"Yes, humanity will continue to live on through despair and calamity, because generation after generation of great figures will descend."
Nameless also gazed at the projection screen, full of admiration.
The cruel famine the old man had suffered as a child would never again appear upon the land.
Now, everyone could eat their fill and live in happiness.
The old man, resting beneath the shade of ripened rice stalks, could finally drift into peaceful slumber.
And in his dreams, perhaps there would be rice taller than men, swaying beneath the weight of a bountiful harvest…
Demeter grew ever more impressed:
"You could have easily claimed this achievement for yourself… Yet you did not. Instead, you revealed it to me."
"That would be theft. I could never do such a thing," Nameless replied with calm composure, shaking his head.
"An honest child. You shall one day bring hope and a future to humanity. Congratulations—you have passed the trial."
Demeter's immense divine power erupted, pouring madly into his body.
"In the name of Demeter, I bestow upon you the blessing of the Goddess of Agriculture—you shall hold life without end!"
What began as mere spectators hoping to witness a heroic epic had now moved countless hearts—
SuckDickGoldie-[Sigh, I won't dare waste food ever again. I'll finish every grain of rice!]
AlayaRiggedThisShit-[Honestly, if it were some ordinary transmigrator, they'd have long claimed all the credit for themselves and styled themselves as the God of Agriculture!]
FifthTimeGooning-[Exactly. From the very beginning, Nameless has been like this—always the perfect hero, the ally of justice!]
MoonlitGachaVictim-[So Alaya didn't choose randomly after all… it was always fated to be Nameless.]
…
"Sigh… my heart feels so heavy somehow."
Kirina's eyes shimmered with tears.
In the video Dr. Roman had played earlier—
That old man had done so much, yet in the end, he never got to enjoy the fruits of it himself.
Sanjiro couldn't help but reach out and ruffle her hair.
"That was a mortal, yet a great man who stood shoulder to shoulder with the gods. From now on, don't waste food."
Walking through the history of mankind, he had seen far too many heroes.
Each and every one of them poured everything they had into humanity's happiness and future.
It was precisely because of countless heroes who chased after the light that he could stand here in this present age of peace.
"Mm! I'll definitely never waste food again!" Kirina wiped away her tears and nodded fiercely.
Eating properly—that was the greatest repayment they could give that old man.
Beside her, Artoria's ahoge swayed slightly as she spoke with calm seriousness:
"For dinner… can I have just a little more?"
"No way!!!"
Kirina refused without hesitation, staring at her in full alert.
She herself was just a small, frail little loli—no matter how much she ate, she couldn't eat all that much.
The problem was this glutton before her—no matter how much food you gave her, it was like throwing it into a bottomless pit
. One meal from her was worth enough to feed both Kirina and Sanjiro for three days!
At this rate, they'd be eaten into poverty!
Kirina grew more and more suspicious—was this girl actually like Kanna, a dragon who'd turned into human form?!
"But… I've never been full," Artoria replied in confusion.
"..."
Kirina was suddenly left speechless.
If that much wasn't enough to fill her, then just how much food would it take to make her full?!
"Ahem. Eating until you're about seventy percent full is fine. Overeating isn't good for your health." Sanjiro coughed lightly from the side, reminding her.
As the Perfect King, naturally she possessed a stomach fit for a monarch.
After all, the King with the Ahoge had the Dragon's Heart—and apparently also the Dragon's Stomach of the Red Dragon of Britain!
====
The video continued playing.
After completing the trial of the Goddess of Agriculture, Nameless immediately rushed off to his next trial.
This time, the location was filled with darkness and oppression, with countless shadowy figures drifting about.
Yes—this was none other than the terrifying Underworld.
Back then, after Kronos was defeated, Zeus, Poseidon, and Hades divided the world among themselves.
Zeus drew the sky, Poseidon drew the seas, and Hades received the realm of the dead.
Hades was considered one of the very few honest gods in Greek mythology—one of the "two consciences" among the Olympians.
Even when he abducted Persephone to make her his queen, it was only because the Goddess of Love had cursed him, making him fall into mad infatuation at first sight, compelling him to bring her to the Underworld regardless of the cost.
"Senpai, this is really scary!"
Mash held her shield tightly, warily surveying their surroundings.
Countless ghostly shades gazed at them from afar, more terrifying than any nightmare.
"Don't worry. I'm here."
Nameless gently patted her head.
Together, they approached the banks of the River of the Dead. In the waters, countless spirits writhed and wailed, screaming to drag them into the depths as well.
This was the Styx.
No matter if you flew across from the air, or tried to swim, you would always be dragged under.
The only way across—was by boat.
After a while, an ancient, weathered boat approached.
The ferryman's hoarse voice rasped:
"Mortal… you seek to cross?"
"Yes, I wish to meet the Lord of the Underworld." Nameless greeted him politely, already taking out a small pouch of gemstones.
The ferryman's expression was stern.
"I am the one who holds dominion over passage across the Styx, the boundary between life and death. I cannot simply allow anyone to cross! What do you mean by this?"
"I don't mean anything. Just… a token of respect."
"…You're a funny one."
"Really, it's nothing more than that."
"Well then—I won't be impolite either."
Mash stood dumbfounded, watching the two interact.
Weren't those gemstones part of the stash they'd swindled out of the King of Heroes earlier? About thirty percent of it, if she remembered right?
Even after they'd boarded the boat, she still hadn't quite processed what had just happened. Did… did they just pass the trial like that?!
Meanwhile, in the mental roundtable within Rin Tohsaka's mind—
Ishtar ground her teeth in fury:
"AAAH! Those are MY gems!!!"
They were supposed to be given to her! But Nameless had tricked her into handing over two-tenths as "toll fees."
What stung most was that as the wealth within Gate of Babylon kept growing year after year, the gems she received were less than a hundredth of what he had!
"It's your fault for losing the Bull of Heaven, you disgraceful goddess!" Ereshkigal snapped back.
If she hadn't lost the Bull, none of this would have happened. Even the King of Heroes had been furious enough to want to kill her for it.
The gems she got were already far more than she deserved—blood loss!
"How do you even lose something that big?!"
Finally, Rin herself couldn't hold back.
"I-I don't know either…"
Ishtar instantly deflated.
It seemed… something, or someone, had stolen the Bull of Heaven outright.
But with the gods gone, the Bull was supposed to be her exclusive steed. No one else should have been able to control it.
Could it have been… another version of herself from another world?
While she brooded—
Onscreen, Nameless and Mash had just stepped ashore, when a massive, terrifying beast appeared before them.
The infamous guardian of the Underworld—
Cerberus, the Three-Headed Hound of Hell.
Its body towered dozens of meters high, its heads and back writhing with venomous serpents even more terrifying than a Gorgon's.
Behind it swayed a massive scaled dragon's tail, making its form even more imposing.
Drool dripped from its monstrous jaws, hissing like the strongest acid, corroding the ground into gaping pits.
It snarled fiercely:
"Step back! Any who advance—DIE!"
"Senpai… is this… the trial of the Lord of the Dead?" Mash raised her shield, standing before the beast.
"Perhaps. But unless we overcome this beast, we'll never be qualified to meet Hades."
Nameless stepped forward, gazing up at it.
"You are not my opponent. Stand aside."
ROOOAR!
The three-headed hound bellowed like a dragon, spewing torrents of venom from its gaping maws, intending to melt the tiny humans before it.
But—
Nameless projected forth a mighty Noble Phantasm.
It blazed with brilliant radiance, as though it contained the very power of the sun. It was none other than the sister sword of Gawain's sacred weapon—the Sword of the Sun, Excalibur Galatine.
Simulating the power of the sun itself, its destructive force was immeasurable.
Before all eyes—
The sword's brilliance burst forth, erupting into a pillar of radiant light—
[Excalibur Galatine – Sword of Revolving Victory!]
BOOOOM!!!
In the oppressive darkness of the Underworld, it was as though a small sun had risen, flooding everything with dazzling light.
The ground beside Cerberus melted into magma, gouging out a massive crater.
Yet, instead of fear, the hound grew even more awe-inspiring, striding forward boldly.
Just as everyone braced for a desperate battle—
The massive beast suddenly dropped to the ground in a pose like a giant dog begging, tails wagging furiously!
The mighty guardian of the Underworld—bowing down?!
Woof! Woof! Woof!
Cerberus wagged its tails eagerly, stepping aside to open a path.
"Please, this way!"
It wasn't stupid—facing solar fire that could roast it into charred meat, better to show respect!
The fight had ended before it even began.
Nameless and Mash passed through the gates of the Underworld unimpeded, finally arriving before the throne of Hades himself.
The Lord of the Dead sat upon a gilded throne, holding a staff topped with a bird's head. He spoke with calm detachment:
"Master from another timeline—your trial is this: make my wife smile."
Ever since that day when, cursed by the Goddess of Love, he had abducted Persephone to the Underworld, she had never once smiled again.
As an honest, earnest god, this weighed heavily on his heart.
"Understood."
Nameless accepted, and soon found the queen herself standing in the so-called palace garden.
A "garden" in name only—here in the Underworld, not a single plant could grow.
Persephone turned her head toward him.
"Oh? You carry my mother's blessing?"
"Yes. The Goddess of Agriculture tasked me with ensuring that farmers can harvest by their own strength, without needing to rely on the gods." Nameless spoke without hiding anything, handing her the same grains he had given to her mother.
Persephone was the goddess who held dominion over Grain.
For she had once eaten six pomegranate seeds of the Underworld, binding her to remain here for six months each year.
When she dwelled in the Underworld, it meant winter—grains slumbering in darkness.
When she returned to the earth, grains would sprout anew.
"…And what good is that? I, the Goddess of Grains, cannot even keep a single flower alive." Persephone sighed softly.
At this moment—
It made Eresh feel the same way.
That was simply the nature of the Underworld—being the land of all death, it was impossible for any living thing to exist there.
She was grateful that, back then, when Nameless entered the Underworld, he'd told her there were flowers blooming there. Only because of that had she not sunk into despair.
And now—
Nameless smiled and said:
"This Underworld has flowers, for standing before me is none other than you, Persephone!"
"Eh?"
The Queen of the Underworld, Persephone, froze in surprise.
The more she looked at him, the more pleasing to the eye he became.
Of course, his handsome looks didn't matter to her—it was simply that his words were so pleasant to hear.
As expected of the prophesied child of destiny, the one who would save the gods themselves.
???
Ereshkigal, too, was left dumbfounded.
What the—?
You said it to me first! Why are you saying that to another woman?
Why do you sound so experienced? Just how many times have you said those exact words to others behind my back?
Ishtar couldn't help but burst out laughing:
"Hahaha, as expected of Nameless!"
"..."
Rin Tohsaka was left speechless.
Then again, it made sense. Walking through human history, meeting countless Heroic Spirits and deities—of course the so-called Hero of Justice would have a whole arsenal of smooth lines ready to go.
Under the gaze of the three, Nameless quietly produced a small crimson grain.
"This is something I cultivated with a trace of creative power I received from Mother Earth of another world. It's a flower that can thrive even here in the Underworld. I've named it… the red spider lily."
Whoom—
The seed touched the ground, instantly sprouting, blossoming into a vivid crimson flower.
The delicate filaments stretched outward, its beauty both bewitching and mysterious.
"The red spider lily… thank you!"
Persephone's face bloomed into a smile.
Just as she was about to reach out and touch him, however, a sudden figure interposed itself between them.
The King of the Underworld, Hades.
He grabbed Nameless by the shoulder and, without hesitation, hurled him into the River Styx.
"Congratulations on passing your trial. I grant you the baptism of the Styx—may you gain an immortal body!"
…
After a while, Nameless finally dragged himself out of the river.
No sooner had he emerged than Persephone rushed to him with concern:
"Your clothes are soaked—hurry and take them off! Staying in Styx water for too long isn't good for you."
She still held herself with the air of a queen—dignified, composed, commanding.
…That is, if one ignored the fact that she was personally trying to undress him.
"This won't do! This won't do at all!"
Nameless quickly stumbled back several steps.
This was the Underworld—for all his courage, he wouldn't dare lay a hand on the wife of the King of the Dead!
Hades let out a sharp snort.
"In my name, Hades, I declare—the gates of the Underworld are forever closed to you!"
Boom!
Divine power erupted, casting Nameless and Mash clear out of the Underworld!
The comment section immediately erupted with laughter:
GigglesThenShit-[Hahaha! Even straight-laced Hades panicked! If he didn't boot Nameless out, his wife was about to get stolen!]
EXRankDegenerate-[Just a little nudged and this Alaya video would have turned into an NTR hentai!]
AlayaRiggedThisShit-[Damn… so that's the privilege of being a top-tier pretty boy, huh?]
GoatedBalls-[Sorry, but when you're handsome, you really can just do whatever you want!]
PostNutRealityMarble-[Tch, Achilles got dunked in the Styx and ended up with a weak spot at his heel. Nameless got yeeted into the river by Hades himself—no weak points at all!]
…
"Another goddess added to the harem!!!"
Illya ground her teeth in frustration.
Too terrifying—even goddesses couldn't resist his charm, one by one falling to him.
If, once this broadcast was over, all twelve gods showed up on his doorstep—who could possibly stop them?
"This really is troublesome…"
Miyu looked just as worried.
Her brother's charisma was simply too overwhelming. It wasn't just gods—even Humanity's Evil, Tiamat herself, did not withstand it.
Would that being also end up stepping in to protect him…?
While the two worried, the scene shifted.
And there—appeared the figure from the opening.
Cronus.
With the Holy Grail given to him by Demon King Goetia, he had fully broken free from his seals.
All the Titans imprisoned within, unleashed.
And with them, countless demons of the Underworld, spilling forth in a tide.
Colossal giants, each one taller than mountains, their sheer presence enough to make hearts quake.
The earth itself thundered beneath their steps.
It was the ultimate revenge—they would annihilate the world, slaughtering gods and humans alike.
"So many terrifying giants… no wonder Nameless has to join forces with the gods." Illya's small face went pale.
Heracles might be called a "little giant," but at only a little over two meters tall, he was nothing in comparison.
The smallest of these giants was dozens of meters high.
The largest towered thousands of meters into the sky.
Cronus, once defeated by Zeus, had now devoured countless Titans. His power now utterly eclipsed what it once was—unimaginably vast, terrifying beyond reason.
Not even the gods could withstand such a force.
And so, it wasn't just Illya—every viewer watching was left in awe and dread.
Gigantophobia!
These colossal giants radiated an oppression far beyond even the gods.
The screen shifted back to Nameless.
Another god had appeared.
A woman of unparalleled beauty—but clad in the plain garb of a commoner. She stood before a humble farmhouse kitchen, watching the fire.
And then, softly, she asked:
"Nameless… for what do you fight?"
This was Hestia, goddess of the hearthfire.
One of the Three Virgin Goddesses of Olympus—more worthy of being called the "conscience" of Olympus than even Hades.
To escape the pursuits of Poseidon and Apollo, she had chosen instead to safeguard the humble right of hearthfire—the least coveted authority among the gods.
Thus she became the most overlooked, most invisible of them all.
"To reclaim the flame of humanity's hope… and so that I myself may keep on living." Nameless answered with all seriousness.
"We gods have seen it—the day when the flame of hope shall be extinguished. To guard it requires an infinite price."
In her eyes, firelight flickered.
"Then, if no torch remains, I shall be the lone flame."
Nameless met her gaze with absolute determination.
Even in the darkest night, there are always those who believe in the light.
Even bloodied, broken, and worn down by life, they burn themselves to shine upon others.
And now, it was his turn to light the way.
"I will be the lone flame. Hestia… will you entrust me with your fire?"
A torch appeared in the goddess's hand. Her eyes softened, gazing upon him.
This man's will was unbreakable, even by death itself—the truest guardian of humanity.
"Of course I will."
Nameless reached out and took the torch, a smile breaking across his face.
"Lady of the Hearth. I fight because behind me lies the light of countless homes—the warmth of every happy family. That's why I must win."
"Then go, and carry the flame. Run, and bring the torch to Olympus!"
Hestia gently stroked his head.
She, who embodied hearthfire, the warmth and harmony of family.
Should her fire ever be extinguished, all homes would dissolve, and humanity itself would perish.
"Go forth. Break through the dark and despair, and spread the flame of humanity's hope!"
"Yes!"
Nameless gripped the torch, running toward the distant Mount Olympus.
As he ran—
[Alaya] itself struck up the BGM.
The stirring notes of KISS OF DEATH - Mika Nakashima x Hyde filled the air—
[I can't stop love, love, love — for you]
[I'd give my life, life, life — it's true]
[Even if it hurts, I'll keep on reaching]
['Cause this love is all I have…]
(Call me soft but I legit cried at the ending...)
…
With that rousing anthem echoing, Nameless's figure blazed across the screen.
Alone, yet unyielding.
A torch of hope.
A flame for the future.
The fire of peace and happiness.
The viewers erupted in awe—
TooHotToPeg-[As expected of Hestia, the conscience of Olympus—her trial was pure truth of the heart!]
HistorianWithWifi-[Wait—don't tell me the Olympic Torch relay… actually started with Nameless?!]
BobUchiha-[The first Flamebearer had no name = Nameless!]
ICastFart-[He lifted the torch, and from that moment on he became the light in the darkness, illuminating the whole of mankind!]
BoobVenerate-[Friends, even if you have only a spark of heat, let it give off a spark of light. Like a firefly, even the tiniest glow can brighten the darkness—you don't need to wait for a blazing torch!]
…
"The Olympic Torch Relay…"
Illya's gaze grew complicated as she looked at him.
In the modern world, the Olympics originated in Greece.
The Olympic Flame itself is lit on Mount Olympus, then carried across countless nations and regions, until it arrives at the host city.
And once the Flame begins its journey, all wars must cease—everyone gathers for the Games.
Now, Nameless had become the very first bearer of the flame!
"Big brother… he's shouldering so much. Behind him are millions of lights—he has no path to retreat."
Miyu let out a soft sigh.
No one knew how many years of fighting, how many times of near-death and grievous wounds, it had taken to finally secure this peace.
And even now, he still had to face terrifying giants one after another.
It really… made her heart ache.
The video continued to play.
The torch was carried by Nameless to Mount Olympus itself.
There, Queen Hera appeared before him.
At the same time—
Other gods manifested as well.
At the center of them all rested a shining golden apple.
Illya stared at the screen, dumbstruck:
"It's here! The legendary story of the Golden Apple… I wonder how Nameless will choose."
This was one of the most famous myths of all.
At the wedding of the mortal hero Peleus and the sea goddess Thetis, the goddess of strife Eris had not been invited.
Bitter with resentment, she threw in a golden apple.
On it were inscribed the words—
[For the Fairest.]
And now, as Nameless arrived at the site—
The regal and imposing Hera smiled at him:
"Nameless, congratulations on receiving the blessings of the gods. Now you face my trial."
"What trial?"
Nameless asked.
"To decide who shall claim the Golden Apple."
Hera gestured gracefully to the apple at the center.
"Choose me. I am Hera, Queen of the Gods. I can grant you passage through your trial—and bestow upon you supreme authority!"
"You're abusing your position!"
Aphrodite, goddess of love, glared at her angrily.
For ages, the gods had quarreled over who was truly the most beautiful goddess.
Even though everyone knew the apple was Eris's ploy, none of the goddesses could back down.
By bringing Nameless here, they were essentially asking for an official verdict on who was fairest of them all.
Aphrodite quickly promised:
"Nameless, if you choose me, I will grant you true love—countless beautiful women will fall for you!"
For most men, this would be the ultimate prize.
Even Mash felt a twinge of nervousness.
But—no, wait.
That wasn't a reward at all.
Because her senpai already possessed a charm that even gods could not resist.
How many had already fallen for him? He hardly needed such a blessing!
"Choose me. If you do, I will grant you wisdom beyond compare!"
Athena, clad in shining armor, declared proudly.
As a true goddess of victory and war, she too refused to give up this contest.
She had already bestowed victory upon him—now, offering wisdom was nearly the same as giving herself to him outright.
One by one, the goddesses fixed their fiery gazes upon Nameless.
He had completely stolen the stage—the bride and groom were long forgotten.
With all eyes upon him, Nameless finally spoke to Athena:
"I already have enough wisdom—and strength enough besides."
"Eh? You're really going to dismiss it like that?"
Athena blinked in surprise.
Before the others could laugh, Nameless turned to Aphrodite:
"As a mere passerby, I cannot promise futures to others. I cannot accept such bindings of fate."
All he wanted was to fulfill his mission of safeguarding humanity.
And yet, one after another, people were drawn to him.
That was no blessing—it was punishment.
Finally, Nameless looked toward Hera:
"I am only a nameless Heroic Spirit. I don't need authority. I don't need to be remembered."
At that moment—
Artemis's sharp eyes fixed on him.
"Choose me! You are mine to cherish—if not, don't blame me for hunting you down!"
She absolutely would not allow her beloved youth to be stolen away by these other "hussies."
"…"
Nameless glanced around at the circle of goddesses. Then he chuckled softly.
"Well, since you all care so much about me—my choice is…"
He stepped forward, picked up the golden apple—
All the goddesses and spectators froze, breath caught in their throats, waiting for his decision.
Then—
To everyone's utter shock—
Nameless simply took a bite of the apple.
With a shy smile, he said:
"If I really must choose—then I choose myself."
The audience exploded—
FeetFirstFujoshi69-[Holy shit! I thought I was overestimating Nameless, but I still underestimated him!]
FifthTimeGooning-[No wonder even gods and "human evil" chase after him—Nameless really is the fairest of all!]
4thWarPTSD-[I thought he'd give some long-winded speech about harmony and not falling for Eris's trap—but no, he just ate the problem!]
YaoiBreed-[He's officially the most beautiful now!]
…
It wasn't just the spectators—
Even the gods were dumbfounded.
Could it really be done like this?
Nameless crunched away at the apple, then smiled:
"Wisdom of Athena. Huntress Artemis. Love of Aphrodite… Since you all chose to bless me, doesn't that mean you've acknowledged me?"
"Hehe, that's right—Nameless, you're the most beautiful!" Artemis declared without hesitation.
He was the one she cared for most.
The others stayed silent, merely huffing in displeasure.
Crunch, crunch.
In a few bites, Nameless devoured the whole apple.
"There, it's eaten. The choice is made. What do you say, Queen?"
"…Fine. You pass the trial."
Hera's eyes gleamed with amusement.
This apple was meant to spark endless strife.
But Nameless had eaten it—no apple, no quarrel.
A sly, yet effective, solution.
Since he couldn't resolve the problem—he'd resolved the problem-maker.
Trial complete.
Now only two of the Olympian Twelve remained.
Hera's smile grew cold.
"Go on, then. Face him."
Nameless nodded and advanced.
On Mount Olympus stood a vast forge of molten fire.
This was the domain of Hephaestus, god of fire and the forge.
Son of Zeus and Hera—
Cast down at birth for being deformed, thrown from Olympus by Hera herself.
He fell for a full day, landing broken and crippled, only to be rescued and raised by Thetis.
When he grew, he crafted a throne to entrap Hera.
The gods tried to free her, but Hephaestus demanded three conditions:
First, that Hera admit she had abandoned him.
Second, that he be recognized as one of the Twelve Olympians.
Third—that Aphrodite be given to him as wife.
Zeus, frustrated with Aphrodite's meddling, agreed.
Thus Hephaestus gained everything he wished for—
Yet he became the most despised of the gods.
Day after day, alone at his forge.
Even Aphrodite, bound to him, secretly consorted with others, crowning him with shame.
Now, Hephaestus faced the youth before him.
"My trial for you—forge me a weapon worthy of my admiration."
As a smith, what else could his trial be but forging?
"Alright."
Nameless picked up a hammer, stepped to the anvil—
And in that instant, his aura transformed utterly.
Buzz—
Behind him appeared countless phantom projections of swords.
And a vast, titanic furnace.
Nameless raised his hammer, voice solemn:
"I am the master of countless blades. I shall forge them into one. Swords—come forth!"
Boom!
The hammer struck down.
Countless sword-shadows surged toward the pitch-black sword embryo, fusing together—instantly bursting into dazzling radiance.
This was the prototype of his ultimate weapon: the Nameless Sword.
A blade without a name, yet sharper than any other—helping him cut down foe after mighty foe.
"You… how did you do that?" Hephaestus stared in shock.
Even he, the divine god of the forge, found such a method of merging countless swords into one overwhelming.
How could a mere mortal achieve this?
"I was once nothing more than an ordinary blacksmith."
Nameless smiled faintly.
In another timeline, he bore another name—
Senji Muramasa.
A plain, unremarkable smith.
Hephaestus gazed at him intently.
"I can tell—you once walked the path of a master smith. Congratulations. You have passed the trial."
The boy looked youthful.
Yet his aura was sharp—terrifyingly sharp—akin to Hephaestus himself.
The sword embryo he had crafted… it contained limitless potential, capable of infinite growth.
Surpassing even the greatest divine weapons.
Surpassing the arms of the gods themselves!
Hephaestus sighed softly.
"Now I understand why you were chosen by destiny. You truly have the qualifications."
As the god despised by Olympus, he had often resisted the idea of relying on an outsider to save both Olympus and the world.
A part of him had even thought— I'm tired. Let it all be destroyed.
But now, seeing the kindred brilliance within Nameless, he found himself eager to witness—how far could this one go?
Hephaestus gave his blessing:
"I wish you to surpass me—to surpass even the gods themselves—as the greatest blacksmith."
The god of the forge then imparted to Nameless all his life's worth of knowledge, bestowing upon him the qualification to forge not just divine arms, but weapons beyond divinity.
The spectators were stunned—
MonaLigmaBalls-[Holy crap! Just how many "alt accounts" does Nameless have?! How many legendary past lives is this guy hiding?!]
AlayaRiggedThisShit-[Only Alaya itself would know! Six thousand years across human history, countless timelines and parallel worlds—who can even guess how many versions of him exist?!]
BabySlaneesh-[So that "Steel-Willed Savior" from earlier wasn't even his final form?!]
GlazingAtItsFinest-[Of course not! Nameless has no upper limit! If all his selves from every world unite… could he actually defeat Beasts of Humanity?!]
—
At Chaldea.
Da Vinci clicked her tongue as she watched the recording.
"Just how many alt accounts does this guy have?"
Even the mighty god of the forge had been shocked by Nameless's smithing.
That particular "alt" was definitely no ordinary existence.
"I'm not sure…"
Dr. Romani shook his head.
Even he felt dwarfed before this unprecedented Heroic Spirit.
This guy's alts are way too many…
"Throughout history there've been famed smiths—like Hephaestus himself, or even Wayland the Smith from northern legend. In Japan there's the demonic bladesmith Muramasa… So which one is actually his alt?"
"No telling. Nameless is Nameless. Unless he reveals it, who could possibly know?" Da Vinci sighed.
And perhaps it was fortunate that the Master was his.
Only such a strong Master could truly safeguard mankind—protecting human history itself.
Not even a Grand might manage that!
"Senpai really is incredible… it's just, I can't help much at all."
Mash lowered her eyes in frustration.
Though she was supposed to be his shield, time after time she had failed to stand by his side—only being protected behind him.
It left her unwilling.
If one day she could become his strongest shield… she would give everything for that.
And when that time came, she would stand before him and block all attacks!
At that moment—
The recording shifted to a terrifying scene.
From the lowest prisons of the Underworld burst forth countless giants.
Even Hades, king of the underworld, could not withstand their horror.
The monstrous giants smashed through the prison walls of Tartarus, forcing Hades himself to flee!
The final battle had begun.
The gods, once dismissive, finally grasped the sheer dread of the prophesied calamity.
The giants rampaged across the earth.
Mountains became weapons in their hands, hurled against cities and temples.
The gods and heroes who resisted turned pale, powerless before the onslaught, as the giants marched straight for Olympus.
And leading them—the previous king of gods, risen from hell as a vengeful revenant.
He roared in fury:
"Revenge! Slaughter every last human and god alike!"
He had once been the true ruler of this land—
Only to be overthrown and cast into the depths of Tartarus by foreign usurpers.
Unforgivable! Unendurable!
So when the Demon King appeared before him, offering the Holy Grail, he accepted without hesitation.
Absorbing endless sins, devouring the power of the Titans, he shattered his chains and returned to the world.
—
Upon Olympus, the gods had all gathered.
Nameless looked to the horizon.
That Cronus had broken free.
The giants under his command brought an apocalypse to the world.
It was not only the gods who would fall—
Humanity, too, would be annihilated.
Countless cities already lay in ruins.
If the giants continued unchecked, mankind would be utterly destroyed—history itself shaken.
"Senpai… how can we possibly defeat giants?" Mash asked, face pale.
These were beings tens, hundreds of meters tall. Even with her shield, could she hope to withstand them?
Nameless turned to the burly god before him.
"What would you have me do, King of the Gods?"
"Simple. Will you fight?"
Zeus's eyes blazed as violet lightning arced around him.
The prophesied battle of world's end was here.
Even he could not promise victory.
For the Olympians had come from beyond the stars.
Long ago, their civilization had been crushed by the Giant God of Destruction, forcing them to abandon their divine machine bodies—
To merge instead with the local pantheon, becoming "gods" of Greece.
But Gaia, the planet's own Counter Force, had never forgiven them.
Thus the giants were born—enemies tailored to slay the gods.
The Olympians could not kill them—only seal them.
Now, the Demon King had exploited Gaia's loophole—
Granting Cronus a Holy Grail, allowing him to devour the Titans and gain unfathomable might.
Enough to destroy both mankind and divinity.
For Gaia, after all, so long as Earth itself survived, it mattered not if humanity perished.
A view not unlike the Demon King's own.
"This is my mission."
Nameless did not hesitate.
If the Demon King succeeded, that monster would merge with Gaia—becoming the planet's new will.
At that point, mankind's extinction would be certain.
"Then by my name as Zeus, King of the Gods, I grant you my blessing. Bear the power of destruction!"
From his scepter erupted divine thunder, pouring into the boy before him.
The blessings of the Twelve Olympians—gathered as one.
Infinite divine might burned within Nameless.
Hermes declared loudly:
"Rejoice! He who bears the power of the Twelve, surpassing even the gods—he is the strongest King of Heroes—Nameless!"