At this moment, Nameless, having gathered the blessings of all Twelve Olympian Gods and fused them into one, became the absolute focus of the battlefield.
At Hermes' jubilant proclamation, the eyes of every god turned toward him, burning with expectation.
Even the gods themselves wondered—just how far could he go?
After all, from the very beginning, the gods had been at odds, bickering and scheming against each other.
Pooling their powers into a single vessel should have been impossible.
And yet, this Master from another timeline… had achieved the impossible.
A miracle!
The countless spectators watching couldn't help but grow restless with excitement—
SirFucksAlot-[Nameless now carries the blessings of the Twelve Olympians! He's surpassed the gods themselves—just how terrifying is his power now?]
AlayaRiggedThisShit-[This is unprecedented! Even Zeus never gathered the full might of Olympus!]
GoatedBalls-[The final battle begins! But how do you even fight giants that massive?!]
JewJitsu-[Holy crap, this is a true mythological war! Even more absurd than Uruk—world-ending destruction at every turn!]
Blackman&Robbing-[Quick, someone call Ultraman from the M78 Nebula!]
====
Egypt.
Within the radiant temple complex, Ramses II lounged with his legs crossed, watching the broadcast.
"Mythical war? A hero surpassing the gods? Hmph. I am the true Sun King."
In Egyptian myth, he was none other than the incarnation of Ra himself.
His name had long surpassed that of the gods.
"I am Ozymandias! King of Kings! Let these so-called 'all-powerful gods' behold my works—and despair in reverence!"
Such was always his proud declaration.
Even the arrogant King of Heroes had once addressed him as an equal—"Golden King" to "Sun King."
Yet as he watched the stunned faces of the Greek gods, Ozymandias could only feel regret.
Had he been there in person, would Nameless really be stealing the spotlight?
At that moment, a voice cut in—
"You fall far short of Nameless. He is truly a man blessed by destiny."
"Hah?! I fall short of him? Don't forget—when we faced the Lion King, it was I who shattered the Holy Lance, paving the way for Nameless to fight her!"
Ramses II shot back, clearly displeased.
As the proud King of Kings, he would never allow anyone to look down on him.
But wait—who had just spoken?
Nitocris, standing nearby, was staring in shock—not at him, but at something beside him.
???
Ramses II turned his head—only to find a towering old warrior clad in black heavy armor, gripping a massive greatsword, silently standing right next to him.
For a moment, the Sun King was utterly dumbfounded.
What the hell?! This is my temple, not your living room—when did you get in here?!
His posture straightened at once, his tone a little more cautious.
"You really believe Nameless can defeat Cronus, father of Zeus? Don't forget—when he fought the Lion King, he only barely survived!"
A faint chill ran down his spine. One hand casually brushed against his own neck.
"He is the one chosen to carry humanity's hope. Behind him burns the light of countless homes—he will not lose."
King Hassan's gaze was full of approval.
That boy, who had grown stronger through every battle—truly the most outstanding disciple of this era.
"That is the true King of the Gods you're talking about!"
Ramses II couldn't help but argue back.
He was the "King of Kings," the "God-King upon the Earth." And now this old man dared to say that boy could defeat the Father of the Gods himself?
King Hassan did not answer.
He simply stood, resting both hands upon his blade, silently watching the battle unfold.
"..."
Ramses II decided that once this was over, he would definitely renovate his temple.
This was getting ridiculous.
Meanwhile, under their watchful eyes—
The battle had fully erupted.
Colossal giants, each hundreds of meters tall, stood towering into the clouds.
They tore entire mountains from the earth, hurling them as weapons with devastating force.
The ground itself quaked and split, unable to withstand the destruction.
Countless weaker gods and heroes, too slow to evade, were mercilessly crushed beneath their blows.
Upon the sacred mountain—
Ares, the God of War, scoffed coldly:
"You cower before mere giants? We crushed them once before—this time will be even easier!"
"Be careful! They've been enhanced across the board—they're far stronger than before!" Romani warned.
Through Chaldea's monitoring, the truth was clear:
These giants were like gods on steroids—their strength magnified many times over.
The shockwaves from their strikes already rivaled the power of the Olympian gods themselves, carrying the might to rend everything.
"Hah! You humans are truly timid!" Ares sneered. "Bring me wine! Watch as I slaughter these insolent beasts!"
In the dictionary of the God of War, there was no word for retreat.
BOOM!
Blood-red flames erupted from his body, his form expanding from two meters to towering dozens in an instant.
"I am the invincible God of War—charge!!"
Before the eyes of gods and mortals alike, Ares hurled himself like a blazing comet into the horde of giants.
With a furious roar, he swung his blade—
"Die, vermin!"
BOOM!
From his sword tip erupted a blinding light—followed by the rise of a crimson mushroom cloud, engulfing tens of kilometers.
The giants that rushed him were blasted away like ragdolls, torn apart by his devastating power.
"You dare stand against Olympus? Even if I alone must protect it, Ares shall never fall!"
One hand gripping his sword, the other his shield, he bellowed in defiance:
"The gods shall not be mocked! You may break free of your prison and assault Olympus—but take one step further, and I will slaughter you all!"
With a single swing, the world itself shook.
Giant after giant fell before his might, unable to withstand the true force of the War God.
His ferocity was overwhelming.
The onlookers were dumbstruck—
JewJitsu-[Holy crap, so this is the true power of the God of War?!]
HairyBalls-[He's a walking nuclear arsenal! One swing = nuclear detonation! Can't the gods just win at this point?]
LegallyRetarded-[Makes sense though—last singularity even a "trash goddess" was throwing planetary projections!]
BobUchiha-[So why are Nameless and Chaldea still on high alert, then?]
…
Under countless stunned gazes, Ares unleashed his full might, tearing through the giant ranks.
And yet—
The most shocking scene was still to come.
The giants he split in half… were putting themselves back together.
Piece by piece, they reassembled—then rose again.
Even his boundless might could not kill a single one.
They possessed immortality.
At that moment—
Nameless stepped forward.
"Chaldea has prepared a special herb that counters the giants' immortality. Coat your weapons with it—sever their heads, and they will die for good."
Whoosh!
A vial flew through the air.
Ares caught it, smeared his blade with the concoction, and swung again.
This time, the severed head of a mountain-sized giant did not reattach.
It lay lifeless upon the ground.
"It seems we can win after all. The Titans shall be finished!" Apollo said, his smile wide.
Even he looked at Nameless with newfound respect.
Back then, the Titans were only sealed away because the gods could not kill them.
[Supereffective damage > all else!]
The giants resisted divine power—so the gods could never end them. But now, with this "special effect" weapon, they could be slain outright.
"I am invincible!"
The War God laughed triumphantly.
If he could kill them, then he could kill them all.
But in that moment—
A colossal hand crashed down from above, slamming him deep into the earth. Before he could rise, fist after fist rained down from the sky.
In mere seconds, dozens of strikes pummeled him into the ground.
BOOM!
The land itself cracked apart, unable to endure the onslaught.
The one who struck—
A towering giant over a kilometer tall, with a hundred dragon heads and a hundred arms, radiating an apocalyptic presence.
Before it, the once-invincible Ares was beaten like a mere insect, hammered helplessly into the depths.
His scream was full of terror—
"Zeus! Save me!!"
From atop Olympus—
Apollo's face turned pale.
"That's Typhon—no, it's Cronus!!"
"Yes. Cronus has devoured all the Titans, devoured the King of Giants, and transformed into something beyond the gods themselves!"
Romani's projection trembled with awe.
"Its power now rivals that of Primate Murder itself!"
Typhon—the legendary giant of annihilation in Greek myth.
Cerberus, Chimera, Ladon the hundred-headed dragon, Hydra—countless monsters were its spawn.
It was said that when Zeus once ventured without his thunderbolt, Typhon utterly defeated and shackled him, tearing his sinews, nearly killing the King of the Gods.
Zeus barely escaped, reclaiming his thunderbolt to finally achieve victory.
But now—
Tempted by Goetia, Cronus had accepted the Holy Grail while imprisoned in Tartarus.
With its infinite energy, he devoured every Titan sealed within—Typhon included.
By consuming so many god-level beings, Cronus had undergone a grotesque evolution.
A being of apocalyptic terror now stood upon the earth.
BOOM!
From each of Cronus's countless dragon heads, torrents of flame erupted at once, igniting the entire land.
The once-solid earth was instantly transformed into searing magma.
Those colossal dragon heads writhed amidst the clouds, making him a true giant of world-ending scale.
Spectators who had just been marveling at the War God's might now felt an icy chill course down their spines.
He was too massive!
So vast he rivaled the primordial mother goddess Tiamat herself—standing there like a living mountain.
Blorbo-[This thing's combat power is basically at the level of a Beast!?]
AlayaRiggedThisShit-[We're screwed! Remember, Tiamat held back—she literally sealed herself the moment she appeared. This monster won't show mercy!]
LoliConnoisseur-[Damn, Typhon nearly killed Zeus, and Cronus nearly killed Zeus too—don't tell me these two can fuse into an over-evolution!]
ICastFart-[As expected of a Mythic War. This is terrifying beyond belief! How can anyone defeat him!?]
SinMommy-[No wonder Nameless had to gather the blessings of all the gods. Otherwise, there's zero hope!]
…
Seeing this, Kirina gritted her teeth.
"Damn you, Goetia! If not for it giving Cronus a Holy Grail, this abomination could never have been created!"
It was far too terrifying.
Even the War God himself had been smacked into the ground with a single blow—utterly helpless.
"Yes, it's all that bastard's fault!" Sanjiro immediately agreed.
He gave Tiamat a Grail, gave Cronus a Grail, gave that damn fox a Grail… One after another, handing them out like candy—creating Singularities one after another.
Leaving them no choice but to fight, clawing through countless brushes with death.
Goddamn Goetia!
Cú Chulainn hunched his shoulders.
"With something on this level… I can't even imagine how to beat it."
Sure, the showdown against Tiamat had been overwhelming and majestic.
But that ended only because Tiamat held back, allowing the Singularity to be restored.
Now? Facing Cronus, who truly wished for the annihilation of the world and whose destructive power rivaled a Beast… who the hell knew how to stop him?
Forget him—even if his teacher Scáthach fought with all her might, she wouldn't have even a sliver of a chance.
She always said: "Should the spear strike at its utmost, even gods may fall."
But that depends on the god!
Could this thing really be defeated by human hands?
Artoria set aside her bread and spoke softly:
"He's far stronger than the Lion King."
As one who had lived it, she was the most qualified to judge.
Even when wielding the Holy Lance, transformed into a pseudo-divine being, she was nowhere close to this.
Because she was only a mortal stained by the Holy Lance's divinity.
But this… this was a true King of the Gods.
Before the audience's eyes, the dreadful giant roared with unrestrained fury:
"Zeus! You will all die! I will destroy Olympus, wipe out every living thing, and remake the world anew!"
That earlier conversation with the Demon King had planted a thought in him—kill all life.
This world was already defiled; it had to be reset!
But as the true King of the Gods, he refused to become Goetia's pawn!
"I am Zeus, King of the Gods who rules all beneath the sky! You were defeated by me once—be defeated forevermore!"
Zeus soared in the sky, glaring furiously at the titan.
As the sovereign of sky and world, none could challenge his authority.
His scepter flared with boundless thunder.
Leveling it at the giant Cronus, Zeus roared: "Father! The age has changed—your kind will be cast aside!"
Long ago, the Olympians had discarded their machine bodies and assimilated into the land as native gods.
But from the start, Cronus had only ever wanted to kill him. There was no such thing as father-son love.
RUMBLE!
The firmament erupted with dazzling thunderbolts, forming endless draconic arcs of lightning, converging into a colossal thunderpillar.
Zeus intoned:
"O sky, rend asunder! O stars, be shattered!—"
"All above belongs to me, all that rules the world belongs to me!"
"This is my resplendent execution of my father!"
[Behold—World Discipline: Keraunos!]
CRASH!
All the thunder-dragons merged together, striking the titan with cataclysmic force.
Brilliant light engulfed the world.
The giant was utterly swallowed in an ocean of lightning.
The entire screen became nothing but storming thunder, nothing else visible.
And yet—
When the light finally dimmed, a vast hand—so enormous it blotted out the sky—thrust from the storm and seized Zeus himself.
His countless arms were scorched and burned, currents of lightning raging across him…
But Cronus had not been slain.
Every wound healed before their very eyes!
"No, Zeus—this age has not changed!"
Cronus bellowed:
"It is still my era! You are the one who will be cast aside!"
BOOM!
With a single colossal slap, Zeus was smashed into Mount Olympus, shaking the sacred peak to its very foundations.
The King of the Gods—defeated utterly!
The spectators erupted in horror:
4thWarPTSD-[Holy crap—Zeus went all out, and he still lost???]
ConstipatedProcrastinator-[This thing's insane! Maybe not Tiamat at full power, but definitely stronger than Tiamat at ninety-percent sealed!]
EXRankDegenerate-[Turns out "a brilliant rebellion against my father" can't compare to "he just said it's go time"!]
NotSunKnight-[So much for father-son drama—looks like it's time for Nameless to step in!]
…
At a hotel in Fuyuki City—
Watching the video, Gawain puckered his lips.
"Hey, Mordred, he copied you!"
"…"
Mordred's face darkened in exasperation.
Great, even watching a Greek video she still couldn't escape being roasted.
Now half the viewers were @-ing her nonstop.
Was every skeleton in her closet going to get dug up?
"Tch. Zeus failing spectacularly—just like you." Gawain grinned, savoring it.
After all, Mordred's rebellion had led to Britain's ruin. And she'd been personally skewered by the King's lance.
Proving once again: the "son-stabbing lance" really was superior to the "dad-betraying sword"!
Now Zeus, too, had been crushed by his own father.
You couldn't say they weren't cut from the same cloth.
"Get lost!!"
Mordred's forehead veins bulged—she nearly swung Clarent at the smug bastard right there.
So much for the radiant, noble Sun Knight. He was nothing but an irredeemable bastard!
====
Meanwhile, in the video—
With Zeus defeated, the battle reached a fever pitch.
Apollo, the Sun God, acted instantly.
He raised his hands to the sun, a miniature sun forming between them. "I am Apollo, god of the sun, wielder of destruction's authority!"
[Praise the Sun!]
BOOM!
The miniature sun blazed, swelling with infinite solar power before launching as a searing beam of light at Cronus.
At the same time—
Poseidon leveled his trident.
"In my name as Lord of the Seas—roar, O Ocean!"
The sea itself surged, towering waves forming countless frozen tridents lancing toward the titan.
Sensing true mortal peril, the gods unleashed their powers without hesitation.
But even together—they achieved nothing.
Apollo's flames and Poseidon's tidal waves clashed in an apocalyptic storm of fire and water, but Cronus swatted them aside with casual slaps.
He charged forward, intent on crushing them utterly.
In desperation, Apollo cried out:
"Nameless! Save us!"
Their combined might couldn't scratch this abomination. They had no way to kill him.
A lone figure burst forth, sword flashing against the titan's strike.
BOOM!
The explosion shook the world.
Though he was but an ant before the titan's bulk, that sword held firm—blocking the blow.
The gods' faces lit with relief and joy.
Indeed—the one who bore all their blessings was even stronger than they had hoped.
Nameless's body radiated twelve divine powers at once.
He was not fighting alone!
Behind him hovered the twelve olympian gods' phantoms, their power flowing into him.
Nameless leveled his blade at Cronus:
"Cronus! So long as I stand—this world will not fall!"
"Oh, a human from the same timeline as the Demon King?" Cronus lowered his head, looking down at the little ant before him.
"Why would you help a pack of gods?"
"I'm not helping them. I'm helping humanity!"
Nameless answered without hesitation.
Without the blessings of the Twelve Olympians, he had no right to even stand before this god.
"Hahahaha! Interesting human!"
Cronus burst into laughter.
"Fear not, human. I will only slaughter the gods. All of mankind shall exist under my protection for eternity! That so-called Demon King seeks to incinerate human history, burning it as fuel to return to 4.6 billion years ago—becoming the planetary will, Gaia. But I… I shall seize dominion over human history. Therefore mankind will never be destroyed!"
Now that he knew of humanity's glorious future, he naturally would not let go of such a weapon.
By claiming dominion over history, he could usurp Goetia's authority and rule this planet forever!
And a mere child dared think to use him? A laughable dream!
Cronus stretched out a hand in invitation.
"Come, become my vassal. I shall grant you eternal life, and together we will rule mankind forever!"
"But I refuse!"
Nameless rejected him instantly, raising his blade to point at the giant. "That kind of survival is nothing but livestock penned in a cage. Without freedom, better to die!"
The giant claimed he would preserve human history.
But this was nothing like Alaya.
Alaya was humanity's collective self-preservation—existing for the sole purpose of ensuring mankind's continuation and its eventual brilliance.
But this monster—his talk of "seizing" human history—was nothing more than turning humanity into eternal slaves, bound in chains forever.
If mankind was destined to be enslaved without end, then what meaning did all his battles and bloodshed hold?
"Do you even know what it is you're rejecting?!" Cronus roared, spewing fire from his mouth, growing ever more furious.
"You dare reject my benevolence? Then perish!"
His vast palm came crashing down, covering the youth completely.
The explosion shattered the land itself, tearing open a massive crater.
Gods and mortals alike stared with bated breath.
And yet—
The youth emerged unscathed, standing high above in the sky!
Twelve divine halos burned behind him, flooding his body with incomprehensible power.
Whoosh!
Nameless swung his sword, and it became a pillar of destruction infused with the gods' might, striking the giant with terrible force.
Crack—!
One of Cronus's enormous arms was severed on the spot.
But the god had a hundred arms. He cared little for such a wound—regrowing it instantly.
The onlookers gasped—
Despair reached its peak.
Everyone had believed that by gathering the Twelve Gods' blessings, the singularity could easily be repaired.
Yet it still wasn't enough.
On the screen—
Nameless looked upon the colossal Titan.
"I need a weapon strong enough to match this power!"
With the Olympians' blessings, he now possessed strength beyond even Zeus himself.
But without a weapon on that level, he could never unleash its true potential!
At the Fuyuki Hotel—
Gilgamesh watched the youth mutter to himself, and chuckled softly.
"So you want one? Then beg it of this king."
To battle against gods—that was his greatest delight.
And his Ea, the Sword of Rupture, was the most destructive weapon wielded by any Heroic Spirit.
Bar none!
Such a world-rending weapon, when wielded by Nameless with his god-slaying might, would be drawn forth more completely than even the King himself could.
A pity it was in the far-off age of Greek—he could not possibly reach him.
Just then—
Suddenly, a familiar card appeared in Nameless's hand.
[Summon Card!]
"Damn fool… are you going to sacrifice yourself again?"
Gilgamesh frowned.
To summon alternate versions of himself across timelines—this was his friend's ultimate trump card, beyond all measure.
But each summon meant his own death.
A true battle of mutual destruction.
And yet—
This time, he summoned only one other self.
The boy's young face suddenly aged, weathered by time. A massive forge appeared behind him, hammer in hand, his stance that of a blacksmith.
"Hm? Human, you can summon other versions of yourself across time?" Kronos looked down coldly.
"But no matter how many you summon, it will make no difference. I shall seize dominion over human history, and mankind shall be chained forevermore!"
Having devoured the Titans, and even Typhon the king of monsters—before him, no struggle could avail.
He was the true invincible one!
Boom!
Nameless struck his hammer upon the void, beginning an unprecedented forging.
With the first strike—
Behind him, Apollo's divine radiance gathered, condensing into a miniature blazing sun, becoming the first material of light.
Apollo's blessing.
With the second strike—
Scarlet light burst forth, the world around him becoming a battlefield of endless warriors, blood and death coalescing into the second material of crimson.
Ares's blessing.
With the third strike—
The sea roared, storms howling as if all the oceans boiled, forming a block of deep azure material.
Poseidon's blessing.
…
Hephaestus, god of fire and forge, stared wide-eyed. "You mean to forge a supreme weapon using the blessings of the gods themselves?"
A method never before seen.
Even he had never dared to dream of it.
The trials he had devised for the boy had been meant to crush him.
But this youth revealed the forging of the Nameless Sword—melding countless blades into one. And now he dared to melt down even the gods' blessings to forge a weapon.
That meant not even divine power could make him yield—it would become his blade!
"Just what… are you truly?"
Hephaestus whispered, shaken to his core.
"Merely a humble blacksmith named Senji Muramasa," Nameless replied.
With the Twelve Olympians' blessings, he would forge a weapon unlike no other to slay the foe before him!
"Please—hold him back for me, just a little longer!"
Such a transcendent weapon could not be forged in an instant.
Someone had to stall the Titan.
At that moment—
Cronus realized the danger and growled. "Forging a weapon before my eyes? Then die where you stand!"
Boom!
His colossal palm thundered down, seeking to crush the boy before his weapon could be born.
Clang—!
Golden chains burst from Nameless, wrapping layer after layer around Cronus's vast form.
[Chains of Heaven!]
But mindless chains could not restrain him completely.
That sky-darkening hand still pressed down.
And then—
A pink-haired girl, long dismissed by the gods, suddenly stood before Nameless. Raising her shield, she cried out:
"True name unleashed—I will stand on the seat of catastrophe!"
"That which heals all wounds and grudges, our glorious homeland!"
"Manifest yourself—"
[Lord Camelot!]
However—
That flame's power was instead wholly devoured, wholly absorbed as nourishment for that sword!
Cronus's expression twisted further in fury:
"No… this is impossible!"
Why? Why could a mere mortal possess such strength?!
Nameless, wielding the Nameless Sword—a blade endowed with Anti-Divine properties—spoke softly:
"In the past, I sought not a blade that merely cleaves flesh. What I pursued… was judgment upon resentment and evil! To sever karma! To sever fate! To sever destiny itself!"
His eyes shone with violet light—fully transformed into terrifying Mystic Eyes.
The world within his gaze dissolved into countless dots and lines, densely interwoven across his foe's body.
He had inherited the Grand Assassin's ultimate assassination arts, fused with the underworld death-energy imparted by Hades himself.
Through endless battles, he had grasped the very essence of death.
And thus, he had finally forged a fearsome Mystic Eye never before seen—
[Mystic Eyes of Death Perception!]
All things arise from the Root.
Where there is birth, there must be death.
The instant something comes into being, its end is already written.
If one can perceive the "death" of all things, then one can slay all things!
Not just gods—even the very concept of Humanity's Evil could be slain!
"No! I am destined to rule human history, to reign eternally as master of the world!"
Cronus roared in fury.
His titanic arms, each larger than mountains, swung down together.
Each strike was enough to sink continents, to vaporize oceans.
If left unchecked, his attacks alone would spell the utter extinction of mankind.
And yet—
Against such reckless, all-crushing blows—
Nameless only regarded him with a cold gaze:
"With thousands upon thousands of blades as my teachers, I forged a mountain of steel and death."
"This place is their grave. This place is their culmination."
"What manifests here is the will of all who once struggled. What gathers here is the yearning of all creation."
"What resounds here is the rejection of every fate, every destiny, every chain laid upon mankind—"
His voice was not loud, yet it reverberated across the Reality Marble like a tolling bell of judgment.
And in that instant—
Nameless's very life and soul ignited, the blessings of the Twelve Olympians converged upon the sword, flooding it with a weight far beyond mortal grasp.
Upon the newborn blade seethed immeasurable, exalted power.
He drew it forth.
"My life, my death, my every step and every breath! It was for the sake of reaching this sword!"
It was the culmination of his lifelong pursuit of the pinnacle of swordsmanship, now unleashed in full.
He raised it high.
"The pulse of the sword resounds here! Come—this is my [Nameless Sword!]"
The world within his Mystic Eyes dissolved wholly into countless black-and-white lines and dots.
All things arise from the Root.
Where there is life, there is death.
Now—he saw the death of his foe!
Blinding swordlight traced along those lines, down through those points, slashing with absolute finality.
"Nooooo!!!"
Cronus bellowed in rage, in terror, in despair.
But no matter how he struggled, he could not resist.
Every defense was brittle as paper before that blade—unable to withstand a single stroke.
Even retreat was impossible.
That sword was as if drawn from the Root itself, leaving no path to escape.
Undefendable.
Unavoidable.
He could only watch as it cleaved toward his very essence.
With that strike, his origin was annihilated, his Saint Graph utterly destroyed.
Though he had ruled unchallenged, possessed invincible power, endless life—at this moment, all of it was instantly erased.
Cronus's colossal body, towering above all others, collapsed completely under that one strike.