolish elder sister—
Had taken all the blame upon herself.
Insisting on guarding a world with no living beings.
Ereshkigal looked at Nameless, who had just leapt into the barrier, and smiled softly:
"I'm the mistress of the Underworld. To protect my world, I chose the most correct path."
"And now you're going to vanish—what use is that?!"
Ishtar's anger gave way to rising panic.
She'd wanted to compete with her sister over Nameless—But now that her sister was fading away…
She didn't know what to do anymore.
"Just once… just once, I wanted to stay by his side…" Ereshkigal whispered. "…Without him, I might have remained a cold, goddess of death in a kingdom of corpses…"
She extended a hand—frail, trembling—and caught a petal drifting down from the crimson sky.
"How beautiful… the Underworld is blooming…"
She had lived in this desolate world for countless years, alone. There was one thing she had tried countless times.
She wanted the Underworld to blossom.
To bear even just one beautiful flower.
But no matter how hard she tried—
No matter how many millennia passed—
She could never make it happen.
Not even a single sprout.
Until one day—
She met that man.
That outsider from another world who didn't fear her status as a goddess of the underworld.
A man with no name—
Yet more heroic than anyone.
He had once told her:
"You are the most beautiful flower in the Underworld."
Those words—
Made it feel like flowers had truly bloomed in the darkness.
She had waited. Endlessly.
Hoping.
Hoping he would return.
Hoping she wouldn't be alone again.
Now—
An endless sea of flowers had bloomed throughout the Underworld.
"How wonderful… my world is finally full of flowers…"
Only now did the audience finally understand—
Why Nameless had called her a fool. Why he tried so hard to stop her—
FuyukiGasLeak-[I forgot—the Underworld cannot harbor the living… To break that law—there had to be a price.]
GoatedBalls-[The Underworld, once home to a single flower, now blossoms across the land… Eresh, your long wait has finally paid off.]
PostNutRealityMarble-[Ugh, something's in my eye! Ahhh, my sweet little Eresh!]
"Ereshkigal…"
Even Dr. Roman and the rest of Chaldea were speechless.
They had thought her blessing Nameless and the others with flight and buffs was just routine.
They never imagined—
The cost would be her life.
A goddess, exalted above all—
Willing to sacrifice everything for humanity.
Mash sighed:
"She really is a gentle goddess of death…"
Dr. Roman nodded with emotion:
"Yes… One who claims to represent death, but longs for life more than anyone."
Seeing her made him remember his own past—
Once omniscient and omnipotent, able to obtain anything he desired, with power rivaling that of gods.
And yet—
He had chosen to give it all up, just to live as a normal human being.
Because in this world—
Humanity is the most miraculous existence.
Even gods…
Are drawn to them.
Da Vinci, meanwhile, was looking at Mash with a complicated expression.
That goddess of the Underworld—
She was trying to steal your senpai.
If she ever showed up in the human world for real...
…Well, whatever. What's one more?
She decided not to care.
Too many people wanted Nameless.
Poor Mash…
Her "lush green meadow" was growing very fast.
The video continued.
The gentle, motherly figure on screen spread her arms wide:
"Aaaaaaaa (Don't leave me)!"
And at that moment—
Nameless finally understood her words.
The video's uploader, [Alaya], even added subtitles in real-time.
Tiamat—who until now had only sung her "Aaaaaa" melody—finally spoke in the language of humanity.
Nameless looked into the eyes of the gentle woman and sighed softly:
"Mother of Creation… Humanity's childhood has ended. We no longer need gods to guide us."
This—
Was the true essence of why he and Gilgamesh had chosen to fight the divine.
For humanity to grow—
It had to break free from the shackles placed by gods.
Fear is born from the unknown.
And civilization begins when gods are left behind.
To build a glorious future—
Humanity must say goodbye to the divine.
Tiamat held her arms out—
But received no reply.
Her expression grew increasingly sorrowful.
Lowering her head, she murmured softly:
"I birthed so many lives. I was once loved by all. But now, my children only see me as a stepping stone—and all of them have left me."
She raised her gaze—locking eyes with the boy before her.
Tears began to fall from her eyes.
"Tell me… I wanted to love you all forever. I wanted you to stay with me. Was my love… truly a mistake?"
Just a few simple words—
But her gentle, tear-filled gaze shook countless viewers to their core.
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"It's a love too heavy for humanity to bear…"
Jalter muttered.
She loved her children too much.
Even when the gods betrayed her.
Even when humanity attacked her—
She still wanted to protect them.
Or perhaps—
It was precisely because she loved to the extreme, that she became one of Human Evils.
Jalter suddenly thought—
Back when she stopped hearing the voice of "God"…
Could it have been for the same reason?
Perhaps even the Almighty had gradually let go after guiding humanity.
But Tiamat—
She never let go.
She still wanted to shelter them.
Was this the difference between two supreme deities?
Mordred stared, confused:
"Why does this feel a bit like Father…?"
Back during the Battle of Camlann, she had led a rebellion against Artoria, her father, who had returned from Rome.
When the battle ended—
The Round Table was no more.
Britain was in ruins.
She had screamed:
"Do you see it, Father?! Your kingdom is gone! Why do you hate me so much? Why won't you acknowledge me?!"
And yet—
Even after the kingdom fell and countless people died…
The other party still responded gently and calmly:
"I have never hated you. There is only one reason I did not pass the throne to you—You lack the bearing of a true king."
Even after suffering betrayal—
Even after watching her beloved kingdom be utterly destroyed—
She still did not hate her.
Mordred finally understood.
What she had always hated was never her father.
It was… that kingdom.
She hated all of Britain.
She hated those people who placed all their hopes and dreams on the fragile shoulders of the king.
And in the video—
Tiamat, who also endured betrayal, also showed no hatred toward Nameless, or toward Gilgamesh and the others.
Just like her.
No—
Not like her at all.
Mordred suddenly realized—
That there was a fundamental difference between her Father and the Beast of Humanity:
Tiamat would never hate her child.
Mordred had hated Britain from the start—
What she truly wanted was to be acknowledged by her Father. She never actually cared about the throne of Britain!
That damned father—
Even when she had Britain, had the whole world—
Still refused to let go!
Before everyone's eyes—
In response to the Beast of Humanity's silent plea—
Nameless softly replied:
"You are not wrong. The children are not wrong either. Once, you were abandoned. You were exiled to the Imaginary Number Space. And in your anger, you still chose to seal yourself, hoping to continue protecting humanity."
Long ago, the gods turned against her.
The Mother Goddess who created the Sumerian world, who birthed the Sumerian gods—Was struck down and banished to a world with no life.
A world even emptier than the underworld.
There, even the souls of the dead do not exist.
Only endless nothingness.
An infinite void that would drive any human to madness, to suicide.
And yet—
When she returned, the Beast of Humanity did not choose to exact revenge.
As Nameless spoke, Tiamat's eyes filled with tears, her gaze always tenderly on him.
"You embody the desire to devour the world. You are the origin of love for the world. But now, you have become a denied evil—one no longer needed by this world."
Nameless hesitated, then continued with some reluctance:
"Your very existence… is the original sin."
The Beast of Humanity—
Is also the Love of Humanity.
But love taken to the extreme… becomes destruction.
"Though your heart is unwilling, your anger belongs to the past. Humanity must move toward the future. I have crossed timelines to protect the foundation of humanity."
Nameless suddenly stepped forward, arms opening wide.
"O Mother of Creation—It is time to let humanity go."
This time—
Nameless stepped toward her with open arms.
But it wasn't to welcome her—
It was a farewell.
"Don't go… don't leave me!"
Tears poured down Tiamat's cheeks—Despite being a Mother Goddess above all creation and gods, she looked so helpless now.
She held the boy in her arms, tears flowing freely:
"Then… don't love me anymore…"
She longed to embrace him forever, to never let him go.
But—
Because she loved him, she chose to let go.
Nameless let out a heavy sigh:
"You will be banished once again… back to Imaginary Space. To endure eternal loneliness… never again to have anyone beside you."
Just saying it made his heart ache.
"I know…"
Tiamat gently held him.
She wanted to embrace him tightly, to pull him into her body so they could never be separated.
But she held back—
Like she was holding the most precious treasure, afraid to use any force.
"You truly are gentle..."
Nameless sighed again.
He should be watching her get banished, discarded like garbage into the void.
Never remembered.
Never seen again.
A Mother of Creation forever cast aside, forgotten.
How… cruel.
Nameless smiled and gently wiped away her tears:
"Then let me be the one to carry the burden. After all, I'm just a Nameless Heroic Spirit no one will remember."
He walks the annals of human history, protecting humanity, defending its foundation—Yet will never be remembered.
That is the path he chose—the path of a "Hero of Justice."
Once the singularity is repaired, he will vanish from memory entirely.
Uruk, which had been destroyed, will be "corrected" in history, redefined as a natural disaster.
Or maybe some sort of beast attack.
He and Tiamat—will no longer exist.
There will be no trace left.
Even Gilgamesh will simply die of exhaustion—And in history, be twisted into a tale of a tyrannical king.
At this moment, viewers across the world all remembered:
SinMommy-[The Nameless Hero who walked through the darkness… in the end, returned to the darkness… forgotten by all.]
LegallyRetarded-[If love means holding on, then I choose to let go. There exists a love so deep—it gives up forever, just to let the other move forward. A love that chooses silence over selfishness…]
GigglesThenShit-[Damn it! I thought this was a badass boss fight—why did it turn into a tear-jerking tragedy?!]
…
Tiamat gently cupped Nameless' cheeks with both hands:
"Will you stay with me…?"
Her voice was so soft.
Trembling even—Like someone seeing a flicker of light in the darkness, terrified it would vanish if she got too close.
"Once I finish my last battle, I'll probably join you in the Imaginary Space. Or maybe… you can come find me," Nameless said with a smile.
By then—
Even the gods might not remember him.
If no one in the world remembers him—
Just one person remembering… would be a beautiful thing.
"Thank you~"
Tiamat trembled, gently embracing him again.
Her delicate hand softly caressed his head.
That moment—was warm beyond words.
The terrifying final boss…
Now felt like a gentle big sister, cradling a young boy in her arms.
Nameless closed his eyes slightly, enjoying this rare moment of peace.
But—he had to say it.
"It's time for me to go."
"Okay~"
Tiamat's voice trembled with longing and sorrow. Yet she softly released her embrace, and her vast magical power began to flow into him:
"Let me help you one last time."
"Thank you~"
Nameless was momentarily stunned, then thanked her with a sigh.
Though he would lose this power upon leaving this world—
She was, after all, a true Creation Goddess.
To relinquish all of her power—meant she had fully surrendered.
Letting humanity cast her out without resistance.
She longed for her children to stay with her.
Yet in the end, she chose—
To let them go.
Such a lovely Tiamama.
Who couldn't love her?
Crack—
The black-and-white [Nega-Genesis] barrier began to collapse and fade.
Crack—
It shattered completely.
Nameless hovered above the broken barrier and shouted toward the distance:
"Gilgamesh—your turn!"
"Damn bastard friend! I'll settle the score with you later!"
Gilgamesh roared furiously—
But in his heart, he finally relaxed.
It was fine.
Nameless had faced Tiamat directly and come out unharmed—there was nothing to worry about anymore.
Once the Beast of Humanity was dealt with—
Then he'd settle things with Nameless properly.
Back then, he had watched Nameless and Enkidu both sacrifice themselves in front of him—
That pain had haunted him ever since!
Golden ripples bloomed beside Gilgamesh.
Countless familiar weapons appeared from within.
Each one spinning with a low hum, wreathed in deep crimson mist.
"Mother of Creation… this king holds no hatred toward you. Even the people of Uruk, though angry, do not hate you. We are destined to never truly understand one another."
Gilgamesh looked at her calmly and spoke:
"You are the one who gave birth to all things. We are the ones who grew up and chose to set out on our journey. No matter how deep the love, children must one day leave their mother."
As he finished, golden light surged around him, and he proclaimed loudly:
"I will tell you of the beginning. Heaven and Earth split, nothingness praised creation, my Sword of Rupture cleaved the world."
An endless surge of magical energy erupted.
A blood-red pillar of light shot straight into the sky, with a frenzied sharpness that tore the world apart and swept in all directions.
"Mortar of the stars, heaven's hell is the eve of creation's celebration."
Gilgamesh looked at the towering Mother of Creation and said calmly,
"Let your death bring peace to all—"
[Enuma Elish!!]
BZZZZZZZ!!
The Sword of Rupture began spinning violently, releasing its true power. The berserk force that could tear through worlds erupted as a pillar of blood-red light and slammed into the massive figure of the Mother of Creation.
CRACK!
Her body began to shatter, unable to withstand the ferocious power of the sword.
CRACK!
Fissures formed across the Underworld, torn apart by the fully unleashed might of Enuma Elish.
CRACK!
Amidst the blinding blood-red light, a portal to an endlessly void realm opened.
It was the Imaginary Number Space — the inner world beyond the boundaries of reality.
Tiamat's colossal body was completely swallowed by the yawning chasm of Imaginary Space.
Only her final voice remained behind:
"Aaaaaa (Don't forget me)!"
After she vanished completely—
Gilgamesh couldn't hold back any longer and shouted,
"Damn you, Nameless! This time I struck with all my power — you're not stealing the spotlight again!"
Watching his friend die in front of him all those years ago had left a pain he couldn't heal for decades.
But this time—
He didn't let that friend sacrifice himself to fully unleash the power of Enuma Elish.
This time, I ended it!
"Oh? Is that so?"
Nameless calmly descended from the sky, wearing a faint smile.
"Golden Sparkle, your soul lives for death; my name is eternally carved into the depths of the earth."
At that moment, he was the temporary Mother of Creation!
"…What do you mean?"
Gilgamesh instinctively sensed something was wrong.
Just as he opened his mouth to ask, he saw Nameless vanish in a flash—
And gently land in front of Ishtar, in the place where Ereshkigal had just faded away. Radiant light blossomed—
"Resurrection of the Dead!"
Hummmm—
The Mistress of the Underworld, whose soul had been erased completely by the laws of the Underworld, began to re-form her body under the shining light.
This had been Nameless's greatest regret.
That kind and gentle goddess of death, who had sacrificed herself for humanity — there was no way he'd let her vanish just like that.
And that was why Tiamat had temporarily lent him her power.
After all, the Mother of Creation had always loved her children.
The endless death she once caused—now, the newly revived Underworld goddess would guide the new world.
"I'm alive again?" Ereshkigal blinked in disbelief.
She had been certain she was truly dead—and yet, here she was, alive once more.
What's going on? Why does this boy have the scent of the Mother Goddess on him?
"What's going on here?" Ishtar also looked stunned.
How did he suddenly gain the power of a creator god? Was it lent to him by the Mother Goddess?
But wasn't she supposed to destroy humanity? Why help him?
Nameless simply smiled and waved to her:
"Ereshkigal, you're the most beautiful flower of the Underworld, so I'm leaving the new world in your care~"
"Wait—are you leaving again?" Ereshkigal blushed and anxiously asked.
This guy had left without saying a word before. She couldn't find him no matter how hard she searched.
Now, after reviving her, he clearly planned to vanish again.
Such a hateful scoundrel!
If not for him, how could she feel even lonelier than before?
Gilgamesh also shouted loudly:
"What exactly do you plan to do?"
"Simple: I will give humanity a future."
Nameless flew into the sky, his body transforming into a brilliant, dazzling light.
He became like a miniature sun, illuminating the whole world.
The endless divine power inherited from the Mother of Creation surged back into the world.
The once-destroyed world would now become more prosperous than ever before.
The previously ruined Uruk stronghold returned to a normal ancient city. All traces left behind by Tiamat were erased.
One by one, people lived peaceful lives, filled with happiness.
The singularity that once faced annihilation was now completely restored.
Humanity, having finally broken free from the control of the gods, would truly begin an era of its own.
"Farewell, my dear friend! Please forgive me this one last bit of selfishness~"
Nameless's figure slowly faded away, leaving only his final words behind:
"The battle between humanity and the gods ends in victory — and Uruk still stands today!"